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damned_institute2013-05-06 12:47 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2013-05-06 12:47 pm
Entry tags:
- anise,
- castiel,
- claude,
- edward elric,
- guy,
- lloyd,
- ryusei,
- skulduggery,
- tsurugi,
- zero
Night 70: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
It was quiet -- so quiet that Castiel slowed his pace slightly, keeping a careful eye on the dark hallway that stretched out in front of him. With the help of his flashlight he was able to spot the stairs that would have taken him up to the second floor, if that was where he wanted to go. Instead, access to the third floor was supposedly found here on the ground level. That was the exact sort of confusion that he would expect from the Head Doctor, however.
As empty as the area was, there didn't seem to be any sign of monsters or ghosts, either. He was alone, and while that might have been frightening to a human, Castiel saw it as liberating. He squared his shoulders and kept moving toward the meeting place he and Kratos had decided on.
[To here.]
It was quiet -- so quiet that Castiel slowed his pace slightly, keeping a careful eye on the dark hallway that stretched out in front of him. With the help of his flashlight he was able to spot the stairs that would have taken him up to the second floor, if that was where he wanted to go. Instead, access to the third floor was supposedly found here on the ground level. That was the exact sort of confusion that he would expect from the Head Doctor, however.
As empty as the area was, there didn't seem to be any sign of monsters or ghosts, either. He was alone, and while that might have been frightening to a human, Castiel saw it as liberating. He squared his shoulders and kept moving toward the meeting place he and Kratos had decided on.
[To here.]
no subject
He slowed down because he realized he was being ridiculous. Even if he'd been told that such things similar to ghosts did exist and even if Gabe had corroborated the story, the circumstances hadn't been reproduced. He wasn't traveling with two guys taller than he was, one of whom had been chanting something, and it wasn't the same night, and—
And it wasn't the same hallway. His step faltered, but only once. This was the only way forward that he knew. He'd deal with anything if it came up.
[to here]