http://repelling.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] repelling.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-08-15 02:56 am (UTC)

For once, his attitude had not been intended against the other person. Uryuu wasn't about to explain himself--let Mason think what he would--but it had been directed more to the situation, to the shoddy facade. His response to the defensive reprimand was very nearly nothing; very nearly, as almost imperceptibly, his eyebrows lifted.

Perhaps an Earth of a very, very different time, which failed to explain the how very late-twentieth century everything seemed. In any case, he agreed with Mason's assessment (though it wasn't a difficult or unique one to come by), musing at the irony that he had, after all, wound up in a laboratory, under the eyes of possibly mad scientists. Though, Kurotsuchi Mayuri and his observational bacteria might have claimed to have beaten "Landel" to it. He quickly put that from mind. His features soured with the fleeting thought. It wasn't something he wanted to consider, especially as he couldn't do anything about it.

An easy, new focus came with shit they pull sometimes at night. Uryuu had received the gist of some things from Maito-san, but it would undoubtedly help to hear it while comprehension was at 100%.

"Such as? Also... at the moment, everyone sounds as though they're speaking Japanese. I heard otherwise last night. Was it related to the man on the intercom, or does language change at night as well?"


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