Day 56: Intercom, Late Evening
Despite the rough start and the heavier snowfall, the buses managed to stay on route and on schedule. With minutes to spare, they arrived at the gates of Landel's Institute, back to the waiting arms of the military. All pretenses seemed to drop at this point, and the soldiers again took on their patented gruff exteriors. Patients were filed out of
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Frustrated, the young woman was like a wild animal in a small cage, going over everything from the day, chastising herself mentally over and over for what she could have done. Even forcing down the thankfully-bland pink dinner down was difficult in her tense state, but she made herself do it anyway as she paced from one end of the room to the other. She needed her energy. She needed to get out of here. Now.
Or at least as soon as she could track down Hope again, and ideally, Snow at the same time. And somehow figure out an escape without them killing each other--
... She needed to figure out how to keep them from killing each other, damn it! Snow wasn't so much a worry if she could somehow convince him to think before he blurted things out in front of the boy, but Hope... if he was really in the place mentally and emotionally that she suspected, it was possible he was still after the older man. After revenge ( ... )
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Her "dinner" was flat out ignored this time around. She hadn't achieved that completely satisfyingly full feeling from Twin Pines, but there was no point wasting that feeling on something the institute probably scraped off the back of this General Aguilar's ass. Actually, now that it was a clear image in her mind, Tifa wouldn't have been surprised if this was mushed up people bits.
Wow, yeah she was never eating dinner again.
Safe--well, safer--in their room, Tifa watched her roommate take stock of her findings.
"Glad to see your night hadn't been a waste!" she offered, just a friendly comment to lighten the silence that hung on them both like an oversized jacket. Or maybe it was just all on her.
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Needless to say, all of the injuries she'd incurred so far in this place - from the tiny monsters when she'd gone outside with Gambit and those caused by the retaliation of the soldiers during the riot - had mostly healed. She definitely made sure to check, frowning in extreme disapproval at the lingering discoloration on her arms from the burns. It was petty, but she hated the thought of bearing the evidence of that mindless little encounter. Why couldn't she heal?With a sigh as she turned sharply once again, she reached up and under her collar to roughly grab at the strand holding her dog-tags ( ... )
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Lightning seemed the type that got things done right then and there, and if it couldn't, heads would roll for the delay. In a place where everyone had to give up all control in their lives, it was very hard to adjust. Tifa could empathize.
"Oh, I ended up in Doyleton--" she stopped herself before the word "bar" finished off her reply. Lightning didn't need to know that in this oppression, her roommate was more concerned about getting a constant alcoholic flow into the institute than actually getting out. She wanted to get out, of ( ... )
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In any case, it annoyed her to think that someone was able to get that far away from the place, while she was still hardly ever able to get outside the walls! This wasn't even the first time Tifa had mentioned it, either, even if the time she'd been with her, Zack, and Cloud they'd been cut off early too. Was it just Lightning's bad luck causing that kind of thing?
That wasn't the only thing that caught the former soldier's attention, however. It took her a while, but eventually Lightning turned to Tifa again, when the curiosity finally became too much.
"... You're looking for someone?"
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