Day 44: Women's Showers (2nd Shift)

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The sting of the water on Momo's wounds reminded her exactly where each and every burn was. Between that and the clear plastic wrapping the nurse placed around the long cut up her arm to her shoulder, she decided as little time in the actual spray would be wise. Sitting on a stool out of the direct stream, she went about scrubbing the grit and grime.

It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.

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"Pathetic," Teresa replied. "You can't even pick up the scent of youma anymore. There's been one in this room with us until just a few moments ago." She met Ophelia's eyes. "She just left. That makes it a minimum of four - three males and a female." Probably more.

Turning back to the dispensers, the Number One took care of her hair. "Perhaps you've found other things to interest you besides the youma..."

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"Like I said, I don't know what you think you sense, but it certainly isn't yoma," Ophelia answered back with a very annoyed "che" sound. "None of their patterns are present. There haven't been any bodies with guts consumed around, and no sightings of anything resembling them at night by any other patients." No real ones, anyway. "I may lack that sense right now, but I'm not an idiot. I know when yoma are around and when they aren't."

She flashed the Number One another glare at the insinuation. "What, like an interest in taking down the person responsible for all this, then taking back my powers so that I might go on fighting the yoma and the awakened? If that's what you mean, then yes, perhaps I have."

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Teresa was silent for a long moment, thinking over Ophelia's words. Considering the other hybrid was half-awakened, there was a distinct possibility that she was actually covering for the youma, or allying with them. But no, she hadn't picked up the youma scent on her. Except with her senses being reduced, she wasn't sure she'd be able to detect it through the pulsing youki of a half-awakened.

Taking back her powers, she had said. Which powers would those be?

"I see," Teresa replied. "You doubt me. So, tell me, Ophelia, did you awaken before or after arriving here?"

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Ophelia had started to turn away in slightly smug triumph at the Number One's silence. If that nonsense was over with, she was going to get on with her shower and then move on to more important things. It didn't take long for that slight sense of satisfaction to get blasted out of the water, however.

No. She didn't just-- Damn bitch!

The Number Four spun around on her heels, a snarl on her face. "Neither. Nothing happened," she hissed through her teeth. She meant what she said; as far as she was concerned, that thing she had become on that night had been all Landel's fault, not hers. It didn't count. It didn't happen. It didn't!

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Ah. Even Ophelia knew there was truth to Teresa's statement. Any warrior of the Organization would have either challenged her over the accusation or coldly brushed it off. Ophelia did neither, so she knew the former Number One knew.

"Is that so..." A smug, knowing little smile on her face. "Been fancying a change in your diet recently by avoiding certain foods? Where have your fantasies been leading you?" A chuckle. "I see now why the youma have been allowed to live."

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Hands shot out at Teresa's shoulders violently, pushing the other hybrid up against the cold, wet tile. "If there were real yoma here, I would take down every filthy last one before the day was out," Ophelia spoke with venomous finality. 

Shoving the Number One out of her grip, the Number Four quickly rinsed out her hair and stalked out of the shower without another word. 

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Teresa sensed the attack just before Ophelia executed it. Knowing where it was aimed, she did not resist when the other warrior shoved her against the tile. Ah, she was so easy to bait...

With a chuckle and her trademark smile, she let Ophelia say her peace and move to stalk out. "Then I believe you have your work cut out for you. I look forward to seeing the results, child."

Lazily, the former Number One took her time finishing her shower in the company of her own thoughts.