http://captain-hunam.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] captain-hunam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-10-28 11:57 am

Nightshift 36: M31-40

[M39]

Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.

Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...

[identity profile] per-ardua.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Raine shook her head slightly; she didn't know "everything" by a long shot. For example, she had no idea what exactly was setting Sheena off--just that she probably hadn't talked about it to anyone in a long time. "I'm aware I don't know what it was like; my experience was different than yours. But I am guessing they had a few things in common."

[identity profile] mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sheena growled, "Like what?"

[identity profile] per-ardua.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Raine replied. Sheena was right, she didn't know how much their situations had in common, and wouldn't unless she was told.

If nothing else, she's likely to realize answering my questions is a good way to shut me up.

[identity profile] mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I don't want to tell you how fucking horrible my childhood really was," Sheena snapped back, her voice still quiet yet harsh. Her breathing was increasing as she fought with her emotions. She didn't want to pop on the half-elf, but Raine just didn't know when to leave something alone.

[identity profile] per-ardua.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Believe me--I know what that's like." Part of Raine wondered if she was just being stubborn at this point, but if the topic of family coming up got Sheena this incensed after just a few questions, it was better that they talk about it than certain others.

To give a worst-case scenario, any of the supposed therapists here...

[identity profile] mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com 2008-11-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
She knew what it was like? SHE KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE??? Raine may have had an idea, but she sure as hell didn't know what it'd been like for Sheena. The ninja exploded.

Sheena quickly pivoted, grabbed Raine's broom with one hand while a single card suddenly appeared in the ninja's hand. Rigid and sharp like a blade, the card went to Raine's throat, but stopped just short, the edge brushing against the half-elf's throat just enough to feel the card's deadliness. Sheena's eyes were locked on Raine's, a mixture of emotions in them.

"You have no idea what it was like," Sheena said, her voice hard but wavering slightly. "You KNEW who your parents were. You lived part of your life with them. I don't even know what my real family name is. I'm not even really Mizuho. Grandfather found me discarded and left to die as a baby."

The ninja's eyes glistened in the low light and her grip on the broom tightened. "Now, imagine what it was like for me, a Tethe'allan mutt who didn't even have a shred of Mizuho blood in her, to be raised up as the most promising ninja for the village's future, the one that could supposedly restore the village's honor in Tethe'alla, and then FAIL with Volt."

The card trembled for the first time during Sheena's reaction. "So don't tell me you know what it's like. You knew who your parents were. You know where you come from. You were never really an outsider in your own home."

Sheena turned abruptly around, letting go of the broom. The card hovered in place as the ninja walked a few steps away. "You'll wish I'd used that card now if I ever hear of you repeating what I just told you."

Leaving Raine where she was, Sheena stalked into the clinic, the card snuffed out in a small cloud of smoke as soon as she crossed the threshold.

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