damned_institute | Night 54: East Wing, Hall A [2nd Floor]

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So far, it seemed they were the only ones on that side of the main hall. Edgar wasn't about to complain- after all, that meant the storerooms would still be full, the wares there not yet picked clean by other resourceful patients. He shook his light as the beam wavered again, shining it down the corridor and into the corners. The doors to the storage closets were in sight now, and they were an encouraging sight indeed.

Aside from darkness, silence filled the hallway. Edgar decided to try his hand at conversation, now that they were away from the rest of the patients. He knelt beside the left door first, inspecting the lock- as with other nights, it was as though it had never been broken. Aligning the handle of his flashlight just below the lock, he prepared to break it.

"In regard to what he was saying just now..." The first hit made a crack, but the door didn't budge. "Were you in the Sun Room just before dinner?" There was another crack from the second hit, and the door creaked open. Edgar stood, rubbing the side of his hand, allowing Ryuuzaki passage into the room.

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Interesting like...a robot, perhaps? A pirate? An android? Hmm. Amused, Maya considered the odd conversations she'd had the last few days. They made quite more sense now, but Maya wasn't keen on simply accepting those assertions on the words of what may be madmen or madwomen. Even if it meant Maya would be doubted herself, but the Fangire existence was a secret from most humans anyway, hm?

"What do you do? What's it like?" Not to catch Senna in a lie, or to have her prove anything; merely curious.

But on the topic of curiosity.... Maya took a moment to look around. The previous hallway had been more or less more of the same, but this one was lined with doors. Not unlike the bedroom halls, but Maya noticed the spacing between the doors were not as even. "Storerooms, I presume?" she asked, wandering over to inspect the doorknob of one.

As a Shinigami. Right. Focus on that and not the rest. As Maya wandered, Senna moved to the correct door and leaned next to it, content to wait until the other was satisfied. Storerooms? She couldn't say. "Don't know really. I haven't been in a lot of areas inside. I've been mostly doing outside work."

For the other stuff... "Well. We help the spirits of the dead pass on, for one. Some just need a little help, and we can provide that. Others... get a bit more problematic if left alone, and we sometimes have to fight them. Along with some other stuff." Which... she wasn't going into. "It's not too bad really. I mean, I don't have to deal with some of the class system stuff going on, since I'm mainly in the human world, but in general...." She smiled to herself, thinking of a little boy waving to her. "It's nice. To be able to help people like that."

To Maya, it sounded like a lot of effort for little gain. Class system, indeed. Though she supposed the feeling of helping people was its own reward, in a sense.

"Do you come across spirits who are...unusual?" she asked as she abandoned the doorknob and approached. For all Maya knew, the spirits of Fangire might be commonplace for Senna. Then again, perhaps not. Maya knew of several rites that called on the souls of shattered Fangire. A mystery, indeed.

Less so than what were behind these doors, perhaps. "Shall we explore the other doors afterward, then?"

Unusual, huh? Like Blanks, maybe. Or... like Senna, in a way. She straightened to start moving through the open door. "Yeah, sometimes," she answered vaguely. "But it's not that common." Every few hundred years or so, you know the drill. Still, she tried not to think about it, and smiled over her shoulder at Maya. "Yeah, we should."

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And back into the hall it was.

"Alright," she said in response well-naturedly. Even Senna found the question and answer combo strange. What Maya had asked was oddly specific for something who was just curious, but Senna also understood the need for certain things to maintain themselves as secrets. She stretched her arms above her head, keeping a casual look. "Well~," she started, tone lighter. "Where did you want to go to now? I'm yours for the rest of the night."

She twirled around and pointed a finger at her roommate. "Think of me as your bodyguard," she said with a friendly grin. And... Hopefully, she'd have more luck than in the past. She had gained some seriousness--hopefully, she would be able to protect now, without any hesitation.

...Then again. It wasn't as if monsters were patients. It wasn't like those times. They were different.

A bodyguard; how novel. Maya had never thought herself as someone who needed it before, but—with the pipe in her hands—she reminded herself that she quite did need one. Certainly she'd wished for one at a few points during the last few years. However, that wish had been slightly different from the arrangement now—but there was no reason not to be grateful to Senna.

But to give the question some thought. Maya looked both ways down the hallway from the point they were standing, and considered. Senna had said she didn't know what lay beyond the other doors, so there was little point in asking her to details, she supposed. "The nearest door, then?" she proposed.

A random exploring party. Hey, it had potential. "Sounds good to me," she replied. The closest door was just across the hall. Senna moved to it, tried the knob. No go. The girl frowned. Well~ That could be helped out. Served the place if some stuff got broke. She slid her sword out from her belt, then flipped it around. And apologized silently for the use.

She brought the hilt down hard twice, the second strike breaking off the knob. "Alright!" she beamed. "Onward!"

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Night 54: East Wing, Hall A [2nd Floor]

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