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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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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.]