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Day 19: Breakfast

One minute he'd been trying to keep from drowning in whatever that stuff was and the next? The next he was waking up in alone in a room, his injuries bandaged, and clean clothes. Allen was more than a little disturbed by this. The screech of the intercom made him put his hands over his ears for a moment. As much as he might like to protest this arrangement, he'd rather have breakfast first. The exorcist had burned off a lot of energy last night, far more than he usually would have for that amount of work.

He followed the nurse out when she came to get him and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Maybe he'd see Ashi or Envy sometime today. Vaynel would be good to see too, or the blonde that got sucked up by...the building. He still was wondering if the Earl was behind this. The fat freak was sick enough, but did he have the level of power that would enable him to mess with other worlds? He hoped not, he didn't wish Akuma or the Noah on anyone.

He snagged a tray and loaded it up once he got into the cafeteria. Allen sighed softly as he settled at a table and sipped the plain tea he'd grabbed. He didn't think himself to be this much of an early riser. Normally the only reason he'd get up this early in the day was a mission. The teenager shoved a forkful of french toast in his face and chewed slowly. Where the other exorcists here?
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He was almost grateful when he woke to morning's light and the sound of the intercom, for just an instant enjoying the illusory stability the daily routine might provide. It didn't stop him form tucking away his things before the nurse came for him though or from casting an uneasy glance at the shadows under the bed. He patted his sweater pocket to be sure he had some pens and a few pieces of folded paper as he heard the door open behind him, giving the nurse a pleasant nod.

The cafeteria was still pretty deserted when he arrived. He recognized the white haired boy from last night at least, but the sheer lack of other people worried him. Just how many people had been grabbed in the original blackout or during the long dark time that followed. He went through the line distractedly, barely glancing at what he put on his tray.
When the intercom had come on and announced lights out, it had scared the heck out of the replica. The darkness that had swarmed over him after that had not been of the familiar variety, and seriously creeped him out. It was almost a relief to wake up in his bed again. He wasn't sure he'd been going to make it there for a minute. After what had happened to Xehanort...

But what was going on now? Were they going to pretend that everything was just normal again? Ch. As if. But at least he'd survived last night. He had his eyesight back and a big clue to finding one of the key, even if he couldn't figure a damn thing out about it.

Before his nurse came in, the replica rolled out of bed and cut a slit in the side of his mattress, shoving the axe in along with the other things he'd collected in the night except for the letter he'd found and the keys Breena had given him, which he slipped into his sleeves. Tucking the fitted sheet and blankets back over the slit, he was ready when Nurse Leslie came for him.

Returning to the cafeteria right away made the replica nervous. He remembered the covered dish from last night and would have lost his appetite if he'd had one to lose. The replica wasn't one to be social, but searching by himself last night after Ansem had been taken and he'd gotten separated from Dr. Clayborne had been lonely work. He'd never thought the adage would apply to him, but there was safety in numbers. And if he just happened to mention to his fellow patients that they might not want to eat any of the meat products here...that would just be doing them a favour, right? Then they'd owe him, and that was never a bad thing.

Glancing around the cafeteria, the replica noted there weren't that many people at breakfast yet anyway, and no one he recognised. He picked a couple of guys at random, thinking he'd seen some meat on their breakfast trays.

"Hey," he greeted them, approaching their table. "Don't eat the meat here. Just trust me." The replica sat down at their table without further ado. "Were you guys here for that crazy stuff last night?"
Allen had been munching on his french toast in that slow manner he wasn't prone to do unless he was thinking. He blinked when the silver haired boy had sat down and raised an eyebrow. He poked at the sausage on his tray curiously before he spoke. "I was here for it. I got in last night." The exorcist pulled his sleeve over his red hand on habit. He wasn't going to question the meat comment not after some of the things he'd seen last night.

