ext_203323: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand St. Just in The Scarlet Pimpernel looking down while outside with a tree in background (Default)
Armand St. Just ([identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-12-02 10:50 am

Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)

There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.

There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.

[for Citan]

[identity profile] innovator-skuld.livejournal.com 2008-12-04 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Inherited power. It's item synthesis that's really impressive, but here I'm reduced to just alchemy." She was perfectly willing to talk shop, she just hated having to admit to her power having been reduced just like everybody else's. "The difference is lack of limitation; I can synthesize a multi-dimensional weapon out of household objects, but with alchemy you're limited to similar substances, like one metal to another."

Okay, he seemed like a good guy. Skuld considered herself very good at judging character (and everything else she did), so she didn't have any worries about arming him.