Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West

[freewill]

[From here.]

He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human.

The only sound was the static that periodically came from his radio. He couldn't seem to get it to let up, and he wondered if it was reacting to him or if he'd been given a faulty one.

He would have preferred the former option, but he had been knocked down too many notches when it came to the loss of his abilities, his divinity, the very things that made him him.

Castiel let out a breath that had been caught in his chest and then lowered his flashlight. He wondered how long this whole process would take, but he supposed that all depended on how well he did as a student. He fashioned himself a fast learner, but he had never been able to grasp things like popular culture.

He imagined he would do a bit better with lockpicking, though. Leaning himself against the wall, Castiel stood there quietly, waiting for Orihara to show himself.

[For Izaya.]

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[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1106225.html)]

Well! At least he wasn't the first person to end up here. Niikura eyed the one other guy standing in the hall with a little bit of curiosity; it looked like he was waiting for someone as well.

He edged over to the wall as well, maintaining a healthy distance from the other man while pointedly keeping his eyes and his flashlight beam on the space of hallway in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was that awkward routine where people kept sneaking little looks at each other because they had nothing better to do until they accidentally did it at the same time. And nothing was worse than unintentional eye contact.

He nearly started humming the Kamen Rider theme again, but realized just in the nick of time that he might attract more bats or something again. It was better to just stay quiet, as difficult as that was right now.

Hm, hm, hm, any minute now, really...

[for lawyers squared]

[the-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=78365325#t78365325).]

Although Edgeworth didn't say anything, he did notice the change in Phoenix's stride, and even if he was tempted to slow down as well, he pressed on. Someone was waiting for them, and they had dawdled enough; after all, he had put everything on the table for discussion later - some part of him hoped that would satisfy Phoenix enough for now.

"This way?" Edgeworth asked for clarification as they rounded the hall, casting his flashlight in all directions as he tried to get his bearings. As much as he was unfamiliar with all the other hallways, he couldn't quite say he was comfortable treading in completely new territory without getting a good look first. "What does this friend of yours look like?"

[in-your-defense.livejournal.com]

Phoenix did the same with his flashlight as he stopped in his tracks at Edgeworth's side, shining the beam of light from the left to the right in the effort to try to remember how he had found Niikura and Mike the first time. From what he could tell, it seemed like the distance of hall from his left and right both went down into endlessly dark corridors, not unlike it had when he had first arrived - however, if he remembered correctly, there hadn't been a flight of stairs directly in front of him before, and the hall to their left hadn't looked narrower when he had last cast his flashlight over it.

"To the right," Phoenix said quietly, with a good amount of confidence about the fact in his tone, no matter how shaken he felt on the inside. If Edgeworth wanted to discuss what was happening later, he had every right to - and Phoenix decided not to press (for once in his life), reserving his feelings for what had just transpired between the two of them for a more acceptable time. "If I'm right, Niikura should be against the opposite wall - that's where I found him last night. And he looks a lot like me," Phoenix continued, though his tone lacked enthusiasm and was rather lackluster in the face of how he was feeling internally, "that is, if I was blonde-haired and only a teenager."

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

"--actually, he looks a lot like me." Niikura stepped off from the wall, mouth curved into its usual grin as he approached the two men. "Hello there, Phoenix. I see ya have a guest in tow; nice of ya to tell me about that ahead of time." He directed the beam briefly toward not-Phoenix and continued. "Roommate? Friend from home? Actually, spare me the details for now. We gotta make tracks before we get held up by somethin', which I would hate to happen--not that I don't enjoy a good fight, but y'know, can't have too much of a good thing."

There was a pause and then: "Kidding, kidding! Anyway, wanna introduce us? Seems like he already knows my name; returnin' the favor sounds like a nice thing, doesn't it?"

No sign of Mike, though, which was odd. Maybe he wasn't going to show up? Well...Niikura would stall for a few more minutes. If the older man didn't show his ugly mug by then, he'd get them to take off.

[the-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Turning his flashlight towards Niikura, Edgeworth looked him up and down once before arching his brow at the teenager. Well...Phoenix always had had an interesting idea of friends, and Edgeworth wasn't sure if it was really the time to make light of that fact now. Rather than waiting for Phoenix to introduce him, he took it upon himself to speak first, bowing his head slightly as he did so. "Miles Edgeworth," he said, glancing over at Phoenix for a moment with a look that said 'really?' before he looked back at Niikura. "I've been lead to believe that you know where we can acquire some sort of equipment for the...interesting creatures of the night that I've heard so much about."

[in-your-defense.livejournal.com]

"...!" Phoenix jumped at Niikura's sudden appearance, his heart pounding in his chest. Choosing to remain silent while both Edgeworth and Niikura talked, Phoenix took a moment to recompose himself and collect the scattered remains of his nerves.

Once he was capable of responding, Phoenix deadpanned at both Edgeworth and Niikura, as if to say Why is all of this my fault?. "...we ran into each other only a little while ago," Phoenix began, before he lifted his right hand, scratching his head awkwardly. Hearing Edgeworth introduce himself instead of waiting for Phoenix to do so was slightly discouraging, but the defense attorney barrelled onwards, not sure of what else he should do. "Edgeworth and I are colleagues and childhood friends...and we needed to get his jacket. Sorry that we took so long to get here."

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

"Hm, well, nice to meet ya, Edgeworth-san." The name came out slightly garbled in his hideous English, but at least it was understandable. He really needed to put some effort into eliminating his accent when it came to all these foreign names - he really could when he put his mind to it - unless he wanted to continue embarrassing himself in these small ways...

Niikura smiled crookedly at Phoenix's explanation. "Well, ya know, you're here now and that's what counts. Hopefully, we've still got enough time. Should get goin' in any case--we're headin' to a shed out on the rec field, if you're wonderin'. Went there my first night here, ran into this guy who thought he was a bona fide pirate...almost burnt my face off..."

He cast an eye down the hall as if he were sizing it up and then began slouching back the way he'd come from, beckoning vaguely over his shoulder for them to follow. "Last time I ever follow anythin' those idiots over the radio tell me for sure..."

[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1105943.html?thread=78415895#t78415895)]