Day 22: Brunch

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Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.

Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.

Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.

He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.

He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.

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[never-learns.livejournal.com]

Magic? "It... magic doesn't..." He bit his words off sharply because really, who in their right minds would believe in telepaths and monsters and demon ressurections if they hadn't been through what Weiss had been through? But that wasn't magic, not really. Probably. "It wasn't magic," he said finally. "It was science. Mutations of DNA and experiments and cloning. I've never seen magic. No-one I know on Earth has."

It would be so easy to deny that magic existed, but what he had just seen...

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Such a similar reaction to Ed's. Something about the word 'magic' just seemed to bother people, as if it were necessarily excluded from reality- whatever there was in the world, wasn't magic. She considered just making up a new word for it, but the idea offended her sensibilities. Belkan magic was older than Yohji's civilization. She was older than his civilization. The word would remain.

"No one on Earth is supposed to." She felt tired. Was it not being able to put this together? "What I call magic is purposefully engineered and well-explained by scientifically derived principles. Whatever you call it, however it is created a power beyond the physical body's has to have a source. They should have that in common." And that was why her not knowing, the Administration Bureau not knowing about the incidents he described was impossible.

And at Landel's the impossible was disturbing rather than easily dismissed.