http://hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-04-27 05:40 pm
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Day 49: Early Afternoon - ????

The increase in the rain didn't bother Momo. Oh, she'd pay later when they were herded back into the buses for having spent so much time wandering around in it, but it didn't matter. The shinigami's mind was focused in the past as she walked away from the town proper. It was strange, a lone woman from the institute leaving the more supervised area to head into the residential sector in the southern part of town, but Momo had her reasons.

It was down this way that she'd drawn Signum to, her dear friend turned undead, that last trip. It was down this side street that they had faced each other upon the rooftops. It was upon the roof of this building (or was it the one next to it) where Momo had been forced to behead the knight to save both of their souls. And then the building had burned.

Except now, it was intact, looking as if fire hadn't touched it. It was possible the roof bore ashen scars, but not only was the shinigami incapable of getting up to the roof as things were right then, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure she was standing before the correct building. As she stared up at the roof, her unopened lunch from Tasty Burger still in hand (though cold now), what had she been expecting? To see the after images of Signum? To see that the daytime facade at least showed some sign that an honorable knight had met her end there?

Momo let out a heavy sigh and pushed her damp hair out of her face. So caught up in what was before her, what was in her mind, she never noticed that she had been tailed.
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[personal profile] witchoftruth 2010-05-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
... Healing? His injuries couldn't have been that severe, or he had the extreme fortune of being found by a person with medical training and the equipment to do so. Most people in Erika's position would have accepted that and moved on, but the detective wasn't quite sure. Healing. What an odd way to put it. She kept quiet though, letting Momo answer the man's question so it was out of the way.

But even Momo's answer provided some useful information, as Erika noted that the signs of "vandalism" were actually remnants of ... ah, so the town changed as well as the Institute? She would have to visit, sometime, to see for herself. And Momo had enough sense to ask for the man's name. Regardless, this was not Erika's style, having to wait her turn to speak (or wait at all, really).

Still, this man didn't truly answer her question, other than hinting that he was here to meet some patients. Erika tapped her chin, looking at him skeptically. If he wanted to meet them, that meant he had something to tell them, be it information, or a request, or something else entirely. It was worth risking his life and still risking his life for, as Erika doubted Doyleton was the safest place for one who was hunted down by Landel's minions last night. There was much she wanted to ask him, but she somehow doubted this man would be willing to share too much.

It would be boring if all the answers came easily though.

"Along with that, might I ask exactly what you were doing last night that landed you in trouble?" Erika added on. "Furudo Erika, by the way."

[identity profile] damned-rebel.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He was glad that these patients seemed to trust him enough to at least give him their names, though he also realized they could just be aliases. Not that it mattered too much in the end. Sure, he'd do his best to remember each name and face, but he didn't think he could be blamed for not being able to keep all of them straight.

As for the vice captain's search (and didn't she have a fancy title), he just sighed and shook his head. "This may not stop you from looking, but I'm pretty sure it's long gone by now. You know Landel. He just waves his magic wand and everything goes back to normal." It wasn't that he hadn't noticed the mild damage on his way here, but that had to be just for show.

"I'm Marc," he told the younger girl with a brief smile as he shifted slightly in his spot on the ground. It wasn't as if he wanted to be rendered immobile, but the easier he took it, the quicker he'd be back to normal.

"And I was trying to get a hold of the equipment I need for broadcasting. It's in the area around the institute somewhere, but Landel found me before I could get to it." And boy, had he paid for it.
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[personal profile] witchoftruth 2010-05-05 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Broadcasting equipment?" Erika repeated thoughtfully. That meant a couple of things: Either Jill was the only one with constant access to it, Marc was trying to obtain a more portable method, or perhaps he was intending to hijack the intercom for broadcasting. Their efforts would surely be more effective if it was done on the intercom, or some other wide spread device, other than the radios, which were only effective if the patient knew about them or was curious enough to try. Erika regretted that she was not curious enough.

There was the other piece of information, that the good doctor was able to track him down and injure him before he was able to get this equipment. There were no reports of anyone having seen the doctor, and with the sheer amount of patients, there had to be a good distribution of patients around the whole area. Of course, Erika wasn't naive enough to think that patients had free access to the entire Institute; there had to be places that would exceptionally difficult to reach, and the Head Doctor was most likely there. And so was Marc, if the two of them had crossed paths.

Most interesting! The detective nodded, letting Momo worry about things like his man's health. Although, it would be a disadvantage to her if he died before telling her what he could. As for what sort of fight occurred, Erika wouldn't be surprised if it was a firefight of some sort. Naturally, the detective wasn't even thinking of the idea that the fight could be anything more than typical Earth weaponry. Any claim of that would be cut down swiftly.

"I see. So, you infiltrated the Institute with the intent to recover broadcasting equipment, you were caught and injured by Landel, and escaped back outside. There, some patients found you and," She paused, "healed you before you came here to fully recover from your injuries. And to meet us." The recap was mostly to confirm what she was thinking, and to get a general timeline. Now, it was time for specifics.

"Where in the Institute is this place? It must be a place we can't reach, if the Doctor was guarding it. Or was he tracking you, and you were unlucky?" That was also a possibility, one Erika wished to dispel.

She paused again, and then gave a wry smile.