So he moved it over to the not touching it part of the tray and glanced about. It was rather empty here. It was good to see Ashi though. He still had a silly hope on seeing someone he knew from home.
The darkness washing over him last night had been odd. Envy didn't know what that was, but waking up in a bed when he never slept to begin with... He wasn't pleased by it at all. The homunculus hummed lightly and let the nurse take him to breakfast. He reminded himself to kill her later when he found out why he was here. He selected just the french toast since he didn't need much to eat to keep going.

Envy caught sight of the white haired boy from last night and two unfamiliars. He frowned thoughtfully before he padded over and plopped down by the exorcist. "Just what was wrong with this place last night?" He breathed as he stabbed his french toast with a fork.
"You might as well ask what's wrong with it every night." Ashi set his laden tray down carefully opposite Allen, giving Allen a smile in greeting and a more wary nod to Envy and Repliku. "If it gets dark it gets strange. Well, stranger then in daylight anyway."

He picked up his fork and poked at a sausage experimentally. After a few moments of examination he speared it on his fork and, giving a sort of shrug, raised it toward his mouth.
"That's what I want to know," the replica responded to the dark-haired man--woman?--'s remark. When the brunet cut in, he shook his head. "No way. Last night was way different. It was weird even before the sun went down."

Seeing the guy about to eat one of the sausages anyway, the replica's eyes grew wide, and he quickly reached over and grabbed the fork before it could get any closer to Ashi's mouth. "I said don't eat the meat," he repeated.
Allen smiled back at Ashi and noted what he'd said. It was certainly helpful to know that. Though the silver haired boy's remark was curious. Why was he so worried about the meat though? "Can I ask why?"

Envy considered making a smart ass remark but then he wanted to see what the kid would say. So he stuffed a forkful of french toast in his face and chewed. "Anyone know where in Ametris this is anyways?" He added after a sip of his drink.
"He looked startled, then a bit cross at having his fork grabbed. "Not in my hearing and why shouldn't I? There's nothing they could do to sausage they couldn't very well do to just about every other dish here." He was not going back to straight fruit again. He'd had enough of that when they worried the food might be drugged.

He turned to look at Envy with a bit more hopeful expression. "Are you from Central too?"
It annoyed the replica to have his advice questioned when he'd gone to the trouble to offer it for once. But fine. Better explaining than watching this guy eat people sausage through breakfast. "It's not what they do to it, it's what it's made of," he answered baldly.

The replica turned to the white-haired boy to answer his question in more detail. "Did you hear the announcement about food last night? Well I was here. There was all kinds of good food laid out. By these shadows. At the end of the table was a giant plate with a dead guy on it. His eyes were all sewn up like..." He made a zig-zag over his eye sockets. "He was roasted like a chicken with the head on." He glanced back at Ashi. "After that, I started passing on the meat."
The replica's first answer caused Allen to raise a careful eyebrow. What it's made of? I'm not adverse to eating weird animals. If that's what the other's problem was he would shrug and eat it anyways. He had been taking a sip of his tea when the rest of the answer came tumbling out. The exorcist held up a finger as he swallowed and then set his mug down. "Well that's certainly a reason to pass on it."

He barely blinked even as he twitched at the reply. Well he'd asked and naturally an answer had to be given. The white haired boy had seen some horrific things the Akuma did, so stuff like that while they effected them, he just didn't flip out about it. "Damn." That pretty much summed up the exorcist's thoughts on that subject.

