The immediate transition from night to day was always startling, even once it became part of the routine. This morning was different only in that the shock was all the greater: Homura had been about to sheathe his weapons (so much as the provided clothing would allow) in preparation for the climb when he found himself laying in bed. Between the adrenaline he still felt from fighting the undead, and the total lack of warning that the intercom usually provided, Homura couldn't hold back a gasp as he sat up. Being taken so suddenly from the battlefield only put him more on edge, and it took several long moments for the demi-god to calm himself.
The routine made it easier; as he became aware of the shift, Homura fell into motions not unlike those he followed any other morning. He immediately sought out the weapons he had carried, knowing that those things patients had on them at the end of night usually remained. However, Homura only found the knife when he searched. Apparently the opportunity to raid the town inbetween shambling waves of the undead wasn't quite the grab-it-all spree it had initially appeared to be.
Still, Homura wasn't going to complain when weapons were so hard to come by, particularly those with blades. Hiding the knife before his nurse arrived, he went briefly to the Sun Room. It was unsurprising to see the flurry of activity on the bulletin after the previous day. And it seemed that new patients had arrived as well, adding to the activity. He left a few notes of his own behind, then headed upstairs to the Chapel. It seemed appropriate, given that apparently, a man with the arrogance of the gods had fallen last night.
Entering the largely quiet room, Homura took a seat near the doors. He saw Nataku talking to an unfamiliar person, and briefly wondered just what had made the boy come here. Perhaps if he had the chance, Homura would find his fellow demi-god to ask later. For the moment, however, he had a previous engagement: the self-proclaimed soldier, if he remembered right. Taura's patience seemed a bit tried over the bulletin. Homura would see just how true that was once they met in person.
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The routine made it easier; as he became aware of the shift, Homura fell into motions not unlike those he followed any other morning. He immediately sought out the weapons he had carried, knowing that those things patients had on them at the end of night usually remained. However, Homura only found the knife when he searched. Apparently the opportunity to raid the town inbetween shambling waves of the undead wasn't quite the grab-it-all spree it had initially appeared to be.
Still, Homura wasn't going to complain when weapons were so hard to come by, particularly those with blades. Hiding the knife before his nurse arrived, he went briefly to the Sun Room. It was unsurprising to see the flurry of activity on the bulletin after the previous day. And it seemed that new patients had arrived as well, adding to the activity. He left a few notes of his own behind, then headed upstairs to the Chapel. It seemed appropriate, given that apparently, a man with the arrogance of the gods had fallen last night.
Entering the largely quiet room, Homura took a seat near the doors. He saw Nataku talking to an unfamiliar person, and briefly wondered just what had made the boy come here. Perhaps if he had the chance, Homura would find his fellow demi-god to ask later. For the moment, however, he had a previous engagement: the self-proclaimed soldier, if he remembered right. Taura's patience seemed a bit tried over the bulletin. Homura would see just how true that was once they met in person.
[Closed to Taura]