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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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...Eventually.
Well, if he didn't want to figure out how Landel had gotten into his head. "How many ways do you think Landel is being imagined getting killed by now?" Mele picked up her pen, then put it down again. "Must be hundreds, hm?" Her glance flickered to the other prisoners arrayed all around the room.
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"A list? In case the first couple of methods don't work?" Mele asked without sarcasm or irony, leaning against the table even while she finished looking around—Landel had said there were new people, but it hadn't occurred to her until now—nope, no Rio. Swallowing her disappointment (relief?), Mele turned back, "How many do you have so far?"
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... And had taken that literally. Not that Tobias hadn't killed before-- he'd killed more than he cared to think about, from the intimate killing of biting through someone's throat to the time he'd caused the extinction of the dinosaurs-- but... never another human, not when he wasn't in the middle of fighting for his life.
But if it had been Visser 3 up there, laughing at them, would he hesitate?
"... I hadn't really thought about it," he said, quietly, "but I can think of at least three or four ways off the top of my head." Wait, he'd been in Andalite morph last night, hadn't he? He'd just assumed he could only morph back to human, at night, but he'd have to see if he could do it again. If so, that was another way to kill the bastard: tailblade decapitation. "More, if I can get my hands on weapons."
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"Weapons is a problem, isn't it?" she said idly, poking at the...thing. Pizza, Airi's memory supplied.
...Why did she still have Airi's memory.
Later. She'd think about that later.
"How many is it if weapons aren't a problem?" Not paying too much attention to what she'd said, Mele tried to pick up the pizza again. There was a way to eat this without it getting on her hands, she just had to remember it and she really missed her gloves. "I'm Mele, by the way," she added, peeking over at him to see how he was managing to hold the blasted food.