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The Scarecrow of Oz ([personal profile] scarefaux) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-11-26 02:48 pm

Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he could have thought of something!

As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.

The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.

[Kibby]
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[personal profile] hiddenbadass 2010-12-10 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
The man wouldn't like that one bit. Yes, he was short, but he made up his height with solid muscle and speed. Besides, people always underestimated the short people, and Mike used that to his advantage. Underestimating someone just meant you were one step closer to being beaten.

Mike didn't get angry at Niikura's amusement; he wasn't that kind of former turtle. Instead, he continued to play with the cat. There was no used getting worked up over something that was true.

"Guess I've still got it," Mike replied, watching the cat.

[identity profile] oneman-onekill.livejournal.com 2010-12-14 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Cool. He hadn't gotten punched. Niikura could have and would have probably dodged if Mike had taken his laugh the wrong way, but still. Nice to know the guy was alright with subtle and not-so-subtle jabs. Useful information for later, actually.

"Got what?" he asked curiously. The ability to interact with cute, fluffy animals without exploding people's brains? --okay, that was pushing it. He ought to be giving Mike some more credit.
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[personal profile] hiddenbadass 2010-12-15 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He was supposedly the youngest of four brothers. Mike had learned to have a bit of a tougher skin from that. You could only live in a family like that for a short time before you learned to take some jabs. Then again, Raph had never really quite figured out how to do that....

Mike was older now, too, and his other experiences made a difference. Things like that just weren't reacting to anymore. Took too much focus away.

"Nothin'," Mike half-grunted, slightly put out that Niikura hadn't gotten his 'joke'. "What are you cats like?"

The question would at least give the kid something else to talk about. Keep him talking instead of letting him pry too much. It was something that Master Splinter had taught him.