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damned_institute2011-02-09 12:09 pm
lighthearted) wrote in damned_institute2011-02-09 12:09 pm
Entry tags:
- battler,
- canada,
- cloud,
- dean winchester,
- goku,
- kibitoshin,
- ranulf,
- sora,
- touya,
- yuffie
Night 54: M1-M10 Hallway
Having to endure an empty room for yet another night had Sora worried. Were they not planning to give him a new roommate? He didn't know how these soldier people worked -- would they rather that patients were left in their rooms alone? That didn't make much sense, but he really didn't know what to expect anymore.
Most people would have been glad to have a room to themselves, but Sora wasn't most people. He wanted someone there who he could talk things over with while he ate his dinner. Instead, he had eaten his meal in silence, still reeling from the announcement that Landel was being replaced. It was something he would have preferred to discuss with someone else rather than dwell on alone, but he could always do that when he met up with Kairi and Riku.
That was the one good thing he had going for the moment; Sora was glad that the three of them were going to be side-by-side once more. He was particularly interested in hearing what Kairi had to say, since she'd also been here for a long time.
His dinner was interrupted by IRIS coming on, and Sora frowned when the automated voice became distorted once more. A program was being initiated? What did that mean?
He'd expected for IRIS to continue through the whole night, but soon after that a more human voice was heard. But even as Sora tried to place it, he realized that it was new, totally different from Landel's usual loud tone. But there was still a threat in those words, still a hint that something was going to happen tonight. Sora had already counted on that. With everything that had happened, how couldn't there be?
He just hoped that he and his friends could manage to get somewhere even with the odds stacked against them. Sora quickly changed from his Landel's uniform into his more familiar clothes from home and then grabbed for his flashlight (while also remembering to take Venom's copied note at the last moment; he wanted Kairi to see it too).
Once he was ready, he quietly moved out of his room and headed down the hall.
[To here.]
Most people would have been glad to have a room to themselves, but Sora wasn't most people. He wanted someone there who he could talk things over with while he ate his dinner. Instead, he had eaten his meal in silence, still reeling from the announcement that Landel was being replaced. It was something he would have preferred to discuss with someone else rather than dwell on alone, but he could always do that when he met up with Kairi and Riku.
That was the one good thing he had going for the moment; Sora was glad that the three of them were going to be side-by-side once more. He was particularly interested in hearing what Kairi had to say, since she'd also been here for a long time.
His dinner was interrupted by IRIS coming on, and Sora frowned when the automated voice became distorted once more. A program was being initiated? What did that mean?
He'd expected for IRIS to continue through the whole night, but soon after that a more human voice was heard. But even as Sora tried to place it, he realized that it was new, totally different from Landel's usual loud tone. But there was still a threat in those words, still a hint that something was going to happen tonight. Sora had already counted on that. With everything that had happened, how couldn't there be?
He just hoped that he and his friends could manage to get somewhere even with the odds stacked against them. Sora quickly changed from his Landel's uniform into his more familiar clothes from home and then grabbed for his flashlight (while also remembering to take Venom's copied note at the last moment; he wanted Kairi to see it too).
Once he was ready, he quietly moved out of his room and headed down the hall.
[To here.]
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The move was instantaneous, and Castiel felt the change in temperature (from the cold outside air to the more heated patient room) and yet managed to keep his balance and bearing. He was right at Dean's side, as he'd planned to be, with Orihara standing next to him.
He took his hand off of the young man immediately, turning to Dean first. Though he didn't miss the fact that there was one other patient there, a girl in full outfit and heavily armed. Her choice of weaponry was a bit antiquated, though Castiel wasn't one to judge such a thing, seeing how he normally fought with a knife or his fists.
"Dean," he greeted immediately, only realizing at a delay that this version of the older Winchester wasn't exactly used to his sudden appearances.
But this was fortunate. It would prove that he wasn't all talk, that he was in fact capable of more than a human. Whether it would convince the man that he was an angel remained to be seen, but he was allowing himself to be hopeful.
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Izaya might have enjoyed the first instance of teleporting, but this second one was another matter. He'd been prepared for the first time (or as prepared as he could have been), but Castiel had taken hold of his arm without warning this time. A wave of uncertainty washed over him, about—... Well, it must have been about the teleporting. If Castiel could only go places he'd been, was this really usefully? Was this even safe?
The next thing he knew, they were back inside, near a man and a young lady in clothes that might have been trendy somewhere, but who (thanks to the weapons) practically looked like she was dressed in some cosplay. Castiel apparently knew the guy.
Castiel was paying more attention to his acquaintance than Izaya at the moment, but that didn't stop Izaya from commenting (more sharply than he'd meant to), "Warn me the next time you try that."
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Half a second before, wham! Two guys! Out of nowhere!
"The hell?!" Yuffie yelped, startling backwards. The motion took her straight into the closed door of the closet; the handle dug uncomfortably into her back, and she hopped forward again to escape it. "You guys—that's—rude, geez!" It was halfway through her mess of exclamations that Yuffie realized she'd automatically brought her shuriken up, holding it at the ready to… to… decapitate, or something. Maybe. (And there it went, in the back of her mind; a quick-flash replay of solid steel and cracking bones.)
Yuffie kept her eyes fixed on the interlopers, careful and measuring despite her more energetic outward reaction. It was strange… her body had moved on its own, almost, more quickly that she could keep up with. Her hands were dead steady, both of them, and although the shuriken felt heavy, it also felt familiar—too familiar to be discomforting. But she didn't move to attack, or to run away (not that she could've, she knew; ninja or not, they were between her and the door, and it wasn't like there was a whole lot of room left anyway.) If Dean knew the guy—one or both—then how this played out was his call, not hers.
