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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[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

"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."

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"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.

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"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."

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"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?"

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

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."

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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."

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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."