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Day 46: Lunch
The mere fact that she'd been susceptible to whatever hold the Institute had had on her yesterday was sufficient to leave Ayumu both upset and angry - no, not angry, downright furious, both at herself and whoever was responsible for that. But there was also the fact that because of it, she'd lost out on an entire day of work, and in several ways had ruined some of what she'd done already. That little conversation with Himura the day before, for instance, was something she'd sincerely prefer not to remember if she'd had any choice in the matter.
Unless the man was a complete moron, which, unfortunately, was one thing she couldn't believe of him, he had to have realized just who her brother was. After all the effort to keep that fact quiet (not exactly a secret, but certainly not advertised; half the Shinsengumi probably never even realized it because there was no reason to) she'd gone and chatted about it with him. Told him all about it, practically painted a bright target around a weakness that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
She'd spent the shift in the Sun Room pretending to sleep, while in truth forcing herself into calm. After years of practice she could shunt away the useless and distracting emotions, focusing only on what was important and needed to be at the forefront of her mind, and by the time the intercom signaled the lunch period she was feeling considerably calmer. The time to silently observe others had, as well, alerted her to something she probably should have noticed earlier: Mello was back. Would her previous objective be reinstated now? He seemed to have far less of a bulletin presence this time, so perhaps not. Still, though, it bore investigating.
None of her thoughts were visible, of course, as she moved through the line, examining the lunch selection somewhat dubiously. Now with the benefit of Yuuko's memories she might recognize the food, but she certainly didn't share the enthusiasm for it that her imaginary self apparently had. Ayumu skipped past that part and settled for the salad bar and some bread, then positioned herself in a place where she could watch both the door and the rest of the room, setting her journal open in front of herself as though planning to write something. There was far too much that she'd missed, too much work to do now.
[for Okita]
Unless the man was a complete moron, which, unfortunately, was one thing she couldn't believe of him, he had to have realized just who her brother was. After all the effort to keep that fact quiet (not exactly a secret, but certainly not advertised; half the Shinsengumi probably never even realized it because there was no reason to) she'd gone and chatted about it with him. Told him all about it, practically painted a bright target around a weakness that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
She'd spent the shift in the Sun Room pretending to sleep, while in truth forcing herself into calm. After years of practice she could shunt away the useless and distracting emotions, focusing only on what was important and needed to be at the forefront of her mind, and by the time the intercom signaled the lunch period she was feeling considerably calmer. The time to silently observe others had, as well, alerted her to something she probably should have noticed earlier: Mello was back. Would her previous objective be reinstated now? He seemed to have far less of a bulletin presence this time, so perhaps not. Still, though, it bore investigating.
None of her thoughts were visible, of course, as she moved through the line, examining the lunch selection somewhat dubiously. Now with the benefit of Yuuko's memories she might recognize the food, but she certainly didn't share the enthusiasm for it that her imaginary self apparently had. Ayumu skipped past that part and settled for the salad bar and some bread, then positioned herself in a place where she could watch both the door and the rest of the room, setting her journal open in front of herself as though planning to write something. There was far too much that she'd missed, too much work to do now.
[for Okita]
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Ratchet couldn't see the appeal. He caught a peculiar odor from it when he inhaled, but couldn't analyze it the way he normally could. It likely wouldn't have made a difference--he didn't have many organic compounds in his repertoire. It wasn't precisely unpleasant, but he didn't know what to make of it. Best to steer clear.
Liquids were familiar enough, so Ratchet contented himself with sipping the water. It was flavorless, which suited him just fine, and while it seemed strange to take in water on purpose he supposed it couldn't do him much harm at the moment.
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Well, the day was about half over by now. Just had to grab some fuel, suffer through one more shift, then get things straightened out with HK. The bounty hunter grabbed some food and juice and started looking for a place to sit down. Before he could make up his mind, his nurse pushed him towards some old relic. Apparently he was a newbie.
Lockdown grumbled to himself as he sat down with the old meatbag. He was drinking nothing but water, which Lockdown couldn't help but find strange. He thought all humans liked to eat.
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Glancing up at his new annoyance (or acquaintance, Ratchet always got the two confused), he caught sight of some very familiar facial markings and promptly choked on his water. One lively and embarrassing autonomous response later he was able to breathe again, though he'd lost his chance to slip off to another table quietly. Stupid meatbuckets and their obsession with oxygen! It wasn't like he'd have died right away.
He studied the human again in his peripheral vision. It had to be some sort of mistake. A coincidence, or a trick of the light. Maybe he had a corrupted memory file. Yes, that must have been it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen things that weren't there, after all.
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"Meatbags, predictable as ever," He mused to himself.
He looked down at his food, about to decide what to eat first, when his optics caught something. Looking at the human's arm, he noticed a bad scar on it. Hm, kinda reminded him of that one Autobot with the EMP... wait a nanoklik. The bounty hunter looked up at the human again and now noticed a scar across his left human-optic. Right about where he'd punched out... No, it couldn't be.
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"You." Simulation or not (and Ratchet was having doubts about that), Lockdown rated very, very low on the list of people he wanted to see.
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When his question on the board had been answered with "pretty with twinkly lights", that had narrowed it down a little. All of Prime's crew had lights on their vehicle modes. First Prowl and now the old medibot. Were there any other Autobots here that Lockdown didn't know about?
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He glanced at his glass. The rim had been ground smooth, but if he could break a piece off of it would it be sharp enough to pierce an organic...?
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He'd seen the old relic look at his glass and growled, "Don't even think about it."
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At Lockdown's warning Ratchet abandoned the glass idea, though it hadn't been much of an option to start with. "Look, I was sitting here first, so what do you want?"
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Normally Lockdown would have been smug and sardonic in the presence of a mech he'd hurt and taken mods off of, but right now was different. This old bot had helped not one, but two quaries get away, taken back that sweet EMP generator, and humiliated him.
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"Speaking of which," he added, "I gotta say, the organic look is an improvement for you." Maybe it wasn't in his best interests to antagonize Lockdown like this, but today had been too confusing not to take it out on someone.
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He scowled at the other comment, but then smirked and said, "Same t'you. Then again, not like there wasn't much to improve on."
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"Well, at least all my parts matched," he said, raising and optic ridge and trying to ignore how the scar pulled at the surrounding hide.
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Leaning back smuggly, the bounty hunter asked, "You done now?"
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