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Day 41: Breakfast
Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute.
He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.
Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.
At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."
She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."
He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.
And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.
[thread will be closed to Haseo. ♥]
He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.
Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.
At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."
She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."
He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.
And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.
[thread will be closed to Haseo. ♥]
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"Better the weapon, the better the chemicals. Like I said, you won't get anything in return if I don't live to bring them back."
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A new, more manic voice rang out across the cafeteria (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/623376.html?thread=51660304#t51660304), and Scourge jerked up so fast he sent a bit of pancake flying off his fork and halfway to the next table. "Oh. Great. Another table crazy. Do people always do this in the mornings?"
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He barely reacted when the idiot started yelling, not turning to look, rather deciding this would be a better moment to start picking at his breakfast. "It sounds almost like one of the people employed by my government." It certainly had the utter incomprehensibility and mania to it that was often heard in the classic Mad Scientist.
"The sort that might stumble upon a brilliant idea every so often, but mostly just creates impractical doomsday devices that contains some easily exploitable flaw the Heroes will instantly find." It was why Arachnos had a specific training and oversight program for those ones. He liked keeping worries over nation-destroying explosives, zombie invasions, and plant-zombie invasions to a minimum within the Rogue Isles.
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The nurse seems to already be moving in to handle the table-related nonsense, and Scourge once again digs into his sugary eggs.
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"We keep our engineers on a pretty tight leash. After all, we're the ones that created them...or brainwashed them...or they were there before..." Scourge trailed off, folding one clawed hand over his face and sighing. "Actually, forget I said anything. I'm not getting into that debate."
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"We've tried doing that before. It doesn't seem to produce such high-quality results. It does work quite well for elite soldiers, however." Provided they had the prerequisites for the Bane Spider program. Then, if they were within the Rogue Isles, nothing could save them from their fate.
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Then he should totally not give it to Scourge, because the poor tracker would wind up making himself sick again.
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