http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-05-25 05:57 am

Day 41: Intercom, Evening

When the intercom's jingle sounded, there seemed to be some kind of tapping in the background noise, like letters being punched into a keyboard. It stopped and the Head Doctor chuckled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm actually taking a break from paperwork for once – everyone needs some recreational time, you know! – and of course, now we can all look forward to a scrumptious dinner from our cooks. Tonight, herb-seasoned grilled salmon is on the menu, served with buttery mashed potatoes and asparagus. All our regular drinks and vegetarian options are available, and for dessert, we will be serving yellow cake with a whipped cream icing.

"...Well! I can hardly wait to get my own dinner after saying all that. Good bye for now, everyone, and enjoy your delicious food!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Re: F22

[identity profile] himetsuru.livejournal.com 2009-05-28 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
At that, Falis' eyes slid to Senna and a sly, dangerous smile touched her lips. Smoothly, she crossed the small space between the beds to the other girl as if she was stalking her prey. She kept her sword in her off hand, down at her side in a non-threatening manner, and reached a hand out to trace a fingertip along the shinigami's jaw.

"Is that so? And here you almost made me jealous, Senna," she purred, eyes locking on Senna's. "And here I thought I was the player," she added one with a throaty chuckle.

Re: F22

[identity profile] windstwilight.livejournal.com 2009-05-28 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
See, touching? That was okay. It was when it moved past that, that Senna wasn't sure how she felt. She stayed, eyes watching Falis. "Yep, that's the way it is." She made to frown as if in thought. "They're all pretty cute, too...."

She smiled upwards. "Eh. Don't know why they keep putting me in charge anyway."

Re: F22

[identity profile] himetsuru.livejournal.com 2009-05-28 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Falis withdrew her hand. "Make sure the cutest of them all does not end up with a scratch," she said before straightening up and turning away.

""They put you in charge because they think you'll conform to the ideals of what half your existence even tells you that you should follow," the hunter replied, stepping into the middle of the room to take up a neutral stance, sword now in her primary hand. She closed her eyes and started going through a form, her blade cutting the air with power, yet precision as she focused on her own body.

"When a resistance group starts having their leaders taken out by the enemy's instead of having the whole force crushed, it is common practice to bathe new potential leaders in the fires of war with a mismatched unit. Either the leader will grasp the reigns and lead the unit to at least a Pyrrhic victory, and thus become stronger in body, mind and leadership skill, or they perish, allowing the group's commanders to have learned something from their enemy."

Slash! Falis' blade cut the air and held completely still horizontal to the floor in a one-handed grip as she opened her eyes. "Yet, this isn't a war, not like that. Perhaps they see something in you that you are not seeing in yourself."