damned_institute | Day 38: Patients' Library

The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.

He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.

Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.

Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.

Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.

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The library had fairly narrow rows that the patients had to maneuver through, and for that reason Guy didn't notice Sync heading toward him until the God-General was practically face-to-face with him.

He didn't fail to hide his disdain. While the younger man made no comment about his arm, he must have noticed that it was perfectly fine now. In the end, his attack hadn't done all that much damage. It had delayed him a few nights, but if Guy let that bother him, then he was really just giving in.

Part of him felt the urge to just let his fist meet Sync's face, right then and there, but that would be giving the teenager exactly what he wanted. Claude had already fallen into that trap, and Guy knew that he could be the epitome of calm if he put his mind to it.

"It's not like I have much choice," he said, keeping his tone pleasant and letting the words speak for themselves. "Though there's not much to join in on."

Indeed, Sync would've had to been blind not to notice how fast Guy recovered from his broken arm, much to his dismay. It would've been nice to have the blond suffer from his handicap for a little longer, but as long as he dampened the latter's plans for at least a couple of days then that was enough. The God-General merely smiled when Guy gave in, chuckling lightly as he did so.

"What are you talking about, Guy? Of course you have a choice," He corrected, all the while mirroring the swordsman's pleasant tone.

"I'd just kill you if you said no." And just like that Sync turned his attention towards the books in front of him, picking a novel out by random and glanced at the cover.

"Brave New World," The God-General began before glancing up and giving Guy a look as if asking for his opinion. "Have you read this yet?"

The fact that Sync was so convinced that he could kill Guy, especially considering what the God-General's eventual fate had been - it was enough to make the swordsman clench his fists as he did his best to exhale his anger and keep his cool.

Because he did have to acknowledge that he had been severely injured by Sync just a few nights back, and death really could be a possibility when he was so ill-prepared.

Glancing at the book Sync picked up with narrowed eyes, Guy examined the cover for a moment before shaking his head. "No..." He couldn't help wondering if Claude had, but he buried that thought, not wanting his friend to be connected to Sync in even the slightest way.

"Why do you ask?" He doubted that he wanted to know, but part of him was curious about the book as well. And maybe if he went along with Sync's conversations more readily, the boy would get bored of it and stop bothering him.

"Not everything I do has an ulterior motive, you know." Sync had been expected Guy to be of some use to him, but the latter proved to be just as clueless as he was. Either that or he refused to help him, which the God-General thought was rather funny considering that it was just over a book. Nonetheless, he decided to take the blond's word for it, idly flipping to the first page and read a few sentences.

"Which reminds me..." He began, keeping his eyes focused on the print. "I haven't seen much of the others in a while."

That may have been because he'd barely been out save for those last few nights, but what Guy didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Guy thought it was pretty funny that Sync would say that, since he found it very hard to believe. While he wasn't paranoid enough to get suspicious over a book, that didn't mean that Sync didn't have some other reason for talking to him today. Whether it was just to bother him or to get some sort of information out of him, there was probably a point to it.

And with that next comment, he had to assume it was the latter. Still, the reminder was enough to cause the swordsman to frown, sending a furtive glance around in search of his friends.

Himself, Anise - and then Ion and Peony were technically still here, even though both of them weren't exactly up and about. Jade's whereabouts were still a mystery.

"I guess you're right," he said after a pause. "Would you have anything to do with that?" Guy didn't think so, but he might as well make sure and there was no reason not to be blunt.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Sync commented, finally turning to look up at Guy and gave him an innocent smile. Either the latter was lying to him or he was telling the truth, but for now he might as well play along for the time being until he figured out himself.

"It's not like it doesn't benefit you. Now you don't have to keep track of so many people." Plus he wouldn't have to work so hard bringing the rest of them down.

"Which means I'm doing you a favor."

Only Sync would be able to use that kind of logic, seeing people as obstacles and tools rather than human beings. It was probably why he had been so skilled at using the curse slot, come to think of it.

The God-General had implied that he did have something to do with the disappearances, but Guy couldn't be sure that Sync wasn't just doing so in order to provoke him.

Before he could question the boy any further, though, the intercom came on. He let out a silent sigh of relief, realizing only now that he was able to get away from Sync how much just interacting with the boy tired him out.

Sending the God-General a warning glare, Guy didn't say another word as he moved toward the library's exit to meet with his nurse.

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