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Dean jumped at the voice and presence suddenly at his side, starting as he whirled away and found himself almost side by side with Yuffie. Okay, so having a wall at your back wasn't the best move but what the hell? How did Castiel and - okay, he didn't know who the other guy was, but seriously, did it even matter - get in here. Dean had his hand on his knife without even thinking about it, even if Yuffie had beat him to the punch with her shuriken. Dean didn't quite relax, his heart still racing as he glanced from Castiel to...well, whoever his pal was.
"How'd you get in here?" Dean found his voice. "Who're you?"
Castiel, he knew. But seeing as he plain wasn't used to people just beaming into his room, he thought he had a right to know who was gonna be popping in. Was this more of those rings teleporting folks around? Dean couldn't even tell Yuffie, with her memory all shot to hell, if this was normal, 'cause he didn't even know himself.
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A room, with both Dean and a female in it. He'd known Dean for long enough to realize that this signified. Copulation befuddled the angel, but it was not his place to judge. In that case, he would need to quickly explain and move on.
Ignoring the weapons that were raised against him, Castiel glanced around the room for a moment, noticing that it was identical to his own. Then he turned to Dean and gave a minute shrug of his shoulders. "I had reason to believe that you did not trust what I said about what I am." The skepticism had been clear on both Dean and Sam's faces that first day.
"It appears that some of my power has returned to me. I felt that I should show it to you firsthand." Now it would be difficult for Dean to argue with his claim; that was his theory, at the least.
"However, it seems that you are busy," Castiel continued with a pointed glance in the girl's direction, "so I will take my leave." He glanced to Orihara then, giving him a silent warning that they would be moving again soon.
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He might not have liked the lack of warning beforehand, but the situation had proved to be interesting, dropping in unannounced on Castiel's friend and cosplay girlfriend like this. The girl was so flustered, and the man—Dean, Castiel had called him?—looked like he was on edge from their sudden appearance, too. If this 'Dean' knew Castiel, it didn't seem like he'd known what the man was capable of.
Castiel's words confirmed as much—and there was something else in there, too: the mention of other abilites, and... 'What I am', he'd said; not 'who I am'. It was an interesting choice of words, and one that Izaya would keep in mind for later. Now wasn't the time, not yet. Not until he knew better which questions needed asking.
Dean had asked another a question, too—likely directed at Izaya himself if he did know Castiel—but he wasn't going to give an answer now; if Dean was asking him, Izaya would leave the introductions for when they met again, if they met again. He nodded at Castiel instead; if he was done, it was time to get out of there and on to more interesting things—as nice as staying to see what else they might do might be.
"Ready," he said quietly. "Let's go."
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It had been a relief when Dean had reacted just as… badly wasn't the word for it; they could've been so totally screwed right there, her instincts told her. Quick thinking saved lives! Flinching was a reflex for a reason! Maybe she didn't know for sure what kind of life she'd lived back then, but duh, putting a weapon between creepy-weird interlopers with super teleportation powers was just common sense.
… Okay, maybe jumping back into the closet had been on th dumb side, but nine out ten wasn't a bad score? Right? Right. But anyway, that guy had given her a look like… like… like something, and Yuffie didn't like it.
"Damn straight we're busy," she said grumpily, fingers clenching against the crossbar of her shuriken. "We were just about to head out when you jerks showed up." She lifted her chin in defiant irritation, waiting for the two to leave and hoping they didn't try any funny business as a parting shot.
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At least Yuffie was still in the same, non-crazy boat as him.
Dean lowered his knife, figuring by now if Castiel and his boyfriend were gonna attack them, they would've done it already. Besides, that shuriken's of Yuffie was a pretty big deterrent there. Dean wouldn't want to be on the end of that, that was for sure. Dean by now had settled for feeling pissed and - okay, he wouldn't call it violated 'cause another dude was making eyes at him, but c'mon. How were you supposed to feel when two guys just blipped in for a dick measuring contest and then planned to blip out.
"Try knocking, Jesus Christ," Dean sputtered. Yeah, there wasn't exactly a friggen manual for this. At least Yuffie here was normal. Sorta normal. Ignoring the memory thing, she was being reasonable about this.
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First, their presence wasn't wanted. Second, Dean didn't seem to be entirely convinced, even after that display. It definitely smarted, but it wasn't as if he could ask for more details when there was a stranger present. More than that, he hadn't even told Orihara of what he truly was, though he wouldn't be surprised if the human had questions before long.
"I apologize," he said with a shake of his head before turning his attention to Dean. "We must talk later." When that would be depended on a number of things.
But they had to get going, and at this point Castiel wasn't sure where. He now knew that he could go to places he'd been before (in this area, that is) as well as to the locations of people who he knew, and as far as he could tell, that was the extent of his flight.
It wasn't much, but it was certainly convenient for exploration, especially when time was so short. But there was one more question that Castiel needed to answer, and that was whether or not Gabriel's power had returned. Seeing how his older sibling was an archangel and therefore had more power by nature, it was possible that he could fly further. Either way, Castiel needed to see.
He turned to Orihara finally, slowly reaching a hand forward so that the young man could be prepared. "We're going." And then he set his hand on the other's shoulder and in the next second they were gone.
[To here.]