DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

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Where was Blitzwing?

Lugnut ignored the nurse's fussing over his foot, even as it howled objections to his ill treatment of it the night before, pounding through the town in search of his wingmate, reportedly helpless and injured by an attack the night before-- and not finding him, not seeing even a glimpse of his crazy triple-changing ally.

Snarling at the nurse, but restraining himself from shows of violence-- Blitzwing would mock him if he showed up drugged already, and he would be useless to Megatron like that--he made his way impatiently to the cafeteria, stopping for just long enough to post an urgent notice on the board.

Where was he?

Looming in the middle of the cafeteria, he took the tray the nurse handed him (filled with disgusting human fuel, didn't she know he didn't have time to eat, not when his wingmate was missing?) and ignored it, watching for Blitzwing, where was he?

He refused to think about what might have happened to a wheelchair-bound, drugged, incapacitated warrior, with the swarms of monsters flooding around him, clawing and biting...

[for Scourge]

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[should-be-dead.livejournal.com]

The food itself aside, Tenzen heavily disapproved of these Western eating-utensils. Not only were they not as hygienic as chopsticks, but it's flimsy material made the task of cutting up his meal even irritating; he had already successfully managed to bend his fork in the attempt.

He had been in the middle of his breakfast when a nurse brought another patient, who was apparently to sit next to him. The staff almost seemed allergic to patients sitting by themselves, the ninja noted.

"Good morning," Tenzen said in return, sparing the man in question a glance.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

The greeting was met with a nod and another wary glance. It would probably be a good idea to do that, so after a few more bites SubZero paused long enough to get out his introduction. "I'm SubZero." It was entirely possible the guy was a potential ally, although he didn't really want to go inviting strangers into the nice little group he had going, it seemed like HK was going to be less available.

Haku was a good option, but they'd need four eventually. Although with Landel possibly out of the picture the basement might not be as important. Or perhaps that made it even more important to get down there and check out the situation.

[should-be-dead.livejournal.com]

SubZero? Some of these individuals certainly had strange names, but the ninja refrained from commenting on it. Instead, he nodded. "I am Yakushiji Tenzen," he offered back.

"That had certainly been a curious announcement this morning," he commented after a pause, almost casually. "Wouldn't you agree, SubZero-san?" There was little chance other patients knew much more than he did, the ninja realized. At the very least it was a more interesting subject for conversation than any sort of nonsense.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

Great, he was Japanese. SubZero had nothing against them really, aside from the fact that ninja were Japanese. Considering his luck in this place, he had to guess there was at least some chance he was having breakfast with a ninja.

"No need to call me SubZero-san. Just SubZero. And yeah, it was interesting... sounds like a machine replaced the head target," SubZero remarked. Although that made his goal a little more confusing now, the basement still seemed like a good option. They'd already invested a lot in getting down there, so there was no need to stop now.

[should-be-dead.livejournal.com]

"Very well," Tenzen merely responded. Even if the lack of honorifics was considered to be rude, it wouldn't be the first time he referred to people without them; the Kouga hardly deserved any respect for that matter. Also, there was a lack of a last name to call the other man by. Well, it was of no concern; pleasantries were hardly on the list of priorities for the Iga ninja.

"As inhuman as the announcement had sounded, do you mean to say these sorts of contraptions are able to speak on their own?" the ninja commented, unable to completely keep the skepticism out of his voice.

He imagined the 'machine' - whatever it could possibly be - SubZero referred to was some futuristic contraption such as the 'intercom'. Admittedly the voice sounded monotone, and he knew little about these sorts of things (to his own frustration, as it placed him at a clear disadvantage compared to both other patients and the enemy), but to think the voice would come from an inanimate object was ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as the whole situation to begin with.

"Either way, it would seem the enemy is not alone."

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, one of the other 'patients' I work with was a machine before he got here. At this point I've decided to stop trying to sort out what's going on behind the curtain, aside from figuring out who I need to kill to get out of here. After dealing with the thunder god and that damn sorcerer this sort of thing isn't that strange," SubZero commented, taking a few more bites of his breakfast.

"You get used to it after a while, too. For the most part," There were some things here that he wasn't going to get used to, and really didn't want to. The sooner they could all get out of here the better, SubZero did not like whatever changes seemed to be happening to the institute.