winged_moon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
winged_moon) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2009-02-26 01:27 pm
winged_moon) wrote in damned_institute2009-02-26 01:27 pm
Entry tags:
- aidou,
- akihiko,
- albedo,
- allelujah,
- allen,
- ayumu,
- badou,
- beatrix,
- callisto,
- chise,
- claus,
- dean winchester,
- haku,
- harley,
- harry osborn,
- haruno sakura,
- heiji,
- hinamori momo,
- homura,
- honey,
- indiana jones,
- irene,
- junpei,
- juri,
- keman,
- kenshin,
- kurogane,
- leon (so2),
- luxord,
- meche,
- naruto,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- rangiku,
- reid,
- renamon,
- roland,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- saber,
- sakura,
- scar (tlk),
- sokka,
- suzaku,
- touya,
- yahiko,
- yohji,
- yue
Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]
Yue was all too pleased to leave the cafeteria by the time lunch was over, even if he still wasn't satisfied that Fai was properly taking care of himself. It was clear that Touya hadn't accepted the answers he'd been given and intended to find out just what the guardian wasn't telling him, and being watched so closely was beginning to get uncomfortable.
It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.
How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.
Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.
In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his ownbrooding thoughts.
[for Sokka]
It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.
How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.
Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.
In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his own
[for Sokka]
no subject
That line about "knowing something I didn't" set off the mental alarm bells, though. Meche was starting to pick up on the conversational gambits that, so far, had invariably led her to the what-it's-like-to-be-dead lecture. This time was even worse, because she had no way of knowing exactly what Manny had told him. It did sound like it hadn't gotten quite as far as the merits of the Number Nine versus the Excelsior Line, though.
It was tempting just to say that Manny had just been pulling Phoenix's leg, but she owed Phoenix a little better than that. She decided to do a little sidestepping and let him decide how interested he really was--if he really did want to know what the Grim Reaper's office looked like, far be it from her to withhold information. She'd let it slip to plenty of people already.
"Maybe he did," she said carefully. Now what? "He had a job for a long time that gave him access to a lot of...classified information, I suppose. It's probably made him a little smug." Then a stroke of inspiration hit her: "That's how I first met him, actually. I was a client of his." Perfect. Completely true, but it gave them both an easy out if Phoenix decided he wasn't feeling all that curious about Manny's deep, dark secret after all. Meche felt pretty good about that one.
no subject
. . . oh, come on. Tell me that my roomate isn't a lawyer too.
It would have made a terrible, shouldn't-be-funny kind of sense, though. He already knew that Edgeworth's room was practically the Landel's Institute prosecutors' lounge. Maybe they'd stick the defense attorneys in one room, too. Phoenix had seen a lot stranger, even before he'd come here.
"Really?" He leaned forward another inch, interest painted transparently across his features. "I mean, I know what you mean. I'm a lawyer myself, so I see a lot of that kind of thing." To be more accurate, Phoenix actually did a lot of that kind of thing, but he wasn't about to tell this very nice, very polite lady about the subtle joys of making prosecutors apoplectic with the I-know-something-you-don't-know song and dance routine. "What does - did - he do for a living?" He had mentioned something about retirement, hadn't he? It must've been a good job if he could retire already; he hadn't looked that old.
no subject
She actually repeated "For a living?" out loud--it was too good a private joke to pass up. "He's done a little bit of everything, actually. You should get him to tell you the stories whenever they let him out," she said quickly, keeping her face straight. "He started off mopping floors in an automat once, and he ended up taking it over and turning the place into a nightclub less than a year later. Another time he shipped out to sea for a year and came back as the captain. He's that kind of guy." She'd heard the stories many times, but retelling them brought back some of their weight. Manny really had had a remarkable afterlife. She could only wonder how many jobs he'd worked his way through when he was alive. If they ever got out of here, he could probably be president.
"When I met him, though, he was a travel agent," she concluded.