Day 58: Arts & Crafts (Fourth shift)

[immortale]

Firo was glad to see the end of lunch, if only for the fact that in a few more hours, the day would be over. Night was the only time he had any real freedom of movement, and it was the only time he could do something worth doing, instead of just sitting around

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[she_is_ruin]

[Awaiting Klavier, resident lady-killer. :3]

The pleasure of company...

The intercom's afternoon announcement was an unfortunate buzzing in her already over-crowded head, and Yomi was in no mood to pay Harrington's jaunty offer much mind. Taking the soldiers up on their new found friendliness was out of the question. She'd done enough talking already. Enough talking and remembering.

Father, dead. Mei, dead. Even Yomi, or the Yomi she'd been, was dead. Over and done with. Revisiting the past was pointless as a result. But the Institute had other ideas, didn't it? Whatever government was out there, they wanted this

[rocksthecourt]

Ahh, the Arts & Crafts Room. An essential element to any military operation. No, really. Klavier would love to know why it was that they even bothered maintaining the old schedule when they were obviously trying to keep some kind of military facade regarding this place. It was almost amusing. But as ridiculous as it was, Klavier would most certainly never complain about it. If they altered their activities to more closely resemble military barracks, he would probably be lying in a barely conscious, undignified heap on the floor

[she_is_ruin]

Why was alone time so precious? Everyone seemed to want a piece of her lately. The consequences of making "friends," she supposed.

The fact was, her day already was worse. And having this man come up to her only made it more so.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head to give him a discouraging look, lips pressed into a line. On principle, he was someone to avoid when it came down to forced cheerfulness. She didn't want or need flashy personalities, and the upbeat smiles were a pain. Didn't he know his happy veneer was tissue paper thin? To their credit, neither Albedo or Damon had gone so far.

"I'm not," she replied curtly, cutting the greeting off before it could go further. "Don't talk to me right now."

[rocksthecourt]

...Some day, Klavier really would have to thank Fräulein Detective. And Daryan to a point, though it'd be a cold day in hell before he ever uttered thanks to him. After years of it, he couldn't really be caught off guard by a sharp reaction like that. But with those two, it was expected. With Yomi, it was not. The last time he spoke to her, she had been very reserved and civil. She verged closer to quiet, really. So although he hadn't been expecting her to burst into grins and giggles, he hadn't expected anything harsh either.

He didn't back away, nor did he continue to push for contagious smiles. Instead, his eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise and the smile faded into a vaguely concerned expression. Honestly, he could have left her be. Klavier fully understood the pressures and emotions that could arise in this place. That was what worried him. If she chose to walk away, he probably wouldn't pursue her. But he couldn't, in good conscience, turn his back and leave her himself. Not when considering what might have caused such a

[she_is_ruin]

Oh, did he need a more forceful rejection? She could do that. A few seconds were all the nearby soldiers needed to intervene--they were trained well enough in that regard--but a few seconds were all she'd need, too. They could perhaps stop her from making the second strike, but not the first. It wouldn't change anything about her situation. And it wouldn't take away her pain. But it would give her a moment of peace, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?

She dug her fingertips into the counter top before squeezing them into fists. Don't look at me like that!

"It's nothing I didn't do to myself." She forced a breath through her nose. "I went to the med wing and tried my luck. That's all. Now go."

[rocksthecourt]

Tried her... luck? What was that supposed to mean? What was in the "Med Wing?" And moreover, what exactly did she do to herself that would cause her to be like this? Of all the things that could have been bothering her, he hadn't expected something new or unknown. What was going on now? What had happened last night?

"I... apologize, Fräulein. I'm not quite sure what you mean by that." He glanced only momentarily to her hands, which had balled into fists, before looking back to her face. "Why don't you tell me about it? It's alright if I just listen. ...But stewing alone doesn't help matters at all. Please do trust me on that."

