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damned_institute2010-11-26 02:48 pm
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Entry tags:
- aerith,
- aigis,
- anise,
- austria,
- bella,
- brainiac 5,
- buzz,
- castiel,
- chuck,
- claire bennet,
- claire littleton,
- claire stanfield,
- damon,
- dean winchester,
- depth charge,
- edward cullen,
- elle,
- ema skye,
- erika,
- gambit,
- goku (dragonball),
- guy,
- haseo,
- ilia,
- ishida,
- izaya,
- jo,
- kairi,
- kaito,
- katniss,
- kibitoshin,
- kirk,
- kratos,
- lana skye,
- leela,
- leon (so2),
- lightning,
- lunge,
- matt,
- maya,
- mccoy,
- mele,
- mello,
- minako,
- minato,
- niikura,
- peter parker,
- prussia,
- riku,
- rita,
- rubedo,
- ruby,
- s.t.,
- sai,
- scar (tlk),
- scott pilgrim,
- snow,
- sora,
- soren,
- stefan,
- taura,
- the doctor,
- the scarecrow,
- tifa,
- tsubaki,
- tsukasa,
- two-face,
- venom,
- watson,
- xemnas,
- yomi,
- yue,
- yukari,
- zack
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]
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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So the man had no idea that he wasn't originally human. Mike was fine with that for now. It'll be only a matter of time before someone notices that he can't bend his back, but Mike would rather delay that discovery. Even then, Mike would just claim it's been that way since he can remember, because, technically, it had.
"Guess the game's over if they starve us," Mike stated, but he still seemed lighter than before. "First good thing I've heard so far. Is the food decent?"
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And how long was Mike going to be there petting that cat? "...ya like cats, Mike-san?" Ugh, it always sounded weird, adding honorifics to clearly Western names.
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Good food was... well, good. Hard to find, back home. Unless you stole from the Foot Police or their higher ups, but even then, it was generally a crap shoot for quality.
Mike was going to pet the cat as long as he damned well pleased. But at the question, he turned to regard the cat that was purring away at his touch. He watched the cat, wordlessly, and started to scratch it under the chin. Somehow, it began to purr harder.
"Yeah," Mike finally answered, his posture and expression softening just slightly. "I like cats."
Klunk.
((OOC: And just to ruin the impact of that. Klunk was his kitty's name.))
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"I...figured." Especially the way that cat was purring; it sounded like its vocal chords were going to explode sooner or later. "Ya got a cat back home or somethin'?" He could see the picture in his head: Mike sitting alone in his arm chair watching whatever Western men liked watching on the television with a cat curled up on one of the arms...it was almost painfully domestic.
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"A prison's a prison," Mike shrugged. "No matter what they call it."
He also saw the nurse, but quickly discounted her as a threat. For now. If she had reason to call over one of those burly male nurses, he'd change his mind.
"Had," Mike spoke after a long silence with a tone of finality.
The cat didn't seem to mind, and when Mike drew his hand away to tease her, she immediately rubbed at it in an effort to regain his attention. After a moment, he began to pet her again, and the purring started anew.
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Zaizen and Mikemike (Huh. Name ping.)...one of 'em was the one he'd fished out of the river, the day he'd - or rather, the original Niikura had finally accepted the mission Katsuragi had given him. The one with the funny M-looking mark on its face. He hadn't really seen it in a while; he was rarely around the clone plant since he had to keep up appearances. It was just that Mike had mentioned having one, and he'd happened to--
Sheesh, what was this, a soap opera? Niikura looked up, smile widening into his usual grin. "They're sooooo cute!"
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He wasn't good at this small talk thing. Not anymore. But he genuinely liked Niikura. It wasn't often that a stranger would approach him. Most were too intimidated about either him being a turtle, or about all the multitude of scars on his body. ... Not that he was a turtle at the moment, but that was besides the point.
"What are their names?" Mike finally asked when he thought of something keep the conversation from going into silence.
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And if Mike wasn't good at small talk, that was just fine. He was capable of talking enough for the two of them, anyway, and when you spent a lot of time talking to yourself (or rather, yourself but not really yourself because you both are clones so technically you're the same person but not the same person--), you tended to be good at just rambling on and finding something interesting in what you were saying.
"Zaizen and Mikemike," Niikura said promptly. "I've had 'em for a few years."
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He glanced down slowly at the cat that had rolled onto its back to play as it had grown slightly irritated with just the petting. It was trying to chew on his finger, and had bitten a little bit too hard for play. She was a young cat, so she was still learning.
Mike didn't fault her for it, and slowly tried to draw his hand away. Predictably, she grabbed it with her paws and attempted to chew his knuckles, which started a game of "keep the knuckles away from the cat's little fangs".
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He smirked and tried to hold back a laugh as he watched Mike "play" with the cat. It didn't work. This whole image didn't work either - and how many times was he going to say that?
"PFFT--" Yeah, his poker face was failing. "Ha ha ha! Aw, that's just...priceless."
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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.
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"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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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.