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seekingmystrength ([personal profile] seekingmystrength) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-05-06 08:07 pm

Nightshift 63: Bus 3

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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[personal profile] diamondstorm 2012-05-09 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
If she had the humor for it, it would likely have been too appropriate to ignore. How many had she informed about the alternates that could happen in these trips, and here, now, she was reliving the first that she was aware of. And she knew the options. Knew them very well from the interviews she had taken. A nurse inside, giant birds outside. Without weapons, one enemy was preferable to many, but the bus was a death trap how it was, and outside, there were other chances to take.

Another--was that Tsubaki?--had cleared the way to the emergency exit and was calling for people to flee. Renamon looked back at the shambling mess that had been a woman the moment prior and felt a brief pang of regret. Still. Still, she darted to the door, and quickly fled.

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