That Sora had asked, rather than begun using one (or worse, devised a nickname) presumptively, boded well. "Ishida's fine," he said, leaving out the problem of suffixes-- and not terribly tempted to attach one that didn't belong. Likely, it would have backfired, and he'd have ended up feeling ridiculous. Ishida-sama -- no
Taking a seat, Uryuu's eyes fell on the game. Rooms, weapons, suspects, a victim, rooms with secret passages; did the institute have something like that? There was only time enough for that thought before Sora began.
The nurses must be pretty thick, Uryuu had already decided. The codes on the bulletin board were laughable. They were all meant to be insane, of course, but that they were permitted to carry on in that space was either curious, or indicative of something else entirely. His mind moved quickly over the explanation, picking here, categorizing there. Still "new", without even a concept of what was considered "old", Uryuu hadn't experienced much. Even with the information given, he had plenty of questions. Most, he'd learned, didn't have answers. About the "club", however...
"Possibly," he answered. It did. His inclination toward doing things on his own had already been chafed and chipped at, by people who shared that discomfiting glint in Sora's eyes, and his inexperience and lack of knowledge made joining a group practical.
His hands flat on the table, Uryuu tapped his index finger. "Can the radio generally be trusted? I've a few others, but... you stated on the board that you've been here for a month. That, with the note that the club has gone through a number of leaders, made it read as though a month is considerable. Is the patient turnover rate that high?"
If so, that alone made the institute beyond abnormal.
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Ishida-sama -- noTaking a seat, Uryuu's eyes fell on the game. Rooms, weapons, suspects, a victim, rooms with secret passages; did the institute have something like that? There was only time enough for that thought before Sora began.
The nurses must be pretty thick, Uryuu had already decided. The codes on the bulletin board were laughable. They were all meant to be insane, of course, but that they were permitted to carry on in that space was either curious, or indicative of something else entirely. His mind moved quickly over the explanation, picking here, categorizing there. Still "new", without even a concept of what was considered "old", Uryuu hadn't experienced much. Even with the information given, he had plenty of questions. Most, he'd learned, didn't have answers. About the "club", however...
"Possibly," he answered. It did. His inclination toward doing things on his own had already been chafed and chipped at, by people who shared that discomfiting glint in Sora's eyes, and his inexperience and lack of knowledge made joining a group practical.
His hands flat on the table, Uryuu tapped his index finger. "Can the radio generally be trusted? I've a few others, but... you stated on the board that you've been here for a month. That, with the note that the club has gone through a number of leaders, made it read as though a month is considerable. Is the patient turnover rate that high?"
If so, that alone made the institute beyond abnormal.