Day 41: Breakfast

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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.

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Comments

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

"They can become impossible to manage, especially if they begin to think they can really get away with their schemes to take over or destroy everything in sight. Which seem to be a required component of their personality." Recluse was still very slowly picking at his breakfast. Nothing about it was at all interesting or really necessary, so it wasn't holding his attention.

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

Uninteresting? Unnecessary? How dare he slander the wonder and glory that was maple syrup on savory buttermilk pancakes, gifts from the gods themselves to provide sweet bliss in this wretched place! If Scourge was psychic, he'd be offended.

"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."

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

They weren't holding his attention, and he didn't feel the need to explain himself to anyone. If Recluse had any of his psychics with him, he would have replied as such.

"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.

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

"Tried giving them three recorded origins? I've been trying to figure out how to stop them from doing that. Messes with the records a lot."

Then he should totally not give it to Scourge, because the poor tracker would wind up making himself sick again.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

"Not deliberately, I think." He'd been in command of Arachnos for over 60 years now. Quite a lot of impossible things had happened, and he couldn't be bothered to remember all of it. "Others have used such techniques fairly recently." Nemesis, of course. Everything would have been so much more simple if Marcus could have just acted as he was supposed to and killed Nemesis back in 1932.

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