Hmph. What a pitiful selection of literature here, just as it had been the last time von Karma had been in here. He would make certain to air this grievance to the administration, too. For now, he would settle on Dante's Divine Comedy. For this hellhole, the cantica Inferno seemed especially fitting.
As he placed his hand over the tattered volume, he felt an odd yet disquieting and familiar presence in the room, and the words "Abandon all hope..." suddenly flashed through his mind. Most likely, it was that blasted nurse scrutinizing him as she always did. He shrugged it off and shook his head, concentrating instead on removing the book from the shelf.
Just as it was almost completely in hand... Thwack! His body suddenly jerked, nearly causing him to drop the book. It was all he could do to restrain himself from cursing aloud. Then... the same booming voice he had thought he had heard while passing through the Sun Room just before brunch... it was now addressing him... or rather, by the name that he least desired to be called.
...No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be him of all people. This was little more than a prank at his expense. It had to be.
Book in hand -- and held up in a grip that suggested an impending attack -- von Karma spun around to face the bearded impostor who had visited him last week. "'Dr. Kant.' So very thoughtful of you to drop by again," he growled. "That drab outfit is a clever touch. I'd almost have mistaken you for one of the regular patients. You would belong here, after all. Tell me," he narrowed his eyes at the grinning buffoon, "just how exactly did you manage to hoodwink the nurse into bringing you past the lobby. Hmm?"
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As he placed his hand over the tattered volume, he felt an odd yet disquieting and familiar presence in the room, and the words "Abandon all hope..." suddenly flashed through his mind. Most likely, it was that blasted nurse scrutinizing him as she always did. He shrugged it off and shook his head, concentrating instead on removing the book from the shelf.
Just as it was almost completely in hand... Thwack! His body suddenly jerked, nearly causing him to drop the book. It was all he could do to restrain himself from cursing aloud. Then... the same booming voice he had thought he had heard while passing through the Sun Room just before brunch... it was now addressing him... or rather, by the name that he least desired to be called.
...No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be him of all people. This was little more than a prank at his expense. It had to be.
Book in hand -- and held up in a grip that suggested an impending attack -- von Karma spun around to face the bearded impostor who had visited him last week. "'Dr. Kant.' So very thoughtful of you to drop by again," he growled. "That drab outfit is a clever touch. I'd almost have mistaken you for one of the regular patients. You would belong here, after all. Tell me," he narrowed his eyes at the grinning buffoon, "just how exactly did you manage to hoodwink the nurse into bringing you past the lobby. Hmm?"