"If possible, I'd like to know what's so special about that equipment. It's obviously something that surpasses whatever Jill is using, or you simply need more of it."

[identity profile] damned-rebel.livejournal.com 2010-05-06 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Getting asked about his wounds took him by surprise, mainly because he figured that most of the patients were in the mindset that they worried only about themselves. It wasn't a bad view to have, considering the spot they were in. On the other hand, none of the people who had visited him today had come alone, which meant that they did understand teamwork to an extent. Still, the idea that anyone would view him as more than a way to get information was a bit surprising.

"I've got a few scratches, but nothing I won't get over with time." It was going to take a while, though. While he wished there was a way for him to get a hold of some first aid supplies, there was a good chance that this place would be a zombie stomping ground by the time night came, and he wasn't going to stick around for that. Which also meant not sticking around late enough to sneak into stores in search of supplies.

While Hinamori seemed worried for his health, the other girl was more like what he'd expected. She was piling him with questions, and he found himself just a little overwhelmed. He was here to explain, but she was kind of intense for someone her age, wasn't she?

"It wasn't in the building," he said with a shake of his head. "Jack had equipment that was rigged so he could broadcast without Landel being able to interfere or locate him -- a signal that couldn't be broken, in other words. It's stashed somewhere around the institute, but Landel caught my scent before I could find it." In the end, he managed to cover all of her questions without launching into a full-blown speech. She could always clarify if she wanted -- she didn't seem to be scared of doing so, from what he could gather.
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[personal profile] witchoftruth 2010-05-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Good questions, indeed. Erika was getting good answers out of them, her eyes lighting up in interest as Marc described the kind of equipment that this Jack had access to. A signal that could not be interfered with... and it was already outside. That meant two things: Landel had found it first, and had surprised Marc, or he did not permit Marc to find it in the first place. The second seemed foolish; why wouldn't the good doctor allow Marc to find it and attack when he did, so that he could destroy the broadcasting equipment. Marc said nothing about its destruction, and from the way he was speaking, it sounded like he had no idea where it was at all. Perhaps Landel was just too cautious... or, like Beatrice, he played his pieces illogically.

Doing so would make it easier to trap him, though. A small glance into Landel's tactics was appreciated, which was why Erika stayed silent for a little bit when Momo offered her lunch to him, as well as asking a good question of her own. Erika's annoyance was fading quickly; Momo was actually being quite clever with this conversation herself. < Good! > She was fine with letting Momo act as caretaker, as it left Erika time to think to herself.

"I see. You were outside from the start then," Erika nodded, making that correction. She seemed a little disappointed... mostly in herself, for getting a fact wrong. But no, she couldn't dwell on that, she had to keep moving forward. Their time was limited, after all. Which meant that she had to be careful about which questions to ask.

"... After you answer that, Marc-san, I would like to know about the method in which we patients are transferred back to the Institute upon morning. I have a feeling that the patients who leave the building are also affected," Erika asked, arms crossing in thought. She hadn't actually known anyone who did that, but fact was some patients did find him last night. And she had a feeling that they did not escape, unless the nurses were keeping quiet about it. But if it was so easy as simply being outside until morning, then no one would still be here.

[identity profile] damned-rebel.livejournal.com 2010-05-07 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
While he'd been doing his best to not think about how hungry he was, the offer of food was something he responded to enthusiastically. "Really?" he asked with a smile, snatching up the bag maybe a little too quickly. "Thanks a lot. It's probably better if I get some food in me, even if it is fast food." He wasn't going to be picky at this point, and so he fished out the burger and took a bite as he considered the other questions the girls had for him.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if he had video equipment," he admitted as he finished his first bite of food. "I haven't seen the stuff myself yet, but it's possible." He could let them know, in any case. Or maybe it was better to keep that information to himself, if only so that Landel didn't find out -- provided that he didn't already know.

And it was no surprise that Erika wanted to know how everyone got pulled back into their rooms each morning. That probably had to be one of the most frustrating parts of being a patient in this place. He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. "I wish I knew. It's probably not technology, though, since that would require having a certain field in which it worked. Which makes me think he's just got a power that can do it." That was all speculation, though, and something that could probably be figured out easily enough by a patient.

[identity profile] damned-rebel.livejournal.com 2010-05-11 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
As Hinamori gave her explanation to Erika (who, strangely enough, had to be pretty new -- maybe that was why she had so many questions), he worked on the meal, getting through the burger in record speed. There were some french fries too, but they were already cold. While that would have put him off in other situations, he knew that there was no telling when he would get his next meal. He had to make the best of this situation, and so he started to eat them one-by-one, ignoring the rubbery texture.

When the girl turned back to him with another question (one he was surprised he hadn't been asked more frequently), he sighed and shrugged. "Well, not really. I met him once, but it was a pretty brief thing. We weren't buds, if that's what you mean. I... think Jill knows him better."

He hadn't really been able to talk to her very much either, but he could only imagine how broken up she'd been about Jack's death. Still, they had to keep trudging on without him. He knew he was no replacement, but he was going to do his best nonetheless. Jack (or Alec, as the case might be) had been a quirky type, that was for sure. He, on the other hand, was going to be straight-forward once he got his hands on the broadcasting equipment.