Day 37: Sun Room

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Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.

Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?

The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."

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Ophelia nodded as she listened, stowing all of the information away in her head for the time being "With such interesting eye colours, he shouldn't be hard to find, I imagine," said Ophelia with a light chuckle. She paused, wondering how to address his instruction to check the board, though. He seemed reasonable enough and non-threatening to her cause, unlike Arlene; admitting the one extra flaw in her current status likely wouldn't come across as a sign of weakness to him. "As for the board, unfortunately, it is currently of no use to me. In my world, it is not common for women to be taught reading and writing, and even less common for a warrior such as myself to be taught."

She glanced over at Arlene being continuing, who had been joined by another person whom she seemed to know. Quite the popular little bitch, wasn't she?

"I was planning on finding for someone willing to help me acquire basic literacy soon, though as you can guess, I find it frustrating that I should have to do so," she said. "In my world, I barely paid the skill a thought and was better off for it. In this world, it seems to be essential."

At the introduction, she grinned a little wider. She was always glad to make her name more well known (preferably feared as well, but known was good too). "I am Ophelia. Just Ophelia. Also known as the Blood-soaked Warrior to some."

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Itachi listened to her explanation of her illiteracy quietly, measuring her up with his eyes. She was not unintelligent, and he supposed that if reading and writing truly were not useful for her purposes in her own world, she could hardly be faulted for neglecting them. He made a point himself never to do unnecessary things, as they only took up time and tied one down. Nevertheless, literacy was the sort of thing that could become very necessary in a single instance. Therefore illiteracy was a dangerous state to be in, and hence a weakness of sorts. At least she was going to try and correct the situation, though.

"That is unfortunate," he conceded, deciding not to criticize her weakness. Other than this minor detail, she would be a valuable ally. "Yes, in this world it is a crucial skill, one you should probably learn immediately. But there are a number of people here of the type that would be willing to help others." Not that he would ever be one of those; he hardly wanted to waste time teaching her. Let the weaker-minded, good-willed individuals do that and leave the stronger ones to pursue their goals. She would find someone.

He couldn't help another almost-smile at Ophelia's nickname. Quite unnecessary bragging, but if she was accomplished enough to warrant the name, then so be it. "You earned that particular epithet, then?"

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So she had at least not lost her ability to read others to her advantage. Though she could tell that Itachi was not necessarily pleased that she was illiterate, having saved the admission until this point had ensured that he wouldn't really hold it against her. All the better to ensure his help in other matters later should she need it for whatever reason.

"There are always a great number of overly - often bafflingly - helpful people in the world. I don't think that changes much across different realities," she said with a smirk and a chuckle. "I'm sure I'll find one of those types soon enough."

She nodded when asked about the nickname. "I would prefer a more specific title that has to do with my personal technique, as some of the other high-ranked warriors do. Though, it's not much of a surprise that it hasn't happened yet. Most who get to see my special technique don't live long enough to spread its name around."