Nightshift 63: Bus 3

[seekingmystrength]

With the blond's outburst disturbing not only the peace and quite of the trip back, but the trip itself by way of a detour into a damn tree, Kurogane's patience had worn thin by well before the sun had begun to set. No amount of alcohol would have helped temper his mood either. Stuck on the side of the road with the night drawing ever closer... it was almost as though Landel had intended for something like this. That man knew what happened were they not back in the building by nightfall, and a good number of them knew the same.

Probably not the blond idiot.

Though his patience was all but gone, his attention to the situation was heightened with the threat of darkness closing in. Each passing moment put them closer to another attack like before, and if there was where the night was to begin, he wasn't going to be trapped in any vehicle, moving or otherwise. That decision kept him on edge, watching between the window and the bus's back door beside him and waiting with the only remaining patience he had to spare.

"Be ready," was all he'd said to the girl beside him, knowing or at least hoping that she understood what was soon to come. He wasn't sure if she'd been there the time before, but as a ninja she should have known enough to expect anything with the tension aboard.

The moment he caught the sun's final dip beyond the horizon, he was out of his back seat and unhinging the emergency hatch for a quick exit to the ground, expecting that Tsubaki would be close behind. "Come on!" he barked back before starting around the bus at a quick pace. The town was long gone, but the chance stood that the Institute would be not too far ahead of them.

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[atrabilis]

The straightest of lines were etched upon Nigredo's brow, the disgust over humans bursting close to his heart. Brute strength and his equally brutish intellect were the harbingers of the undesirable, inexcusable scenario of being trapped in a metal box with panicking bystanders stumbling out of its orifices without a thought to how a young bioweapon might feel about this turn of events. Irritated? Quite. Angry? More than he would admit. If not for the urgency of the situation, he might have torn open the bus's side in a temper. If not for his brother, Nigredo might have acted much differently.

As it was, there was consideration for their welfare. They both had promises to uphold, right?

Looking far more older than was allotted for a child, he rolled his eyes to settle on Albedo. "We might as well go," he said, hand lightly tugging toward the narrow aisle. "Come on." Let them go join the truly insane people and avoid getting killed.

Yes, that sounded perfectly acceptable.

[To here.]

[purgatio]

If there was one thing to knock Albedo from his regression of sorts, it was the feel of another's delicious mentality, and Nigredo's passive hatred of the entirety of the populace filtered through the link in spades. It was at least enough for Albedo to take in the situation, and enough for the white-haired child to maintain his cuddled position on Nigredo's arm.

When his brother resigned himself to go, Albedo looked over to the nurse-creature shifting about closely, and made to follow--hands interlocking and lightly swinging. Like they were going on a pleasant walk rather than fleeing for their lives, and Albedo was briefly reminded of Doyleton, and Nigredo's play with the zombies.

It seemed a bit similar to that.

[following, to here]