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[x] Wizards are obviously found in library. Find the nearest library. Also, see if you can find some cheese along the way. You want to eat cheese for some reason.
-[x] Check in your coffee. Sneaky wizards, they're everywhere.
You take a deep breath.
You could probably kill an entire army with your feared Morning Breath attack. Best to wash your teeth. Or your mouth. Whatever. Let's fix that. You can't think when you're followed by some horrible stench.
Gracefully kicking the door open, you proceed to walk, while loudly complaining about morning people and how disgusting they are.
Finally reaching the kitchen, you look around. Nobody in sight. Cool. You open the tap, filling the sink with water. Once it's full, you take a deep breath, and you plunge your head in the water.
You take your head out. You feel better. Even if you're still disgusting, not shaved, with your bloodshot eyes, the scars on your chest, and that ridiculous boxer.
Wait a minute, a boxer? You're sure you went to sleep with all your clothes on! What the hell- oh hey why do you care?
You blow in your hand. Ugh, still disgusting. You feel better, but your Morning Breath attack is still deadly. Freshen that too. But before that, go back to your room, and put on some clothes. Because with a stethoscope around your neck and a boxer around your crotch, you look more like a pervert than a doctor.
“I hate morning. Bet it's a Monday. Or a Wednesday. I hate Wednesday.”
Walking back to your room, you barely acknowledge someone walking past you, greeting her with a “Baaaaah”, while she answers with a “Greeeu”. You're not the only one in this place not being a morning person. How comforting to know that someone else is feeling like shit.
Being finally visible by kids, you leave your room again, leaving the wooden box behind you. Mostly because you think that's a heavy burden to decide who can lives a second time, but also because you just want to eat something. You'll come back.
“Hello Maste- oh it's you.”
“Hello to you too!”
Udonge's happiness is disgusting. When you're having a bad morning, you want to see sad people, to laugh at them and stuff. You don't want to see happy people.
“Where's the damn coffee?”
“I'm afraid Master drank it all.”
Damn old lunarian hag. You hate hag. Especially when they're lunarian. And especially when they can kick your ass in your own specialty.
“Where's the goddamn coffee?”
“Master drank everything.”
“Coffee beans. Where do I find them?”
“Ummm... In the storehouse.”
“Thanks you too.”
Leaving the irritatingly happy bunny, you walk to the storehouse, gracefully kicking every door in the way, until you finally reach the coffee bag. You open it, grab a few beans, and eat them.
“Mmm... Everything feels like shit today.”
You briefly wonder why you're eating coffee beans, and when you remember. Morning breath. Eating coffee beans kill it.
“Take that, bitch. Morning breath is such an ass in the pain.”
Or is it the other way around? You don't know. And, frankly, you don't care. All you want to do today is hug Yorihime, find Butler, snuggle up to Yorihime, ask for Butler's help against Toyohime, hold Yorihime's long hair, and eat some cheese.
And you already know that you won't be able to even touch Yorihime. Therefore, it's already a bad day before it even starts. Bah, you'll just have to make Toyohime's life worse in revenge. That's petty, but that's all you have.
“Hello again, professor Moriarty!”
“Yes, me too! Happy day!”
Udonge... She's so happy she's probably radioactive right now. Better stay distant, just in case.
“Did you forgot the coffee?”
“The coffee, you sleepyhead?”
She's so happy, she's probably leaving a damp happiness trail everywhere she goes.
Turning on yourself, you walk back to the storehouse. You hate this place. So much hope, and everything was crushed. What an awful day.
“There are no words to properly describe how much I hate Monday.”
Assuming it's really Monday, of course.
“Thank you for the coffee, Mister Grumpy!”
Ignoring Udonge's happiness, you sit on a cushion, and place your head on the table. Despite the fact that you plunged your head in cold water, you feel sleepy. Again. It's like you couldn't sleep during the night. Thinking about that, you have a vague memory of a strange dream. Something about a mare in a bottle. Or something like that.
That's funny, you have a bottle of black goo in your pocket. Well, it's obviously not a mare. Unless mare means black goo. And you doubt that's it. So that's probably that – or the other thing.
Interrupting your wild thoughts, Udonge places several pills in front of you, with a cup of coffee. Eirin's medicines. The only thing keeping your alive. Your nemesis is keeping you alive. No wait! Your nemesis is Toyohime! After all, she's the one who killed you. Eirin is... your rival? Something like that? Well, considering her abilities, if you were to challenge her in a poison duel, she would most probably kick your backside in a most impressive fashion. You don't trust that “god” thing, but you recognize her as very good. Of course, you'll rather jump from Big Ben rather than saying it out loud, but she's way better than you.
