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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- allelujah,
- ayumu,
- batman,
- brainiac 5,
- clark kent,
- claude,
- danny phantom,
- dias,
- edward elric,
- evangeline,
- forte,
- frey,
- guy,
- hanekoma,
- hanyuu,
- heiji,
- indiana jones,
- kaito,
- ken amada,
- kenren,
- kenshin,
- kio,
- kira,
- kvothe,
- leon magnus,
- lugnut,
- matsuda,
- matt,
- mikami,
- mitsuru,
- ophelia,
- peter petrelli,
- phoenix,
- raine,
- renamon,
- roland,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- scar (tlk),
- schuldig,
- shinichi,
- shito,
- sora,
- soubi,
- superboy,
- sync,
- teisel,
- the doctor,
- the flash,
- tony stark,
- tsubaki,
- tyki,
- wolverine,
- xigbar,
- yue,
- yuffie,
- yukari,
- zex
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.
[for Homura]
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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"Tonight, yes," Jiraiya smiled a bit, and then he followed her--as if he was going to let her walk away on that note. "I know well enough that you can't be pressured for something like this, but."
He paused for a moment in thought, and then shrugged, giving up, grinning a bit more, "But I'm being stupid...?"
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The Digimon sighed. "Allow me to take care of myself and decide what is best for me. Don't attempt to do so for me." The 'it won't go over well', and 'it will end whatever this is before it even starts' went unsaid.
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It had gone over better than expected. She was at least giving the idea thought instead of vetoing it immediately. And that was better than the reaction he had expected. She hadn't even agreed that he was being a moron about this.
But he needed the time to think about it, too. Especially about how to not drop hints about his more perverted side until she was ready for that. While it would be nice to be together with her, he also didn't want to end up dead when she found out.
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That she was actually looking forward to it was altogether surprising in itself. With a small smile, Renamon walked off to meet the nurse waiting for her.
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As she walked away, Jiraiya couldn't help but think how hot it had been for Renamon to show her fiercely independent streak. That was what he liked in a woman. Confident.. and fiesty.
Still smiling, he went to meet his own nurse. So far, this had been a very good day.