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.

[for Homura]

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[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Ah... that. That made Adelheid's expression darken, and he turned away from Ed, unconsciously resting one hand on where the tattoo would mark his face, come nightshift. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to admit that he was so weak with something like that. "No one needed to check up on me. This isn't the first curse I've endured, it likely won't be the last."

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed sighed softly when Adel turned away, setting his book aside and leaning back in the chair. He was beginning to see how frustrating it could be to deal with someone who wouldn't accept help. How had Al dealt with him half the time? "We worry about you," he said quietly. "But as long as you're alright."

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Those words rubbed Adelheid the wrong way, if he was going to be honest with himself. He'd never liked people worrying about him, or admitting that they had; most of the people who did so died shortly thereafter, and what was the point in the worry, anyway? It was just a distraction, and besides, it wasn't like anyone had worried enough to stop by after being told. What was the point of worry that wasn't put into action?

Those were the thoughts running through his head, but instead of voicing them, he simply shook his head again. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry about me."