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damned_institute2012-06-20 07:19 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 07:19 pm
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Night 64: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Along with his weapons and supplies, Harvey also had two other very important things with him, and he checked his pockets for them as he moved down the halls. First was his coin, which he wasn't surprised to find was there, as he couldn't think of a time when he'd let it be removed from his person. Second was the bracelet that the talking skeleton extraordinaire had given them. Forgetting the whole morbid quality of it, Harvey had to wonder if it could really be trusted.
On the other hand, Sangamon had made use of that ring and it had never come around to bite him, so maybe it was fine. Maybe every once in a while, this place actually made their lives easier rather than more difficult.
With the hall completely empty, Harvey didn't have to waste any time moving down it toward the meeting spot.
[To here.]
Along with his weapons and supplies, Harvey also had two other very important things with him, and he checked his pockets for them as he moved down the halls. First was his coin, which he wasn't surprised to find was there, as he couldn't think of a time when he'd let it be removed from his person. Second was the bracelet that the talking skeleton extraordinaire had given them. Forgetting the whole morbid quality of it, Harvey had to wonder if it could really be trusted.
On the other hand, Sangamon had made use of that ring and it had never come around to bite him, so maybe it was fine. Maybe every once in a while, this place actually made their lives easier rather than more difficult.
With the hall completely empty, Harvey didn't have to waste any time moving down it toward the meeting spot.
[To here.]
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Kyousuke moved quickly, but cautiously, making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything around him, which came naturally enough; it was a practice he was already quite used to, even if in a different context. But as far as he could tell, the hall was completely empty. He could just make out doors on either end, one set closed, one set opened to another hallway, and he paused for a moment to consider which direction to take.
.... It was hard to believe this was happening. How much earlier, in this same day, had everything seemed so bright? But now he was who knew where, dealing with who knew what, and that victory they were still supposed to be celebrating seemed so far removed. Kyousuke almost wondered if he'd open his eyes for a second time soon, but he cut the thought off immediately. ... Entertaining that would be a waste. He was here now, and he needed to focus. If he had had time to feel sorry for himself, he was getting too relaxed.
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It gave him something to hold onto, anyway. Something solid and tangible, a concrete goal. He needed that, he had realized. So much of his life and the poor decisions he'd made could be traced back to drifting, confused and miserable and without clear direction. When left to his own devices, he always managed to pick the worst path he could.
Not anymore. And now he had his goal, whether Tsurugi liked it or not. He'd understand Murphy's insistence soon enough.
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Not wanting to waste any more time, he made his way towards the set of closed doors.
[to here]