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damned_institute2012-11-29 12:50 pm
complicatedliar) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 12:50 pm
Night 67: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here]
Loki slipped out the door into the larger hall. Here, he was cautious enough to burn one illusion to make himself invisible. The distance he needed to cover was small enough that he'd only need to use one in this fashion.
Hopefully he'd be able to find his target quickly enough in the other M-block. The annoying part was that he still didn't know what room was Scar's so he'd have to lie in wait potentially, but he was fairly certain the man was in M-A; Loki had never seen him departing from M-B.
Loki didn't think of himself as sadistic, and didn't take particular pleasure in killing.
Most of the time.
This, he was looking forward to, as a service to at least temporarily make the institute less stupid.
[To here]
Loki slipped out the door into the larger hall. Here, he was cautious enough to burn one illusion to make himself invisible. The distance he needed to cover was small enough that he'd only need to use one in this fashion.
Hopefully he'd be able to find his target quickly enough in the other M-block. The annoying part was that he still didn't know what room was Scar's so he'd have to lie in wait potentially, but he was fairly certain the man was in M-A; Loki had never seen him departing from M-B.
Loki didn't think of himself as sadistic, and didn't take particular pleasure in killing.
Most of the time.
This, he was looking forward to, as a service to at least temporarily make the institute less stupid.
[To here]
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This time Gabriel didn't stop. He ducked his head and made his way down the hallway as quickly as he couldn't, not looking up at anyone else, just focussed on the beam of light from his torch at his feet. He came, abruptly, across scorch marks on the walls of floor, damage of a fight, and hesitated long enough to look around; but the battlers were gone. The hall was silent.
Mostly. Not exactly. Silent in a heavy way, in a dreading way, in the way of a building so filled with terror and violence that it was audible even on the physical plane long after it was over.
And Gabriel was unnerved by it. By all of it. Whatever Landel had done to him had rattlde the Archangel--hard. He'd started to feel over-confident. Complacent. His heart thudding in his chest, hand pressed up against the rosary around his neck, scarcely aware of the prayers that fell from his lips, Gabriel hurried toward the door at the end of the hall like there was an exit behind it--even though he knew there wasn't.
[to here.]