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Eggy bread. How something so incredibly mundane could arouse such a violent onslaught of pleasurable emotion, a slew of happy memories - or at least the feeling that there should be some of those about now. Waking up alone after being ripped from the arms of his Superior had been a calm affair rather than the traumatic experience it could have been. Saïx supposed that it had something to do with the fact that there were a multitude of other impressions to focus on instead.
   While Xemnas had done good in bandaging his torn hand, whoever had taken charge post their so-called abduction through darkness had done an even better job. His left hand smelled strongly of clean antiseptics, and the prickly scent had been what had woken him up. Soft sheets in a clean bed on four strong legs. On a desk in a room he had never seen before there had been an empty book as well as his drawing. Neatly folded in between the first two opposite pages of the journal. He left it both untouched upon the arrival of Ms. Hill and the strong-looking nurse she tended to have around when she talked with him.
   Careful with the injuries they'd been when they'd given him the hug-yourself-shirt and locked it up properly behind his back. It felt.. warm, and secure, and the only complaint he made was when his long blue hair got stuck in a zipper once. Steered down corridors, new and clean and very, very brightly lit, Saïx appreciated the meaty, heavy hand on his shoulder when they entered a cafeteria full of scents and, apparently, other people. The sight of the four huddled young men for some reason made Saïx's stomach do a jump, but then the nurse was diverting his attention.
'French toast,' he grinned, and put some on the plate on the tray. It wasn't called French toast - the stuff wasn't even French, he wanted to interject - but eggy bread. But alright then. For now. He discovered the single one thing about his new jacket right then and there, too, as he tried to reach for the tray. So that was it, then. Eggy-bread and straight-jackets and a whole lot of new impressions.
   But no Xemnas.
This was... odd. At one moment Adelheid had been about ready to turn back to the task of getting out of the tunnels, and then? Then it was back to the morning routine all over again. That was baffling; he'd thought that they'd have been forced into that twilight struggle for longer.

But his weapons were hidden, as was the new-found knowledge. The founder of the institute. The letter he'd discovered. The weapons. The disks. All of it was carefully hidden, and his mind burned with what he had discovered. He'd need to think about everything, flip it over in his mind until he'd memorized it.

And most of all, he had to eat and regain his strength. Night would fall sooner or later, and then he would be forced to resume his explorations. Perhaps... perhaps there would be more to discover, down in those tunnels. The only question was whether to include others with that search or not.
Alphonse's mind whirled in confusion when he woke up in his bed. Hadn't he just been deep underground with Adelheid? It was just last time though he'd had a tiny bit of warning then. The alchemist shook his head and hid the sword carefully. He was curious as to just what that weapon could do, it would be frustrating to lose a clue now that he had one.

He followed the nurse to breakfast and looked about for his brother. No sign of him. Seeing Envy set the boy on edge, even if the hair was black instead of that dark green, he still was the homunculus who had killed his brother. Al settled down in a seat once he'd gotten food and let his brain sink into auto pilot.
The attending nurse was finally merciful...though annoying with her frustratingly fake-nice attitude. But she DID let him out. How humane, allowing a person to eat. She led him straight to the cafeteria. He had to fight back a snarky remark at her obvious statement of what they were eating. Xemnas had heard the speaker box quite clearly. He just nodded, thanked her and resumed to get his food, sitting at a table far, far away from everyone else.

