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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.]
M3
He hadn't thought about Jessie for a long time. Not since Meteor. The time after that, he'd spent looking to the future, not looking back at his past, and he had his reasons for it. Certainly the pang that hit him somewhere above the spleen every time her face (and Biggs, and Wedge's) popped up in his mind's eye was one. Tonight, though; tonight, her words came up unexpectedly out of the reservoir of his memories, a quiet whisper that melted into the silence around him. A warning, maybe, from his subconscious? A hint from something else? Just another way for this day to get worse than it already was?
Whatever it was, it prompted Cloud to flick on the switch of his flashlight instead of leaving his room just like that as he'd intended to originally. The afternoon had served to drive home the fact that his eyesight wasn't quite what it used to be, among other facts, and he knew it would be for him to be able to see if something came at him rather than trying to minimize his being found out.
After all, Cloud was sure he could take on whatever this place threw at him, weapons or no weapons.
He closed the door behind him with not so much as a snick before letting the beam of the flashlight spill out in front of him, pupils dilated as his eyes scanned the area ahead. The hall seemed to be empty now (he'd heard voices earlier) and he took that as a cue to move on forward, his mind now on the intercom announcement. Judging by that as well as the commotion in the Sun Room earlier on, Cloud had been brought here at an ... interesting time, to put it mildly. Wherever here was; he was sure this wasn't even the Eastern Continent anymore. Some kind of military (he couldn't recognize their uniforms) had been deployed into the "Institute", the administration seemed to be on shaky legs, and clearly this wasn't the routine around here.
Fair enough. He'd be another anomaly in the place before he bust on out of here-- but there was one thing he had to make sure of first. Something important. Something... that had been gnawing at his mind ever since his meeting with that girl with the pinkish hair, that he'd tried not to think on too hard because that would mean losing his focus on the main objective. Which was, putting it simply, to get out of this place.
Reached the end of the long line of doors on either side of him, Cloud paused, sliding a palm over the flashlight to dull the light before turning the corner carefully. See, once you lost your focus, it was hard to get it back...
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