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Day 43: Chapel
And just like that, the disorienting feeling of blacking out just to wake up in an unfamiliar bed came again. Alkaid had wondered if it would - everything about last night had been different, all the way from the zombies to the eerie emptiness of the Institute to the strange broadcast at the end of the night. Had the Head Doctor been shot? Damn, someone had gotten to it before her. And who was the voice at the end there? It was like she'd been allowed access to some kind of strange mystery that she could not understand, one that had been going on for a long time before she had arrived and would be going on for quite a while in the future, after she was gone. Had these strange sets of circumstances been bugs in this place's programming? Who could say?
The morning's intercom greeting was strange, as well. Federal training whatsit? It didn't seem like this happened very often, from the sound of it, but so much had happened since the last day she remembered that the former Demon Palace Emperor was ready to take pretty much anything at face value.
The room she woke up in was still empty. Wondering where to stick the half-cracked bat that she'd picked up last night, she shoved it under the mattress hastily when she heard footsteps in the hall.
The stupid nurse was the same as ever, though. Some things never changed. "Ahh, good morning, Eileen. It's so nice to see you awake."
Alkaid rolled her eyes at the nurse's chuckle, and shook her head. She didn't care that the NPC thought it was nice, she just wanted to see the rest of the institute already.. see what had changed! "Yeah, it's fantastic. Whatever! Just take me where I'm going and be done with it!"
It was just then that she realized that she was not wanting to devour the flesh of the nurse in front of her. And that the pain on her arm had kind of abated - she couldn't see through the thick bandages they had covered her arm with, but she wondered if her skin was still rotting off like a zombie. Had they somehow cured her infection overnight? Or was the nurse not human, like Alkaid had always thought?
There was only one thing for it: she had to go somewhere else.
"Chapel, sun room, or cafeteria, then?"
"Does it look like I care?"
The nurse sighed, then started walking Alkaid down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to the chapel. No one here yet, huh? That was weird. She couldn't imagine that no one else'd show up, but who could say? This place had been turned on its ass.
The chapel was empty so far, and kind of nondescript. She shooed the nurse away, and stood in the middle of the space between the pews, standing akimbo. What would happen today? What would she learn about herself... her situation? How long had she been sleeping? Was she really still going freaking undead, or had that been somehow taken care of?
All this would come to light really soon. She hoped. Geez, too many mysteries!!
[unwittingly awaiting Haseo]
The morning's intercom greeting was strange, as well. Federal training whatsit? It didn't seem like this happened very often, from the sound of it, but so much had happened since the last day she remembered that the former Demon Palace Emperor was ready to take pretty much anything at face value.
The room she woke up in was still empty. Wondering where to stick the half-cracked bat that she'd picked up last night, she shoved it under the mattress hastily when she heard footsteps in the hall.
The stupid nurse was the same as ever, though. Some things never changed. "Ahh, good morning, Eileen. It's so nice to see you awake."
Alkaid rolled her eyes at the nurse's chuckle, and shook her head. She didn't care that the NPC thought it was nice, she just wanted to see the rest of the institute already.. see what had changed! "Yeah, it's fantastic. Whatever! Just take me where I'm going and be done with it!"
It was just then that she realized that she was not wanting to devour the flesh of the nurse in front of her. And that the pain on her arm had kind of abated - she couldn't see through the thick bandages they had covered her arm with, but she wondered if her skin was still rotting off like a zombie. Had they somehow cured her infection overnight? Or was the nurse not human, like Alkaid had always thought?
There was only one thing for it: she had to go somewhere else.
"Chapel, sun room, or cafeteria, then?"
"Does it look like I care?"
The nurse sighed, then started walking Alkaid down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to the chapel. No one here yet, huh? That was weird. She couldn't imagine that no one else'd show up, but who could say? This place had been turned on its ass.
The chapel was empty so far, and kind of nondescript. She shooed the nurse away, and stood in the middle of the space between the pews, standing akimbo. What would happen today? What would she learn about herself... her situation? How long had she been sleeping? Was she really still going freaking undead, or had that been somehow taken care of?
All this would come to light really soon. She hoped. Geez, too many mysteries!!
[unwittingly awaiting Haseo]
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At first, Callisto only glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. The fact that he didn't look disheartened like many of the patients currently in this room was redeeming, but then he could simply be new. There'd been a fresh batch of playthings for the head doctor brought in this morning, if she was correct. There was really only so many of them worth keeping track of.
"What are you looking at," she muttered after a moment of two, her tone more light-hearted than one might expect.
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"Your posture," Sebastian replied politely. His tone remained even, but colored by the good humor that'd struck him this morning.
"It's rather provocative."
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That was a lie. It had been perfectly comfortable. She just didn't care for staring. The former warlord dropped her leg, then pulled both up in front of her on the seat and adjusted her position until they fit better. "I'd hate to detract your attention from prayer." She smirked. "Isn't that a sin or something?"
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"In the eyes of purists, perhaps. Though, even the most devout of worshippers would find that God's influence does not, unfortunately, extend to forbidding the human's power of observation."
Lowering his eyes, Sebastian then redirected him them to the front of the chapel.
"After all-- I imagine it would be quite tiresome for the Holy Father himself to expend his energy correcting the habits of wayward churchgoers."
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Shame most of them were such boring wusses when it all came down to it.
Glancing over at him again, she raised an eyebrow. "You'll have to forgive me for saying this," though she could care less if he did, "but you don't strike me right off as being a pious man." Not with a smile like that.
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Sebastian's eyes remained fixed, but something about them softened.
Or was it sharpened?
"I am quite the pious man indeed--but to my God of choice."