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damned_institute2013-01-25 04:43 pm
asteroidbelt) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-25 04:43 pm
Night 68: M61-M70 Hallway
He'd been sitting listlessly with his head down when something changed; he felt it when he lifted his head, and glanced around the room with some degree of puzzlement. Had the room gotten brighter suddenly? The lights had flickered, before. But it wasn't just that; he felt as if he could finally breathe. The congestion in his chest was gone. That was weird. Indigestion, maybe, he thought as he crossed his arms. Probably wouldn't have happened if a certain someone hadn't forced him into eating his dinner.
Putting that aside. Ryusei had more important things to consider. For one, what his plan was tonight; he hadn't been thinking clearly enough earlier to make a decision. It was obvious now, in hindsight: his first priority was to retrieve Meteor Driver. The memories that had seemed so clear to him a moment ago seemed farther away now for some reason, but if there was even a small chance that his Driver had been taken, he needed to go confirm it. Unfortunately, he didn't know where confiscated things were kept, but it was simple enough in concept to check. Whoever was on the intercom didn't exactly mind the patients wandering around at night, did he?
Hmph. Making unfunny jokes to himself, he thought as he grabbed his flashlight. He really was losing it.
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Putting that aside. Ryusei had more important things to consider. For one, what his plan was tonight; he hadn't been thinking clearly enough earlier to make a decision. It was obvious now, in hindsight: his first priority was to retrieve Meteor Driver. The memories that had seemed so clear to him a moment ago seemed farther away now for some reason, but if there was even a small chance that his Driver had been taken, he needed to go confirm it. Unfortunately, he didn't know where confiscated things were kept, but it was simple enough in concept to check. Whoever was on the intercom didn't exactly mind the patients wandering around at night, did he?
Hmph. Making unfunny jokes to himself, he thought as he grabbed his flashlight. He really was losing it.
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He'd never really figured out what had happened to Okita either, had he? Guy had sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and then set down to eat dinner. By the time that he'd cleaned his plate and then gotten dressed into his normal outfit, the intercom came on, and he was able to yet again roll his eyes at the way Landel did a completely 180 in personality.
Tonight, all the Head Doctor had to offer were some vague and morbid words, but there was no mention of them getting lost, so maybe they would be spared that this time around. Guy grabbed for his sheath and attached it to his leggings with his belt, then fitted his sword carefully into it. After that, he grabbed his flashlight and headed out the doors. While he hadn't officially confirmed anything with Claude today, Guy knew that this was routine for them by now, so he moved out into the next hall to meet with him.
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