In a most impressive inhuman effort, you manage to mumble a decent thank-you speech to the nice and happy rabbit. Then, you swallow the pills, before moving to your coffee.
There's a face in your coffee.
Are you panicking? Because if you're not, that means you're really sleepy. Let's repeat it again: THERE IS A FACE IN YOUR COFFEE. Like a reflection. And it's not your face. Because you have long hair, an no-that-well-shaved chin, and bloodshot eyes. And the face reflected in the coffee belong to a guy you dislike but respect. It's the Butler's face. In your coffee.
Well, not really Butler, since you're supposed to call him Commander or something. Fancy titles. Why not Count or something arrogant like that?
Whatever. You're not going to bother with something like that. You just throw the cup in the sink. This is a bad day. Just clench your teeth until you can go to bed again.
“Would you stop calling me like that, Doctor?”
“Butler is a wizard. Wizards are found in library. Where's the nearest library?”
“Butler? You mean the unnamed patient? Well, there's the Scarlet Devil Mansion, but-”
“See ya later.”
Having placed all your stuff in a backpack
stolen borrowed from the storehouse, you leave the Eientei. Well, at least you try to. But when you hear Eirin's call, you know it's going to be your second worst day in your life.
And, of course, she HAS to use that girly name your retarded parents gave you. You hate everyone. Except Yorihime.
“What's the big deal, Frau Eirin? I'm in a hurry right now.”
“I just want to ask you a few questions.”
Oh, great. She's talking like a policewoman here. What's the next step? Handcuffing you and dazzling you with a light?
But instead of asking directly, the cursed lunarian starts walking around. Literally. You briefly wonder why you're still here. And then, you remember that she has your life in her hands. Until you find a way to heal yourself, you're not even a prisoner. Just a walking dead.
“You see, it's common for a human to focus his attention on a single female. The pheromones, but most probably one's personal beauty criteria will matter. It's not unusual for a subject A to be attracted by a female, while subject B won't be attracted. Increasing pheromones won't change the subject's behavior toward the female.”
Oh, dear, not that again? You're a genius yourself, and that stuff is kindergarten-easy.
“Yeah, I know. Could you cut that and tell me what's the problem?”
She stops walking, and stares at you.
“It's not unusual for a human to be attracted by a lunarian. It happened a lot to the Princess before. She managed to get rid of her followers by giving them impossible requests. And they gave up.”
You slowly understand her point.
“So you're saying I did more than them, and you want to know why?”
“This is illogical.”
Annoyed by her statement, you quickly retaliate.
“You have no idea what you're talking about if you're saying that love doesn't make sense! Because, yeah, I'm not talking about attraction here. I don't want to marry Yorihime, or just have sex with her. I just want to be with her.”
Turning her face away, she just answers that. As if it's enough to explain everything.
“Eirin! You're, what, making medicines, right?”
She looks cautious here. She doesn't understand where you're getting at, and she doesn't like that. That lunarian hates not understanding things. That's obvious.
“I'm making poisons. I can make drugs to kill people in horrible ways, I can suggest them everything I want. And that's the difference. You save people, while I use their flaws against them.”
“And you're suggesting that you, with your monkey lifetime, can lecture me? When you were shivering and freezing in your caverns, I was already working to create an eternity in a bottle.”
Usually, you would be retreating, wary of Eirin's angry tone. But it's Monday, you didn't had your coffee, no breakfast, no good-morning kiss, and a long day coming. So you're quite pissed off yourself.
“Oh yeah, insult me! Go on! Don't think you know everything, lunarian! I, unlike you, died once! And you? Oh, yeah, right, you never died! Don't try to impress me with your 'I-know-everything' act! The fact that you asked me how I feel about Yorihime is already enough to prove that you don't know shit about relations!”
“Don't speak to me like that, you monkey!”
“Don't speak to me like that, you lunarian!”
After that, you honestly don't remember who, but someone started throwing bottles. At first, it was fun, but when you kicked Eirin's desk to make a barricade, there was an explosion as several solutions mixed on the floor.
But you're pretty sure everyone will be fine. After all, blowing up the laboratory is almost a weekly routine, right? It's just, like... maybe the third time it blows up. Or the second time. You're not sure, and the fact that you're covered with Ammonium Sulfide is kind of making you lose your concentration.
“Smells like chicken.”
Dead chicken, by the way. With her rotten eggs.
You'll have to take a swim before entering in that mansion.
Wanted to write something romantic about love, but I though it was becoming to cliché and too romantic, so I replaced it by another quarrel between two crazy scientists. Because it seemed in character for Eirin to be arrogant and knows-it-all. Well, I think she's a nice person, but don't get her started about biology, medicine, and all that stuff. That's HER stuff, and she's not sharing.