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damned_institute2012-10-04 09:08 am
dividedby) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-04 09:08 am
Night 66: M71-80 Hallway
Surprisingly, tonight's late night broadcast by Landel wasn't interrupted by a strange but helpful message. No new clues? Disappointing. Well, then again...if certain notes on the bulletin board were to be believed, then perhaps the prisoners here didn't need any more clues. Some had already found out how to be cured - or better yet, a few already had been cured. That meant searching for more answers was no longer necessary, right?
Regardless. Tonight's broadcast felt too...uneventful without an expected interruption. Landel's only threat was 'watch your back'. Was that it? Maybe the mundane nature of the broadcast was a sign that something else would happen later... But there was no use worrying about it. Zero would simply take Landel's advice to heart, just like he tried to do every other night here. (It had to be working if he were still alive.)
First thing's first: find his friends. Thanks to being attacked and perhaps also stopping to take care of wounds, the group hadn't made it to their destination last night...so X and Harpuia remained ill-equipped to deal with threats on their own. As long as they were unarmed, Zero would not feel comfortable leaving them to do as they pleased without him. The sooner he headed over to them now, the better. Trying not to waste any time, he collected his usual things - gun, extra ammo, boots, set of maps...
.... Ciel's coat...
No, he wasn't expecting to go outside into the noticeably loud thunderstorm, but just in case... It did give him extra pockets, after all... He'd spent all of dinner just questioning why it was here, not even bothering to touch his food...would be a shame to just leave something useful like this behind...
...A moment later, the coat was on, the first aid kit and gun slipped into the pockets. Now, after throwing a 'take care' at Gabe, he was ready to run out the door.
[To here.]
Regardless. Tonight's broadcast felt too...uneventful without an expected interruption. Landel's only threat was 'watch your back'. Was that it? Maybe the mundane nature of the broadcast was a sign that something else would happen later... But there was no use worrying about it. Zero would simply take Landel's advice to heart, just like he tried to do every other night here. (It had to be working if he were still alive.)
First thing's first: find his friends. Thanks to being attacked and perhaps also stopping to take care of wounds, the group hadn't made it to their destination last night...so X and Harpuia remained ill-equipped to deal with threats on their own. As long as they were unarmed, Zero would not feel comfortable leaving them to do as they pleased without him. The sooner he headed over to them now, the better. Trying not to waste any time, he collected his usual things - gun, extra ammo, boots, set of maps...
.... Ciel's coat...
No, he wasn't expecting to go outside into the noticeably loud thunderstorm, but just in case... It did give him extra pockets, after all... He'd spent all of dinner just questioning why it was here, not even bothering to touch his food...would be a shame to just leave something useful like this behind...
...A moment later, the coat was on, the first aid kit and gun slipped into the pockets. Now, after throwing a 'take care' at Gabe, he was ready to run out the door.
[To here.]
no subject
The Archangel had torn a page out of his journal to write a list of things he wanted in particular, though he would take whatever he could find there.
Leanne, he owed a Shield Knot, but there were other things he could make, if others wished.
Gabe took with him that page, pens, his radio and his torch, and the aloe vera leaves he'd picked. When he had the chance, he ought to see if he could get more from the greenhouse as well. The Archangel made sure that Skulduggery's rosary was around his neck and then slipped out the door to make for the hall at the end, as prepared as he could be.
[to here.]