damned_institute | DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

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...

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Juri considered her answer while popping round sugary pieces of cereal into her mouth. "I hadn't seen any dead people before last night. If that happened every night, this place would stink even during the day." She pinched her nose. "They smelled awful. But there are creatures, monsters some might say, all over at night. I've only seen one of those, but sometimes you can hear fights going on in other places even if you don't see them."

That was something she'd tried to ignore the previous nights. Her willful ignorance hadn't done her any good. She was still stuck here with all these strangers, except for the Rose Bride and the dueling champion. Those two wouldn't have been her first choice of familiar faces, but at least Utena could be spoken to like a reasonable human being. The Bride was hopeless, a soulless puppet of End-of-the-World.

She sighed. "I wish I could tell you something more useful other than keep your eyes open and trust your fellow prisoners more than the staff."

"Monsters, eh?" Kuukaku said, propping up her leg while leaving the other dangling. "Tell me, they got skull-like masks?" If so, it'd be a Hollow.

At least it seemed she wasn't in Soul Society anymore. World of the living, then? No one seemed to have a problem with seeing her, though, so whoever brought her here must've stuck her in one of those Gigai.

This place sounded like trouble, alright. Good. She loved trouble.

"I don't think so. The thing I saw was tall, almost like a man, but very strong. It looked bestial, not like a skull." She knew perfectly well how to observe, when she decided. For example, today people seemed agitated, probably by the weird intercom news. But she knew that others would be better at solving that than she would. She could talk though, like she was doing now.

"People tend to keep in groups at night. That night, I didn't have any weapons so the boys I was with tried to fight it."

No Hollow then. Kuukaku wasn't a Shinigami, so fighting Hollows wasn't exactly her field. That didn't mean she was going to act like some cowardly shitface, though.

"Tried to, huh?" she said. "Did they defeat it?"

"I don't think so. Frey was hurt, though." Juri didn't like thinking about it very much, now that she had to. "The night ended. You were here last night? If so, then you know how abrupt that can be. One moment on your feet, running, fighting or talking. The next, you're in bed." And Dr. Landel or Nurse Lydia telling them more lies. She picked up a few more pieces of cereal to eat. She threw one, a hardly noticeable speck, toward the back of one of the nearby nurses. "The constant diet of lies around here gets annoying."

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