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damned_institute2013-01-27 05:47 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-27 05:47 pm
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Night 68: M31-M40 Hallway
When Castiel was returned to his room, crutches and all, he saw that Kobayashi was fast asleep in the bed. Was he still sick? If so, then that was someone else that Castiel had failed to procure a cure for. Castiel kept an eye on him for any signs of illness, but a check of his forehead showed that he wasn't feverish. Either way, there wasn't anything he could do for him now, so he eventually set his crutches aside and limped over to his desk chair, sitting down to eat.
Lust wanted to meet up with him, and Castiel had the feeling that he knew why. Whoever she'd gotten the cure for might not have shown up after all, which meant... what? What would she want from him? It wasn't as if he could heal or revive people here, so whatever had happened, he wouldn't be of much help.
Then again, at least he had a plan for the night, something he could focus on while he did the last of his healing. He was still curious about Soushi after his conversation with Lingormr, but he would need to talk to the part-demon himself before he made any decisions on that.
The intercom came on then, with Landel carrying on with his charade before he switched gears and taunted them. Castiel didn't notice any clues or hints hidden in his words, though he knew he should still be prepared for things to not go smoothly tonight. After all, there was no other way for them to go.
Somehow, he managed to get a few bites of pasta down before his stomach started to rebel against it, and at that point he hauled himself out of his chair to grab his trenchcoat. He pulled it over his shoulders and then slipped his arms in before grabbing his blade, which he placed in the coat's pocket. Once he had his flashlight, he was ready. Since Castiel knew that the crutches would only slow him down and he could more or less walk on his own now, even if it was painful, he left them behind. He gave his roommate one last look before he stepped out into the dark hallway, off to meet Lust.
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Lust wanted to meet up with him, and Castiel had the feeling that he knew why. Whoever she'd gotten the cure for might not have shown up after all, which meant... what? What would she want from him? It wasn't as if he could heal or revive people here, so whatever had happened, he wouldn't be of much help.
Then again, at least he had a plan for the night, something he could focus on while he did the last of his healing. He was still curious about Soushi after his conversation with Lingormr, but he would need to talk to the part-demon himself before he made any decisions on that.
The intercom came on then, with Landel carrying on with his charade before he switched gears and taunted them. Castiel didn't notice any clues or hints hidden in his words, though he knew he should still be prepared for things to not go smoothly tonight. After all, there was no other way for them to go.
Somehow, he managed to get a few bites of pasta down before his stomach started to rebel against it, and at that point he hauled himself out of his chair to grab his trenchcoat. He pulled it over his shoulders and then slipped his arms in before grabbing his blade, which he placed in the coat's pocket. Once he had his flashlight, he was ready. Since Castiel knew that the crutches would only slow him down and he could more or less walk on his own now, even if it was painful, he left them behind. He gave his roommate one last look before he stepped out into the dark hallway, off to meet Lust.
[To here.]
M39
Speaking of which, what the hell time was it? His nurse hadn't come barging through the door the moment he woke (which he was pretty sure had to be some kind of NEXT power. How in the hell could that woman know when to come in right on time every time?), so it couldn't have been morning. Was it the evening? Had he honestly slept the entire day away?
"D'ah!" He had to get dressed! Barnaby was going to be so pissed with him! He could already hear the accusations about he had tried to weasel out of their "big talk" by running horribly late. Trying in vain to untangle himself from the sheets on his bed, the older man fell to the cold, tile floor below with a squawk and crawled to his wardrobe until he was completely free of the feisty fabric's clutches. Finally upright and somewhat dignified once again, Kotetsu quickly redressed in the dark, fumbling with his tie and the buttons his shirt longer than he would have liked.
Taking a deep breath to still his rapid heartbeat, Wild Tiger fitted his mask over his eyes and grabbed his flashlight, you know, so he could find the damn door in this bleak blackness. Really, was that any way to treat an old man? Those damn nurses thought they were so damn infallible! Tche!
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