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[it has taken kanda several weeks before he was allowed to leave the infirmary. here he was, roaming the corridors of this place called 'garden'; where he would have to attend to, god forbid, classes and study? he wasn't too entirely sure on what was going on—or what had happened which caused him to land himself here to begin with. time compression, the doctor had explained to him, even when he asked more than once with inclusive profanities. just what the fuck was that? all he knew about modification of time was by the power of innocence of that one exorcist whose name he hadn't bothered to learn.
it was hard to understand, how he was at one moment in time and the next he was in an unknown world to him. ...with no sign of anyone recognising what the black order was, or what being an exorcist meant. they claimed he had arrived on his own, but he was certain that could not have been possible. yet, it was. an opportunity for a new beginning? what an absurd, yet sober, idea. the institution that had pushed him to such ends he had faced was not present, nor was the threat of those enemies he risked his life fighting again. he didn't even have his precious weapon in possession. no god, no innocence, no vatican—no war. why did this not bother him? perhaps because his promised was fulfilled, his role over. there was nothing else for him to fight for. he would have been fine dying, as his purpose was no longer tangible.
there are cracks like that of a statue on his skin, showing just over his bandaged limbs. face scratched and bruised, he looked worse when he arrived. his footing is still tricky, having to need to, in a way, learn how to walk on such wounded legs—but by no means does he not walk tall and proud. however, as he tries to explore this place, and make it down a set of stairs, he has the disgrace of slipping on his worn out boots and slamming down on his bottom a few steps before he stops.]
—fucking hell..
[a hiss in annoyance, and he's up on his feet. or trying to. he's a bit of an invalid, help! ;A; or mock him, whatever works.]
[ooc: hey guys! sorry for idling out for a long time, but things got busy on my end. it's calmed down enormously so i will try my best to have things run smoothly. ♥ i figured a few weeks away might just prove the right excuse to have had kanda under dr kadowaki's care until he was good to go and explore on his own. sorry for the trouble. /)__(\]
it was hard to understand, how he was at one moment in time and the next he was in an unknown world to him. ...with no sign of anyone recognising what the black order was, or what being an exorcist meant. they claimed he had arrived on his own, but he was certain that could not have been possible. yet, it was. an opportunity for a new beginning? what an absurd, yet sober, idea. the institution that had pushed him to such ends he had faced was not present, nor was the threat of those enemies he risked his life fighting again. he didn't even have his precious weapon in possession. no god, no innocence, no vatican—no war. why did this not bother him? perhaps because his promised was fulfilled, his role over. there was nothing else for him to fight for. he would have been fine dying, as his purpose was no longer tangible.
there are cracks like that of a statue on his skin, showing just over his bandaged limbs. face scratched and bruised, he looked worse when he arrived. his footing is still tricky, having to need to, in a way, learn how to walk on such wounded legs—but by no means does he not walk tall and proud. however, as he tries to explore this place, and make it down a set of stairs, he has the disgrace of slipping on his worn out boots and slamming down on his bottom a few steps before he stops.]
—fucking hell..
[a hiss in annoyance, and he's up on his feet. or trying to. he's a bit of an invalid, help! ;A; or mock him, whatever works.]
[ooc: hey guys! sorry for idling out for a long time, but things got busy on my end. it's calmed down enormously so i will try my best to have things run smoothly. ♥ i figured a few weeks away might just prove the right excuse to have had kanda under dr kadowaki's care until he was good to go and explore on his own. sorry for the trouble. /)__(\]
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casually turns away and resumes helping himself up, pretending his mind is messing up his notion of reality.]
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You know, you could at least answer.
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almost hesitant:]
What the hell are you supposed to be?
[this boy lacks tact!]
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A chameleon.
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A lizard.
[his disbelief. what is thiiiiis??]
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Now do you want a hand or not?!
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[EXCUSE YOU he's not a total dumbass. now, if you don't mind, on his way to braving these stairs again.]
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Are you alright?! [Quickly goes over and offers a hand.]
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Just fine.
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If you're fine, then why did you fall? [Notes the various bandages and such.] Did they let you out of the infirmary like this?
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What does it matter? I can walk.
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Oh? [Wry smile] Hmm...maybe I was mistaken.
[He'll just stand back and let him walk, then.]
Just in case you don't want to take the stairs, I'm sure there's an elevator here somewhere.
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[what's the point of elevators... he wants to walk, to prove himself that he can still do these normal functions. doesn't except to be understood, but doesn't intend to try and explain either.
so, like he's repeating this to a child,] I'll walk.
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Hangs up a few flyers for the GFC, humming a soft tune.]
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notices that the man with the long, purple hair is still around. so, he deems it proper to ask.]
... this time compression crap, it's true?
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I've been here over a year now. A lot of others have been here just as long or longer. [Goes back to hanging up another flyer, taking down some old ones.] The time compression has been sending the majority of us home in the past few weeks to various points in time in our home world. If you're lucky, you may get sent back home for good.
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I have no reason to go back.
[and no reason to stay, but since i'm already here ... might as well make do with what i can.]
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You probably are not the only to feel like that. I can't say that I do, but Garden has become a home for some.
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—what is this place, anyway. [a school? he didn't quite get it.]
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Soldiers. Hn.
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It's more of a mercenary school, but the line of difference wouldn't be too big. Some people enjoy it, if only for the para-magic we learn in class.
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What is para-magic even supposed to be.
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[He sees that baffled look and is amused. Not so good at hiding it.]
That was just a simple explanation. They go over it better in class. Although boring, sometimes...
[Turns a bit serious.]
If you have magic of your own, I'd suggest you be careful with showing it off.
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Do you require assistance getting to the infirmary?
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[he didn't want to sit in there any more.]
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If I were to ask Dr. Kadowaki if you should be walking about, what do you think she would tell me?
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[he wasn't exactly told he had to stay. but he decided he wanted to walk around.] She can tell you whatever the hell she wants.
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I imagine she will. You need to see her to have those injuries looked at. You are clearly in no state to be walking about without assistance.