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damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
ryuuzaki) wrote in damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
Entry tags:
- abe sapien,
- alfred,
- allelujah,
- argilla,
- asch,
- brainiac 5,
- edward cullen,
- faize,
- harley,
- howl,
- l,
- leonard,
- lockdown,
- lunge,
- meche,
- mele,
- peter petrelli,
- pied piper,
- porky,
- rolo,
- scar (tlk),
- schuldig,
- sechs,
- sho,
- suzaku,
- sylar,
- tenpou,
- tenzen,
- teresa,
- the flash,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- venom,
- yue,
- zex
Day 44: Arts and Crafts Room, 4th Shift
The day had been slow for L so far, slower than he required: the events of the previous night were traumatic, but they did not outweigh his need for information and a useful way in which to apply whatever he might learn.
When the nurse shepherded him from the cafeteria, through the Sun Room, and over towards the door of the Arts and Crafts Room, he experienced a small internal wince: this was the room where it had happened the night before. Unpleasant, yes, but likely to be irrelevant in terms of my own welfare, except in terms of what I can learn from it, he reminded himself.
He had the impression that he could avoid the room if he wanted to, but there were several convincing reasons to push past his reluctance: his meeting with Lunge was necessary, the opportunity to see the room in more usual circumstances might be valuable, and he did not want the staff to see that he had been affected. He wasn't sure how they were tied to the events of the previous night, but the buzz of information around the Institute suggested some kind of strong connection.
As he stepped into the room, feet feeling imprisoned in the slippers that the staff kept insisting that he wear, he avoided the area where he had collapsed. Instead, he turned to the right and proceeded as far into the room as he could, then left, then took a seat in the back corner.
If the nurses pressed him to be more creative, he would take up painting. However, he expected to express his creativity in other ways.
[For Lunge.]
When the nurse shepherded him from the cafeteria, through the Sun Room, and over towards the door of the Arts and Crafts Room, he experienced a small internal wince: this was the room where it had happened the night before. Unpleasant, yes, but likely to be irrelevant in terms of my own welfare, except in terms of what I can learn from it, he reminded himself.
He had the impression that he could avoid the room if he wanted to, but there were several convincing reasons to push past his reluctance: his meeting with Lunge was necessary, the opportunity to see the room in more usual circumstances might be valuable, and he did not want the staff to see that he had been affected. He wasn't sure how they were tied to the events of the previous night, but the buzz of information around the Institute suggested some kind of strong connection.
As he stepped into the room, feet feeling imprisoned in the slippers that the staff kept insisting that he wear, he avoided the area where he had collapsed. Instead, he turned to the right and proceeded as far into the room as he could, then left, then took a seat in the back corner.
If the nurses pressed him to be more creative, he would take up painting. However, he expected to express his creativity in other ways.
[For Lunge.]
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The last few crucial pages that detailed how to turn people into bombs.
"I'm not sure," Sylar finally answered as he continued staring at the markings. He absentmindedly traced his finger in a circle around one of them. He paused, then looked up at the kid. "See, part of my ability... is to pick up the powers of other people if I spend enough time with them – it's not as reliable as it used to be," he added hastily, as a necessary disclaimer, "but I did manage to get a power from a guy I used to know. That night, though, he... died. Monsters. I couldn't save him."
His brow creased in an apparent show of remorse; in truth, it was out of frustration.
"I know it has something to do with a practice called 'alchemy', but other than that?" He smiled wryly. "I have no idea. I haven't found anyone who could help me."
Who would help me.
Maybe the kid was useless after all if he couldn't tell him a damn thing. But... Sylar was here, and he was stuck in his seat. He'd might as well make the most of it.
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Acquiring powers from the people around him? Faize had never heard of such an ability.
"Alchemy... you say?" That certainly rekindled Faize's interest. "Actually, I happen to know a few things about that field as well." He was being somewhat modest, seeing as some would consider him an expert on the subject.
Thinking of the symbols in terms of alchemy rather than symbology, they made a little more sense. "I see... so this is related to the alchemy of another world," he mused with his gaze fixed on the pages once again. "I'm afraid it may be impossible to accurately decipher the symbols used by a foreign civilization. Though I can guess at their basic meanings, I can't quite imagine what their uses could be."
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He chuckled outwardly. "I'll take that over nothing!" he said quite sincerely, pushing the paper forward again. Besides, he already knew what the 'use' was; he just didn't know how to implement it. He made eye contact with Faize and nodded his approval.
"Just tell me what you know."
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"The sun and the moon in particular tend to be used to refer to two opposing concepts. To some, the sun represents that which is physical, while the moon represents that which is spiritual. For others, they correspond to particular materials and elements, such as gold and silver, or sulfur and mercury. With the two symbols appearing together, they may embody the idea of duality." Faize knew he could ramble a bit when it came to subjects like this, so he made a conscious effort to keep his explanation short enough to avoid overwhelming or even boring the man.
When he finished, he gave Zach a small, sheepish smile. "I'm not sure how much of this may be relevant to these drawings, however."
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"I'm not sure either," he said in a mutter. He knew he should have been expressing more appreciation for Faize's help, but it was hard to act cheerful when he kept on running up against dead ends. He glanced up. "Do you know if it could have anything to do with... explosions? My friend, he... apparently could make them somehow."
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"Mercury and sulfur can both be used in the manufacture of explosives, however... not knowing whether that is even the intended meaning of those symbols, it is difficult to say whether or not that connection is meaningful..."
The intercom sounded as Faize trailed off. Nurses began making their way around the room, leading patients away.
"It seems we're out of time. I will think on this some more, and I'll tell you if something comes to me." With a light sigh, he added, "It would be ideal if we could find and ask someone who comes from the same world as your friend did, though."
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Of course, it was right as they were about to make some actual progress that the intercom jingle came on. Sylar nearly winced at the sound of it, and he did wince when he saw Wally and Peter standing up from the nearby table.
But he glanced back to to the kid, trying to cover up his frustration (and the fact that he was ducking his head) with a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Faize. It really means a lot to me. And..." he paused before letting out a breath and looking away, averting his eyes from the rest of the room. "You know, I tried that, but... I think they're a secretive bunch. They didn't help me much."
He shrugged, then met Faize's eyes again with a good-natured grin and a soft chuckle.
"Besides, I'm sure you and I can figure something out, right?"