竜ヶ峰帝人 ; Ryuugamine Mikado (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-11-29 01:38 am
ofthemotions) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 01:38 am
Night 67: M-A Block Hallway
[from here]
For once it seemed like barely any people were out. Was he really that early, or was there some other reason things seemed quiet? It wasn't a good idea to think in the dark with a large blind spot, and Mikado regripped his flashlight nervously.
Maybe he should have contacted Izaya again tonight. But he didn't want to bother the man more than necessary. Despite the circumstances, Mikado was probably just someone Izaya was assisting, not someone to be considered a friend.
...Did Izaya have friends back home? It made Mikado think for a moment. How weird. No one was readily coming to mind.
[to here]
For once it seemed like barely any people were out. Was he really that early, or was there some other reason things seemed quiet? It wasn't a good idea to think in the dark with a large blind spot, and Mikado regripped his flashlight nervously.
Maybe he should have contacted Izaya again tonight. But he didn't want to bother the man more than necessary. Despite the circumstances, Mikado was probably just someone Izaya was assisting, not someone to be considered a friend.
...Did Izaya have friends back home? It made Mikado think for a moment. How weird. No one was readily coming to mind.
[to here]
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Castiel made a lot of noise, working his way across the hall with a pair of crutches as his aid. It was loud, it was slow, it was tiring, and there wasn't a single part of the experience that he enjoyed, but he was on the move. He was doing some amount of good. So long as he focused on that, he could keep moving forward.
The Head Doctor had, of course, made his announcement earlier. Castiel had been busy getting used to the crutches and hadn't listened as closely as he might have otherwise, but he'd still picked up the gist of it. As usual, Landel enjoyed holding his own superior knowledge over them. Curing themselves was likely just part of some convoluted plan, but Castiel didn't let that bother him.
Better to be like this, struggling to make each step with his crutches, than be plagued with some illness that might contort him into something bloodthirsty and uncontrollable.
Castiel nudged the door out of the block open with a crutch leg and then continued out into the next hall.
[To here.]