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Day 51: Breakfast
Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.
"Can't I—"
Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"
"Aaaaactually—"
"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"
For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.
But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.
"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.
"Can't I—"
Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"
"Aaaaactually—"
"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"
For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.
But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.
"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.
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...
This was karma, wasn't it? Slag it.
Depth Charge sighed and rolled his eyes towards HK, wearing a look of flat, irritated indifference. "Suggestion: just try it, brain-drain." He dropped his knife and fork with a clatter, folding his arms in a way that wasn't the slightest bit defensive at all. "Had a date with a nurse and a scalpel or two. I'm sure you've had more exciting nights with Lockdown, so I won't bore you with the details."
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"Statement: I was going to, but if you already tried anything untoward and squishy with one of the mutant night-meatbags, then I would hope that your own tortured processor's cries for help are likely far worse than anything I could manage to wring out with insulting insinuations." He had to be very careful not to cringe as he said that, the mental imagery of what he'd just conjured up making his personality core feel like a strong corrosive had just been dumped on it.
"Query: So apart from your foray into unnatural acts and masochism, has anything of note happened since we last bothered each other?"
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HK might have stopped himself from flinching, but Depth Charge wasn't quite so quick with his reaction management this time around. Urgh. He'd set himself up for that one, really. "Something like that." Somehow, he managed to dredge up a wan and exceptionally fake smile to go with his answer- better to roll with it than to start getting slagged off. Part of him wondered about mentioning he'd ended up dragging two women into the fight, but-- nahh. He'd already given him enough ammunition for one round. No need to be over-generous.
"Not exactly. A few scuffles here and there, a little roadtrip down into the basement. The usual." He raised an eyebrow at the other robot pointedly. "I'm surprised you're here at all. Shouldn't you be mourning Lockdown?"
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"Answer: Mourning would cut down on the chances to wreak bloody revenge upon the meatbags. And besides, I have been working with Lugnut." Which was made more obvious by the fact that every time the nurses tried to remove the pen-drawn Decepticon symbol from his arm, he reapplied it, precisely where Lugnut had drawn it. "And, as of last night, the Autobot, Ratchet, although that did not go very far before the autotranslator was turned off." Well, they'd gotten much more done after that, but there had been arguments taking place before!
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"How romantic," he answered dryly, redirecting his irritation into something more productive- like listening calmly while the nurse was in hearing range. Hearing about Lugnut caught his attention though, even more when HK brought Ratchet into the matter as well. "Lugnut recruited you, huh? Typical. Didn't know he was still around." Which wasn't at all a backwards way of asking after the Decepticon. Of course not. "So Ratchet didn't mind working with a 'con?"
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"Answer: Apparently he did not mind enough to hit me over the head when I approached him, admittedly done suddenly and without warning. We... didn't accomplish much of anything, but we couldn't communicate what goal we might be working towards by the time we started to move." Maybe he shouldn't have gotten so caught up in arguing with the Autobot. The only problem was that it was almost precisely like poking the geriatric Jedi, but with less risk of having something 'amusing' happen to him as a result.
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Oh, well. Maybe Ratchet could keep them in control a little- knock their heads together when they stepped out of line. Mostly, he was just relieved that the guy seemed to actually be sticking to their little agreement. Not that he'd have blamed him for straying, of course... Depth Charge sighed, folding his arms. "So you just snuck up on him like a creep? Fantastic. Nice to see relations at such a high. Did you even tell him you were a 'con?"
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"Protestation: I most certainly did not. I simply move quietly, because I am an assassin model. It is as much a part of me as making bad life choices involving meatbags seems to be with you." He wasn't very proud of that one, but he couldn't resist it.
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Eventually, he gave HK a long, hard, don't-even-think-sarcastically-because-I'll-know stare. "Look. All I'm asking is that you play nice. That really so much to ask? Even Lugnut can do it when he feels like it, for Primus' sake. And Ratchet." He paused. "You saying Ratchet stuck with you even though he knew you were with the 'cons?"
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HK gave back a mostly blank stare, tinged with a slight edge of why-are-we-staring-at-each-other-this-is-uncomfortable perplexity. "Statement: I am. I am more or less acting the same way as the recent period in which I was a part of a team partially composed of Jedi, albeit with some modifications due to the incalculable, lurking psychological damage caused by suddenly finding myself a meatbag." He'd been prone to (deniable!) lippy-ness when he was on the Ebon Hawk, too.
"Affirmative: He already knew prior to last night." HK was not going to elaborate on this one at least, because elaboration would involve mentioning the shower shift, the approach of which was bringing on a sense of impending doom for the assassin.