I stood afront to the main secretary for the hospital's administrations, recognizing her from the last time I had been in this office space. I hadn't been here since my original introduction with Junko before he upped and disappeared, the dick. I remember that day well enough because Junko was going to teach me how to forge a kensei weapon correctly, but he ended up dipping because of some emergency. I think it was about two or three days before Kahako became the chief, and I had been in such a rush to get started, I didn't realize my own mistakes at the time. I also didn't really blame him if it had been that important, and if nothing else, he at least had the contingency to leave a scroll behind for me to use. Fuck all that actually did for me when I later realized I had messed it up from the get-go, but you get the point. Nowadays, I was constantly tired and hungry, my body trying to make up for what I was missing inside to no avail. Sure, I was slowly dying and felt terrible most days, but that had always been my life, today was no different.
After getting comfortable, I was quick to let the hired help note that I was here for an appointment. I didn't really know why I had been called up here, but generally, if it couldn't have been sent to me in a memo, it had to have some importance. As I waited in one of the chairs out in the waiting room, I had to wonder what my tsukumogami partner was doing with her time. I knew she was somewhere in the building, probably trying to be helpful where she could if I had to guess. She was a bit too much of a bleeding heart for a weapon, my word. I had to wonder where she got it from because it sure as hell wasn't me. I did my job, but I still had a number of deaths on my table and I felt nothing for it other than failure. Then again, the partition of my soul is probably why I didn't care, so there was that to think about.
It was around the time of my idle thinking that I was finally called forth to enter into the office of the new second to us mednins. I really had to wonder what this was all about.
After getting comfortable, I was quick to let the hired help note that I was here for an appointment. I didn't really know why I had been called up here, but generally, if it couldn't have been sent to me in a memo, it had to have some importance. As I waited in one of the chairs out in the waiting room, I had to wonder what my tsukumogami partner was doing with her time. I knew she was somewhere in the building, probably trying to be helpful where she could if I had to guess. She was a bit too much of a bleeding heart for a weapon, my word. I had to wonder where she got it from because it sure as hell wasn't me. I did my job, but I still had a number of deaths on my table and I felt nothing for it other than failure. Then again, the partition of my soul is probably why I didn't care, so there was that to think about.
It was around the time of my idle thinking that I was finally called forth to enter into the office of the new second to us mednins. I really had to wonder what this was all about.