http://thecamellia.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thecamellia.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-03-06 02:29 am (UTC)

So Ranulf was probably like a lot of the others, a fighter of some kind, someone experienced in the darker side of life. From the way he sounded, he knew what he was talking about.

But an advanced upgrade, huh? Tsubaki glanced back at Ranulf. It made their situation sound like an ambitious video game gone bad, but she thought it was a fair assessment. For a rotten soul to be able to do this, it would take a great deal of power… the kind a kishin could call on. And here the prisoners were, each drawn in by that power for whatever purpose the Head Doctor, the man seemingly behind it all, had in mind. No matter what kind of world they came from, evil was still a part of them. In a way, it linked she and Ranulf together.

There wasn’t any more that Tsubaki could add in response to his words; the truth of the matter was what it was. After a moment of silence, she thought about broaching another subject, but before she could, he spoke up again. “Of course, yes,” Tsubaki was quick to say. She’d been going to mention it herself, as there was still so much he’d need to get used to. She wanted to know he was going to be all right in that regard. It was one more friendly face, right? “I can track you down, and you can ask the nurses for Miyu--that‘s what they call me. Plus there’s a lounge I’m sure your nurse will mention, the Sun Room. It has a bulletin board where the prisoners put up notes for each other. I’m always keeping an eye on it. If you need me, I‘ll find you.” She smiled at him, the brightest yet, to give him some heart.

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