Day 38: Patients' Library

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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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[longlivetheking]

"It would have seemed you would have needed to get in line." Scar commented dryly. Considering Mozenrath's behavior, he wasn't too surprised people wanted to kill him. No matter, the fool was expendable.

"I'm afraid I can't draw." Scar admitted, looking at the journal as if Alita had just suggested to jump from a high cliff and use it to break his fall. He couldn't even hold a pen and write properly with it, let alone provide a detailed 'drawing' of the lady he had run into during his visit in the morgue a couple of nights ago.

"I could describe her." he offered after a moment. How helpful he was being today...

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"I'd kick all their asses to be the first one to kill him," Falis quipped. "Eh. Doesn't matter now."

She simply shrugged when Scar admitted he couldn't draw. Not everyone could, after all.

"That works," she said, settling the journal back in her lap, pen ready. "You describe her and I'll see what I can come up with based off of that. Then if you see something that doesn't fit, you can point it out and I'll fix it."

[longlivetheking]

"Very well. Let's see..." Scar looked thoughtful for a moment. It had been rather dark, and the situations and his eyesight not as good as it should have been, he probably hadn't been able to catch every single detail. But even so, he still began describing how the woman had looked. Aside from her notable hair color, her paleness and her clothing there hadn't been too many interesting things of note.

"Additionaly, she had seemed to be rather emotionless and even uncapable to feel pain." He clearly remembered she had no problem carrying her heated weapon - even going so far as licking it - along with the sickening pop he had heard when she had titled her head.

"And as I had already mentioned, she carried a heated poker." Mozenrath would have been able to confirm that it was a rather painful thing to be hit with.

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Falis' hand moved across the page as she listened to Scar's description. The face lacked any real distinguishing features when she was done but the clothing was very close to what had been described and the poker was drawn straight. She'd also made notes underneath the drawing of the woman's pale skin, the inability to feel pain and the status of her weapon.

"How's that look?"

[longlivetheking]

Scar studied the drawing of the woman he had just described. He had a severe lack of artistic knowledge, so his own opinion regarding drawings most likely wouldn't weigh too much, but he could most certainly state if the subject drawn was recognizable or not.

In any case, he indeed recognized what he had just described. Scar nodded before voicing his comment: "Remarkably accurate."

This looked far more impressive than whatever that silly monkey back home would have liked to scribble upon the walls. Scar hadn't known humans could have such abilities. He would need to keep this in mind.

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"Good," Falis replied. "What part of the building did you run into her?"