Day 21 - Sun Room

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Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns, he should've felt dizzy. It was easy to feel a little sorry for the guy, though; surrounded by stangers in a very strange place, it was hard to blame him for being so alarmed.

The Sun Room occurred as a more enjoyable choice to spend the time; he had nothing against music, but something about being surrounded by some of the most unruly characters he'd ever met, each of them armed with cacophonous weaponry, didn't sound smart. Once his nurse departed, the young man picked out a cozy little spot near a flood of sunshine and settled in, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. There, he stared up almost bitterly at the ceiling with sharply focused eyes, still exuding the same unapproachable sense of being as ever.

The room was warm, even a little comforting, for any of the tired, weary masses found in Landel's halls, or even those who just craved a little peace and quiet. All he could hear, from end of the room, were soft footfalls and hushed voices. That sounded just fine to the 'berry head.

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"It's tempting. It really is. It's possible Caim is part of the reason I ended up where I was, back in my world. Being chased around by the Knights, being labelled as traitor, having to look over my shoulder wherever I go..." He sighed, scratching his head. It was difficult to think about.

"But he is from a different time. If I kill him here, what happens to my world? Its balance is fragile as it is already. What if killing him completely screws everything up? I mean, killing him might somehow mean the end of my world, or something."

"You're right. If he's killed by someone other than me, then it's not the same as if I were to do it myself. But I don't know if I can, at least while I'm here. He's a lot stronger than I am, in any case."

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And of course, he wasn't cooperating. That was fine; Kadaj wouldn't enjoy it as much if it wasn't a challenge.

Tsking softly, he shook his head. "The balance of your world isn't something you need to worry about. If Caim coming here from your world's past had upset any balance, you would have already known about it, right? He can't have disappeared to here and killed your father without something going wrong. Besides..." He trailed off, thinking fast. "My big brother died here, you know, a couple of nights ago. More people came here after that, and none of them had anything to say about the end of the world."

He paused, half to let this message sink in and half to prepare what he was going to say next. This had to be handled carefully, otherwise Nowe might start to think that something was wrong. If he asked about it, Kadaj already had a lie cooked up to throw him off, but he couldn't be sure it would work. Better be careful. "If he really is stronger than you, then rely on speed and skill. Strength in numbers too, if you listened to what I told you before. Did you? I'm sure one of your friends will be able to help you take care of him. That's what friends do, isn't it?"

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Kadaj's big brother? Nowe had figured Yazoo was a sibling of his (they looked too much alike to not be), but he hadn't seen any other silver-haired characters around here that looked like they could be related to him.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured. But if what Kadaj was saying was true, then if Caim died here, then it wouldn't make a difference on Nowe's present, would it? He wanted his revenge. Badly. He'd taken off Gismor's arm for poisoning Oror in the first place.

"My natural skills aren't anything compared to Caim's. Without my sword... or any weapon, really, I'm completely useless here." Nowe shook his head. "I do have friends, but even if I did have a stronger desire to kill him, I'd want to do it myself, with my own strength. Surely you understand that. It wouldn't be my own revenge if I relied on everyone else to help."

The intercom clicked on, and Nowe sighed, starting to rise to his feet.

"I will think about what you said, though. Thank you, Kadaj. You've helped me again, in a way. I hope things get better for you."

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... Tch. Just figured the man on the intercom would be the one to signal the end to his fun. Kadaj resisted the urge to growl under his breath, instead forcing himself to smile and rise to his feet too. Had to keep Nowe from thinking anything was off... although by now, he was pretty sure he could attack the poor man outright and he'd still not suspect him of anything. Maybe he could test that theory out later.

Giving Nowe a slight nod, he took a few wandering steps in the direction of the exit and replied, "You're welcome, Nowe. I hope you get yourself armed, too-- the sooner you can take your revenge, the better. Wouldn't you agree~?"

With one last significant look, he began to walk away, being accompanied more than led by his nurse back to his room. This nightshift was already shaping out to be an interesting one, and it had barely even started yet! Things could only get better.