Night 68: M-A Block Hallway

[armoredsoul]

[from here]

For all the halls themselves weren't terribly different, the dark corridors sent a shiver up Al's spine. Perhaps it was knowing there were monsters prowling, but not where or how many--or who they'd been before. How fast did that sickness take effect? He had no idea if there was an hour or so of breathing room before his fellow inmates here might turn on him.

It wasn't a pleasant thought. Gripping the torch a bit tighter, he opened the door to the hallway.

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[ever_loyal_dog]

[from here]

He was wary as he stepped out, on the alert for sight or scent of blood. Tonight there was no mangled body waiting in the hall, though that only made him slightly more anxious. If these bodies were common and there were none yet, perhaps whatever beast had attacked last night had not yet fed.

His flashlight moved quickly over the empty corridor, finding nothing. Safe, for now at least.

As he hurried his pace, once again, Soushi noticed that he seemed unable to transform, though given the hostility toward those of demonic power, perhaps that was a good thing. Nine tails and his traditional clothing would be fairly likely to stand out amid the drab grey uniforms, even if it would be easier for Ririchiyo to see him, if she were about.

Soushi let out a quiet breath, glancing one last time at the place the body had fallen the night before, and continued.

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[his_legacy]

[From here]

Link made his way into the block hallway. He had gotten out early, and wasn't in any particular rush. He ought to save his energy for whatever exhausting feats may be before him this night.

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[fallenbeanpole]

[from here]

There was no sign of the carnage from the previous night; it was almost like it had never happened. Still, the Once-ler kept up his brisk pace. He didn't want to keep Soma and whoever else would be joining them waiting.

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[forsworn]

[from here]

Kratos kept his flashlight off and held loosely at his side as he walked. He knew this area well, and Tsurugi's room was not too far from his own; therefore, it was pointless to waste energy in the name of finding his way around.

He turned sharply down the appropriate hall. Even though Tsurugi was close, he didn't want to waste time. They would need all the time they could get, just in case.

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[forsworn]

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"Where did you end up last night?" Kratos asked as they walked into the adjoining hall. It was more a question of curiosity than an actual desire for information, but one never knew: Tsurugi might have found himself in someplace unusual. Kratos counted himself well-versed in the winding hallways of the institute, but he could concede without hesitation that there was still more to be discovered and explored.

[knightspirit]

"Mostly around the institute," Kyousuke responded, trying to keep up a reasonable pace. He didn't want to push himself too hard, but he didn't want to slow them down too much, either. "But there were a couple of strange places. There was a toy store, ... and a place back in my world."

He managed to keep his tone neutral, but it was still frustrating to have that sort of thing dangled and snatched away like that, so he still ended up frowning as he pushed the door to hall open.

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[freewill]

[From here.]

Castiel found that he was leaning on the walls to keep his balance more often than not as he made his way down the hall, but he preferred that to having to use those crutches. His arms were still sore from using them the day before, not to mention getting between the shifts today.

He wrapped his free arm loosely around his side, as if to keep his wound protected. As he got closer to the block's exit, he saw a familiar head of red hair. Kratos? Any other time, he might have sped up to see for himself, but that wasn't exactly possible at the moment.

Instead, Castiel went at his slow pace until he finally reached the door and half-walked, half-stumbled through it.

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[gald_digger]

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Well, this was definitely the right block. The question was, where to from here? Anise searched her memory for any recollection of Luke's room number. M19? No, that was from way back. M50? ... That was an old one too, and it wasn't even in this block. With all the times Luke had come and gone from the institute, his room number had changed a lot.

"Do you remember which room he was in?" she asked Guy with a hopeful look.

[nobleman]

It took Guy a few moments to work it out, since Luke had been in and out of here so many times, and on a few of those occasions it had been like pulling teeth to even get Luke's number from him. (He'd forgotten to check the number...)

Still, after a few moments of sitting there thinking through it, Guy turned to Anise and let out a sigh. "I think it was one of the earlier numbers. Six or seven or something like that, maybe?" He wished he'd written it down somewhere, but there wasn't much they could do about it now.

They had something to go on, so he led Anise down the hall with the rooms numbered from one to ten. It was a place to start.

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[trollverine]

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After this hall there would be another, and after that, things would be less certain. Daken was alert - not in anticipation of monster nurses, but waiting for a sign that his senses were back to normal.

So far, no metaphorical switch had flipped.

[doctor_voodoo]

[From here.]

The witch doctor made not even a whisper of sound, his lanky form was but a silent shadow gliding down the edge of the wall with his loyal doppelganger following close behind. He might as well have been an unearthly pair of shadows cast by an unseen light. Determined to reach his goal with no detection from others, Facilier kept his movements swift and devoid of noise. It took little time for his long, sneaky legs to carry him out of the patient block and out into the first stretch of hallways.

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[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar was quiet and wary as he came into the smaller hallway. It was a moment before he spoke.

"In your experience, how intelligent are the monsters here?" He was most likely just being paranoid, but that was Scar's nature. And he knew of at least one person who could have easily finish him off like that.

[thecamellia]

Tsubaki followed closely, dogging the man's steps as a shadow would. It was a familiar position for her, and one that allowed her to watch his flank in the event that the worst happened and something attacked the two of them.

"I suppose... it depends," she answered haltingly. Of course Scar must have had questions. Who wouldn't? "Most of them act not unlike animals, but there are special ones that aren't like the rest. And other prisoners who end up doing what the hospital wants them to... It's harder to say, with things so confused right now."

Sora, for instance, hadn't been some bloodthirsty monster, but when he'd changed, when he'd attacked in that dark, oily form... He'd been more intelligent than the average animal, certainly.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar only scowled, nodding.

"This happened at the worst possible time..." He trailed off, then. Because what if it was because of what was happening? A patient turned insane and inhuman? But Frank had hardly become anything with that kind of intelligence. Or maybe even-

"How many sick people have died?" He turned to Tsubaki, the words perhaps more forceful than necessary. He hadn't meant it; the idea had suddenly come on. Were the sick being killed off?

[thecamellia]

Scar's question made her stop in her tracks. How many of the ill had... died?

"I... I don't know," Tsubaki said. She only knew of Sora, and from what she knew his unfortunate death had been the result of a calculated act of self-defense. The others had been released from the hospital, as most of the prisoners who disappeared were.

Scar had been the only one attacked in such a way, or so she'd assumed...

[envy_the_sinners]

"Forget it." Scar huffed. He was being paranoid; he knew, but he couldn't help it. Perhaps there would be someone he could speak with tomorrow. Right now wasn't the time for it.