damned_institute | Day 40: Lunch

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Day 40: Lunch

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"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

[For Tony Stark]

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Allelujah shrugged. He was used to hearing what the world thought of Celestial Being. The point was that he believed in what he was doing. "Most of the world doesn't even know what I look like," he replied with a faint smile.

The next made him frown deeply, not liking what Badou was saying in the slightest. Tieria was Tieria. There was no-one more dedicated, no-one with a tougher resolve, to hear that they could break even him was disturbing to say the least. His eyes widened with horror at what Badou said about his partner and he swallowed thickly. Having Hallelujah ripped away would be removing half of his personality. "That's horrible," he said, shuddering just at the thought. "I'm sorry about your partner."

That news caused some obvious confusion. "So then why would they be afraid of you?"

Badou didn't know much about that other side of Haine but he was well-acquainted with his partner's feral slasher-smile and penchant for wearing dead cow. For better or worse, it was a part of him. A part of him was sure if Haine had really wanted that spine ripped out he would have done it to himself, repercussions be damned.

He shook his head at Alle, "The bastard seems happy enough with his goddamn car. I don't think he was too fond of his other half to begin with." Despite the words, he sounded like someone who was complaining about how much onions had to cost these days. He caught himself reaching for a cigarette and stopped, lacing his fingers together in front of him. "It just doesn't make sense, you know?"

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Allelujah bit his lips and then shrugged. He couldn't exactly keep it a secret, especially not with her here. "I wasn't kidding when I said that I was an international terrorist. Or at least, that's how most of the world sees us." They feared them, even if they never knew them personally. He believed in what they did, but it was painful sometimes, knowing that the world wanted them dead.

Oh, he supposed that made sense. He didn't like Hallelujah a lot of the time and until recently, they had practically been enemies, but he would never have dreamed of wanting him gone. "It does sound strange. I wonder what they do to them to make them like that. Tieria wouldn't be Tieria if he wasn't living like we are now."

Despite himself, he found that kind of cool now that they weren't roughly snarling it at each other. There weren't any terrorists that he knew of in his world, which was a testament to just how much control the mafia and the government were able to execute. He didn't doubt there were some underground rebels but he didn't have much faith in their retirement prospects either. He sort of wondered sometimes if his brother's friends had been getting too close to something like that.

"Oh yeah, that too. I stand by my assumption that your world is full of douchebags." Badou replied, deadpan.

He pulled a salty french fry out of his plate and swirled it in ketchup. "I could be wrong but I'm not the only one who thinks they're the real deal. Then again, for all we know they just drag the information out of our heads at night.The best advice I've got is don't think about it since we can't do shit about it anyway."

He couldn't help but snort in response to that. Eloquence such as he'd come to expect from Badou. "I'm sure that there are a lot of people like that in any other world," he replied. "We#re not expecting praise for what we're doing, we just believe in it." All of them did, in their own ways.

"i talked to someone earlier who believed the same," Allelujah admitted, remembering his conversation with Homura. "I suppose you're right. We're not in a position to do anything now, she focus on what can be done."

See, when people asked him why he was such an asshole he was going to point this out as evidence of what happened when he tried to be slightly less assholeish. "That's not praise, it's a statement of fact. At the risk of falling asleep halfway though a political lecture, what are you fighting for anyway?"

Badou bit off the end of his ~~fried stick-o-salt~~ french fry. "And speaking of things that can be done, you didn't bring those cigarettes with you, did you?"

"World peace," Allelujah replied, with a soft, bitter laugh. "We intervene in wars and take out war inciting elements," he explained further. "It depends on the situation. We took out drug fields once, then were fighting the military soon after." So many things which could cause war. It seemed like a never ending battle.

He shook his head. "I didn't bring them with me. I didn't want to risk getting them confiscated by a nurse."

"Doesn't doing it that way just mean you eventually become the top dog? What happens when you've got everyone following your orders?" It was an unusually serious question for someone who rarely looked like he gave half a care.

His expression changed to something more familiar soon after, and Badou sank a bit in his chair, releasing a sigh. "Thank fuck. Haine tried to bring me some during the visitor shift and they got confiscated out of nowhere. Can I stop by your room tonight on my way out? If you leave them somewhere I'll grab them."

It wasn't like he had a reason to snoop or anything. If he wanted to know something about Alle, he was pretty certain he could just ask.

"No!" Allelujah protested, shaking his head. "It isn't like that! We aren't trying to take over. We haven't conquered anywhere, we aren't planning to. When the world is united, probably again us, we're all ready to stand trial for what we've done. I wouldn't want to work for them if they were trying to rule the world." He frowned, looking down at the table top. "I just don't want any more people like me to be created."

The sudden change was a little odd, but quick changes like that were something that Allelujah was intimately familiar with. "Sure," Allelujah agreed easily. "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight, but if I go out, I'll leave them in the top desk drawer."

"So, what? You destroy your weapons and hope nobody finds a way to create them again? You just trust that they're not using you for their own agenda?" Badou pressed the heel of his palm just above the eyepatch. "Just be careful. Man, I really hope you're right about whatever you're doing."

He nodded at the information about the smokes. "Thanks. I'm probably going to pick up my file so I'll just stop by beforehand. You found yours in your doctor's office right?"

Allelujah couldn't even think of a response to that. He knew that Celestial Being had done terrible things, that he had done terrible things and they were, in the end, only human. Humans could be corrupted by power, by greed, by pride, but what else could he do? He was a weapon who could do nothing except fight. His hands clenched into fists in his lap. "There's nothing else that I can do," he said quietly. Beyond Celestial Being, he had nothing.

Allelujah nodded. "Yes. it was just there in a filing cabinet," he said. "I looked for other things but there wasn't anything useful really. I don't know if the other offices will be the same."

Dammit. He was just like a kid sometimes. "Come on Alle, don't do that kicked puppy thing." Badou sat up a bit and reached over to poke him in the cheek with a french fry. "I just don't want to see you taking the fall for some asshole."

He actually meant that one. All things considered, he kind of liked Allelujah.

"I wanted to pick up some more smokes too, so it'll save me some trouble if my file is in the same area."

Allelujah blinked when the chip hit him in the cheek, leaving a smear of grease and salt which he reached up to wipe away. "Sorry," he replied, giving a little smile of apology. "I'll try not to," he said after a moment. He desperately wanted to believe that what they were doing was right, but he knew that it was foolish to be so trusting.

"I don't know which office you'd try for that. Office 6 didn't have any though."

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