ext_201939 ([identity profile] mitase.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-05-30 04:33 pm

Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

Re: M9

[identity profile] heraldric.livejournal.com 2009-06-24 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Data drained...?" Leon felt vaguely nauseous, and he had to close his eyes again for the moment, now pinching the bridge of his nose. How was something that had been done to them cause a patient's room to be covered in grass? He supposed they could have been transferred to a room belonging to someone who'd been experimenting with weird forms of compounding, but this was just strange.

He tried to focus more on the room around them after a couple minutes, opening his eyes again and squinting around. ...Did Tsukasa's hair look different? He could have sworn it was a bit lighter.

Re: M9

[identity profile] cannotlogout.livejournal.com 2009-06-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Tsukasa nodded but didn't elaborate just yet, watching Leon with some concern as he pinched his nose. It was disorienting and he still felt bone weary from the spells that he'd cast earlier. He continued once Leon looked a little more together. "Data-draining," he began uncertainly. "It's a... an attack where I'm from. It messes with, well, people's data, the stuff that makes them what they are." It was difficult to explain without going into detail of The World and the fact that it was all a computer game. Even here, he thought that might be a little difficult to believe. "It can be dangerous if it happens a lot."