damned_institute | Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

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Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

As always, Tamaki woke up in his bed. He didn't know how he got there, but he woke up still in the clutches of fear he last remembered from the night. The fight in the hallway, Ed and Adel, the thing...

He was out of bed immediately, determined to make sure his friends were alright. He listened to the man on the intercom, not liking the idea of some big surprise. He didn't imagine any surprises could be good. And he hoped his friends felt the same way...

When his nurse came to get him, he chose the Sun Room instead of the chapel. He wanted no part of whatever was going to happen. He only hoped that Ed and Adel had the same idea....

They probably didn't. Agitated and worried, Tamaki paced along the window, hands behind his back, and waited.

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Turning to the speaker who had approached him, he was surprised to see a rather young girl, her concerned face looking up at him. Why would a child be in such a place? Any why approach him, of all people. "I am only confounded," he began, looking up to see the crowd around them, "by my current station."

Blinking as a particular glare of sunlight caught into his eye, he once again wished back for his shell, even though mere hours before he had been so eager to cast it off. Looking back at the girl, he was once again reminded of the lord he had failed to protect. Would the guilt constantly prey upon him? He had no doubt it would. He was sorry to disgrace Judge Drace so horridly.

"Pray tell, do you know of this place? I've found it futile to ask these vassals in the strange cloths for any inform. They seem better fit to mock than to actually provide services."

A nurse? Was that who she was? He knew of nursemaids, but she wore the strangest outfit. It was obvious he did not dwell in Ivalice anymore (or any part of Ivalice he knew of), but to be somewhere already showing its apparent differences? Less comforting than he would admit.

And how would 'Noah' act in this situation? He'd know no better than himself, he was sure. "Forgive me, milady, but your words vex me. What is this 'mental institution'? I have never heard of such a thing."

The hound knew very well he wasn't crazy, or more accurately didn't think of himself as such, and he assumed that was connected to why that "nurse" had called him by such an odd and foreign-sounding name.

He took his hand off of the couch, making a small bow to the girl. Even if the judge had and still was a fierce murderer, he and 'Noah' both shared a fondness for children. It was most likely because, in comparison, children held no amount of poison, and he had become so tired of sinning and being sinned against. "Forgive my second transgression as well, as I am not so accustomed to introducing myself. My name is - " he paused, waiting for his mind to settle on one identity. Basch had made an imprint upon him, it seemed. "You may call me Noah."

Noah was unsure whether to think this was fitting for him, or a grave mistake.

He couldn't help but laugh at the girl's clumsy curtsey, but the fact she had done it in return was admirable. "I'm afraid all of the people I knew are dead." He held some semblence of a smile while saying it, because the alternative seemed much worse. Better they all dead than have some good live while evil lived, too.

Amusing how he had changed his view of himself so quickly. Nay, he had many a transgression to repay. "Ergo, it may be hard to find a familiar face. But I find that is not all that bad." Watching the girl take a seat, he waited a moment before following her, afraid that trying to stare up at him might hurt her neck. "There is nothing I find abominable about meeting a few new faces."

"Mayhaps a few," he answered, but truthfully, he didn't. If he was to start over as Noah, should he not tear himself away from all that Gabranth was?

Enough obsessing over that. He set his mind to the conversation, as he had not had a stable one for far too long. Living wasn't turning out as bad as he feared it would be. "It is good you have friends here, though I'm certain it's not at all difficult for you to make new ones."

These seats were strangely uncomfortable. If he knew what a marshmellow was, he would have compared the seating to one. Even such small pleasantries as a chair he recognized were not to be given to him. "As I am curious about this new environ, may I inquire as to how long you have been here? It doesn't seem a place much suited to you."

So it was not enough to be seemingly ripped away from one's previous life, but to be trapped in a different realm altogether.

Monsters were no thing out of the ordinary for him, as Ivalice was a land riddled with fiends and rubbish. It was a horror to think of children of any sort to be stuck in Ivalice, let alone here. He could not help but believe the poor girl, because for what end would she weave such a lie? And otherwise, he had no other information to believe over the redhead's, so anything was possible enough in his mind.

"I can't wish to imagine," he started, pushing himself from the back of the seat to face Kairi, keeping his voice low in the case that there was truly someone in the room to be wary of. "And where are the nurses during this jeopardous time?"

He turned his head to the side, much like a curious dog. "Nay, they do not." These particular outfits seemed quite unconventional to him. They were quite disrespectful, too, a trait he was not used to, and had not seen for some time. Perhaps they were not so quick to put one to death here.

Noah tried to smile in respose to her own, though he again felt the expression was strange. Aye, he had missed life outside of the military. "A land called Ivalice," he started, pausing to run a hand through his hair. "No doubt you've never heard of such a place, as t'was nothing like here." A small understatement, perhaps. "It seems I have much to learn."

"The same as the common women, I'd assume." He couldn't remember seeing many nurses of his own, besides from when he had first started his training. Perhaps a midwife or two, but they never dressed out of the ordinary.

Noah was unsure how to answer all of the girl's questions. A Judge didn't stop to admire nor to ponder over how the land looked, but how the terrain may prove an advantage, or lead to an entire army being overthrown. Though with the birth of so many airships, land strategy had faded quickly enough. "Truthfully, I never noticed what the land was." Even the memories he had of the places he'd traveled to many a time gave him no satisfactory answer. "The only island I ever knew - or can remember - hovered among the clouds. I remember no islands in the water, and for all my knowledge, I cannot recall one ever being there." The image seemed a strange one to him. "I would be interested in seeing your islands." Noah added as an afterthought, though he found the event would be horribly unlikely.

Even if she had asked that particular question, he wouldn't have been able to answer. He considered what everyone was clothed in now beyond odd. Was it supposed to have some strange version of a smile on it? He found it less than tasteful, especially under the circumstances.

"Flying, yes. Have you no airships where you come from?" Noah couldn't remember a time when there hadn't been vehicles in the air, though he'd read enough about it. He couldn't imagine it was half as efficient as they were now. Sitting up, he stretched his back enough for the spine to pop a few times, as the chair had made a mess of his posture. "Aye, I'd enjoy that." He didn't mention the possibility that there might not be a way back, but the thought never crossed his mind.

Before he had the chance to ask what a "gummi ship" was in particular, the intercom interrupted the room, the occupants listening to it for a quiet moment. He had no knowledge of who the voice was or many of the foods he had mentioned, but the promise of brunch seemed like a fleck of normality that would be appreciated. Through all the knowledge (or lack there of, resulting in his incurable confusion) he had gone through in mere hours, he had no mind to commit to thinking of such simple things as where everyone recieved their meals, or even if they did. Truthfully, he had never known of what went on inside asylums, and had never had the time to ask.

The offer of tea, no matter to who this Earl of Gray was, sounded promising. He watched the other patients look away from the source of the voice to shuffle out the room, flanked by nurses. "Would you care to continue this exchange over a meal, Kairi?"

Nodding as he stood up, he followed her off of the couch. "That is fine. We can hope to see one another then. I'm sure it is more important to correct your problems first." He could just use the opportunity to better familiarize himself with the hospital.

"Just fix what you can," he added as she took her leave. He followed the actions of the other patients being herded out of the sunny room, looking about him as they passed along hallways and identical-looking rooms.

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