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damned_institute2007-01-22 01:33 pm
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Entry tags:
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- edgeworth,
- edward elric,
- hakkai,
- haku,
- havoc,
- hisoka,
- hojo,
- hughes,
- ichigo,
- kadaj,
- kaylee,
- kenren,
- lyta,
- mal,
- nowe,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- phoenix,
- qui-gon jinn,
- rabastan,
- reinforce,
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- seimei,
- squall,
- vincent,
- xigbar,
- yohji,
- yuffie,
- zelos
Day 21 - Sun Room
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.
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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Now, Zelos had no idea what the heck 'chakra' was, but assumed it was some type of ability. With his own power suppressed he now knew at least there weren't any exceptions.
"Oh yes," Zelos said, doing some very quick thinking. "See, Phil and Yerma are master scientists, but working on formulas all day gets pretty boring, right? So using a combination of highly flammable chemicals and exotic fruit, they've managed to drug us and bring us here."
Zelos looked the kid up and down, as though sizing him up. "Now, I could tell you about what happens at night..." Then suddenly as if making up his mind, he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "No, you wouldn't be able to handle it."
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And even so, his 'what' did not accuse this man of tomfoolery. It simply announced that he had not fully absorbed such strange details, and when he filed them away for later use, there was the possibility repetition would warp them even stranger.
"I would have guessed some kind of jutsu." He blinked, and then predictably became flustered when the pink-haired guy refused to expand upon his next point. "I can handle anything!"
He could tell by an arrival of nurses that the shift was ending, but stubbornly stuck around in hopes of squeezing out one or two more details before his nurse showed.
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Zelos saw the nurses starting to gather up patients. He was a little sad his fun had been cut short, but wrapped up his little story anyway.
"The ghost of a former patient wanders these halls. A vengeful spirit, stuck to this world bent on pure revenge. Watch out, 'cause this ghost is a nasty one."
The nurse then came by, clearing her throat just as he finished. Grinning, he stood and followed her out of the room. He turned back, waving at the young blond. "See ya!"