He was still brooding inside. Brooding of the loss of Saix. But he was hungry, and he forced himself to eat, orange eyes lowered to the tray in front of him.
Alright. So. That was demeaning. If he hadn't been so dulled down by the injection of what he supposed was some form of relaxant from this morning Saïx would have been seriously upset by being hand-fed by this blonde young man, smirking at him. All. The. Time. Why wouldn't he stop smiling? Had he never seen someone eating before? If they had to strap him down like this - which, he admitted, was probably a rather good idea - then couldn't he take his duties seriously? He considered putting the man on his list on people needing a good maiming, but then - with a generous forkful already offered him hanging in front of his face - there came a scent that he would know anywhere. Ignoring the complaining gurgle of his stomach, he whipped around in his seat to crane his neck, eyes widening in search. Xemnas. Xemnas.
   The name was out of his mouth before he could help himself, and he was getting his legs tangled in his seat as he tried to stand, turn around and launch himself into motion all at the same time, forgoing everything called dignity.
Xemnas glanced up just to look around the room at what he was dealing with. All the patients...one in a straight-jacket with blue hair apparently frantic--wait. Blue hair? How many people in this institute had blue hair?
He stood up, leaning to get a better look at the patient.
"...Saix..."
Ignoring the poor nurse, who had tossed his fork to the side the instant his patient had craned about in his seat in order to snatch him, Saïx stumbled up and off the bench heading for the closest walkway. It felt as if he had six legs and no arms; the latter of which was partially true at the moment, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he was trained to keep balance at most of all times given how easily it was to get thrown off by tossing his over-sized claymore about, he probably would have fallen over. He got off with a stumble before he was heading down the walkway at full speed, his stomach in a knot of strange exhilaration.
   It was Xemnas. He'd even stood, and while his heartbeat - good God, his heartbeat - was drumming so loud in his ears that he didn't hear it, he could still see the dark lips form the syllables of his name.
Stepping away from the table and heading towards the walkway that his beloved Berserker strode down, his own heart pounded furiously in his chest. It wasn't a hallucination in the darkness. Or so he had thought. He prayed to whatever being there may be to not let this be an illusion, to let him have Saix back.
His eyes darted quickly to the nurse, flustered beyond belief then back to Saix, bound by a straightjacket. He should not be bound as such...but the nurses fear his strength...the beautiful strength that Xemnas hand-picked to join him when he had power.
Moving at his pace it was barely a minute until he forcefully crashed into Xemnas' strong frame, pressing himself as close to the man as he possibly could. While unable to grab on to him and hold him and never let go ever again, he could nuzzle his face in under the other's chin to make certain he could rub as much of his skin against the neck there as possible. Sometimes it was far too easy to loose control, especially here. There were reasons for the restraints and the sedatives, after all, but from the looks of him at the moment he was nothing but a large, wild-eyed creature seeking solace in its master's presence. And truer words could not describe him.
   'Xemnas,' he murmured, low into a wad of thick hair.
The strong ex-Superior was almost knocked over by the force of his companion's crash into him, but he managed to stay upright, regaining balance quickly. His arms quickly wrapped around Saix, feeling the nuzzling and warm breath and everything that indicated that yes, this was not a hallucination.
"Saix...My dear Saix..." He nuzzled at the man, glancing up to see nurses beginning to become alert, all seeming to agree on one thing, and that was pulling these two patients apart. But none of that made Xemnas let go of the warmth right up against him.
Oh, he wished he could hold him back now, oh yes he did. That his master was distracted by the sudden accumulation and gather of nurses was nothing that quite registered to him, so long as he could be there to experience whatever explosion of action was about to ocurr around them. Hopefully none, but. Glee made his reason hoppety-skip to go have a nap somewhere else in his fractured mind, and he soon slumped in the firm embrace, purring softly.
   So it was getting a little bit tough to stand up like this, when there were plenty of benches around, and plenty of people looking at them, and, and.. that wasn't right, was it? It wasn't as if they were some sort of spectacle or anything.
There were other patients sitting together. Why couldn't they? Surely Xemnas didn't seem as if he was in danger. Quickly, he took one of Saix's arms and led him over to his table, sitting the man down and taking his place next to him. And yet the nurses still advanced.
"Are you alright, my love...?" His voice he kept quiet, casting quick glares at any patient that stared too long.
'Hmm..?' Saïx bumbled along as he was pulled more than led, but sat down obediently when Xemnas' hand on his shoulder pushed him into a seat. He nodded distractedly, not taking rather cloudy eyes from the darker face. 'I'm fine, yes, just peachy. Ah.. Are you..?' Something much like common courtesy, and manners, chimed at him from long-forgotten recesses in his mind, able to sound now that other things had been pushed away and leaving room.
   'I think I left my food over there.'
"Ah...just...share mine..." Cutting a piece of the French toast on his plate, he stabbed it with a fork, holding it up near Saix's mouth. "Open, love..." It seemed like something out of a cheesy romance movie in a strange setting of insanity, but all the really mattered is that he had Saix with him now and as long as possible.
The nurses kept a watchful eye, glaring at them with every move they made.

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