She'd already told him to leave twice. That was already sign enough to leave her be, but he was offering her another chance to talk to him. To talk to someone. He knew what this place could do to you. And he knew how damaging it was to let it fester without anyone there to understand. He would rather pursue it a little more than just leave, take a seat somewhere, and watch her do that to herself from across

[she_is_ruin]

"Ugh, you're really behind, aren't you? Where have you been this whole time?" A faint sound escaped her throat: a laugh, dry and humorless. She had expected mentioning the med wing would be enough. A tip off that she had joined the masses of others who had taken the concoctions and had paid for it. The kind, commiserating souls who sympathized with their fellows wouldn't keep asking questions, because they were too nice to push.

Fittingly, it was the one person who didn't know what was going on who approached her.

"The mystery substances, don't you know? In the Medical Wing Aguilar unlocked last night. Test them on yourself for a prize. That was the nightly challenge," she told him, almost flippantly so. "The bad side effects are all over the bulletin. That's what happened."

No, she wasn't stewing. (Not on purpose, not because she wanted to.) And no, she didn't want to sit down! (No more concerned faces.)

Just walk away.Doubtful he would scoot off the way he had come so soon, but now that he knew, at least he could stop looking

[rocksthecourt]

Klavier let that first comment roll off his back. The details regarding why he didn't know about it weren't relevant to the conversation at this exact moment. Especially since what she was saying was far, far more important. Herr Kommandant had opened up the Medical Wing, which housed a series of "mysterious substances." That by itself would have served as incredibly intriguing, but that next part

[she_is_ruin]

Regardless of her stake in the matter, watching the man try to wrap his brain around what had been going on while he'd had his head in the clouds was worth it. She hadn't forgotten how easy he was to push. This was the same guy who had told a Category A it had charm, after all.

A smirk pulled at her mouth, her eyes darkened to the color of a bruise. "You look pale," she observed.

If he passed out from the shock of it, that would be quite funny. His reaction to something she couldn't even bring herself to feel aggrieved about merely highlighted the huge gap between someone like him and someone like her. He was waiting to die. (She at least tried.)

The horror was an emotion Yomi had seen before, and she showed him her profile again, releasing a sigh. "You're overreacting. Surely you've stopped being surprised at the offensive things you'll find here. It's done now."

[rocksthecourt]

She didn't answer his question at all. Either of his questions, actually. Instead, she... she smiled. She was actually smiling at his reaction. Like it was something strange and amusing. And he couldn't possibly understand it. How she could smile at his response, how she could justify doing something like that, how she could brush it all aside as though none of it mattered. None of it.

And that was probably obvious. Klavier's outer display of shock proved to be only momentary and he just frowned as soon as she was finished speaking.

"Overreacting?" he repeated. She must have been joking. He was overreacting? Really? That was the second time today he'd heard that word. And he was just as boggled by its use now as he had been earlier. "Aren't you aware you could have killed yourself? Or hurt yourself beyond recovery? Don't you care about what could have happened?"

Was it him? Someone tell him, please. Was he the crazy one here? Had he somehow been thrown into some parallel dimension where things like assault, attempted murder,

[she_is_ruin]

She stared at the wall. His face was so human, so like someone else's she knew. It couldn't give her any answers.

No, it was this man who wanted answers from her. She had seen him live through the memory displacement that night they'd got into the basement just the same as he'd seen her, so honestly, why the surprise? Was he afraid of death or pain even after having his identity shredded at the Institute's whim? Or had he come to accept the Institute's potential to reach inside his mind and could rationalize it away? If it was the latter, she envied him.

Yomi exhaled deeply when his questions for her started turning into statements about her, the only sign that she hadn't turned into a living statue where she stood. Did he expect her to answer to any of it? The time for explaining herself was long past. The moment she had stabbed into her cousin's soft body, sliced and hacked until the pleas for mercy stopped coming, people had stopped listening to explanations. And she had stopped giving them