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damned_institute2011-05-29 02:26 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2011-05-29 02:26 pm
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Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West
[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.]
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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There were only a few people in the main hall, and they all looked like regular prisoners. Morgan didn't bother with more than a quick glance at them. She was just opening her mouth to ask Guybrush whether he'd found anything worthwhile in the antique shop when his radio crackled to life.
"Oh my God," she said when the broadcast shut off. "Was that Landel? Actually talking about helping people get out of here?" No way. LeChuck was a master of that no-really-I'm-just-a-normal-swashbuckler-like-you routine too, and Morgan didn't buy it any more from a kidnapper than she did from a murderous voodoo-soaked undead pirate with poor personal hygiene.
Morgan stalked ahead, scowling at the darkness in front of them like she expected Landel to step right out of it. "He must think we're idiots."
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While adjusting his assortment of items, Guybrush kept an ear on the radio, occasionally pausing out of pure disbelief over what was being said. Wait, Landel helping people? And working for What's-His-Name on the other end? Surely this wasn't the same crazy doctor De Landel and his brainwashing team of terror.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I believe this myself," Guybrush said through his teeth as the broadcast ended. "It sounds like a plan nuts enough for LeChuck, right down to the part where he pretends to be a good guy just long enough to gain our trust, then he comes out and stabs us in the gut. My roommate said he had a pretty dramatic exit from the building when he was fired, but it's hard to think he might be on our side now. Kind of difficult to forget the fact that he kidnapped us in the first place." And that wasn't including the part where Landel ruined his marriage and the time-space continuum, as well.
"But no worry," he continued. "There's got to be a limit on how far they'll drag us back to the building. If nothing else, we'll get to roam around town taking anything that looks useful. And we may even find some grog! I'm pretty sure I saw a bar in town." He knew in his heart that grog probably wasn't on the list for items necessary for a successful Escape from Landel's Institute™, but he could dream.
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"We need to pay attention and figure out how they're knocking us out," she ordered. "It always seems like I just lose consciousness, but it's not like someone's coming up behind me and whacking me on the head. If it's like that gas from the other morning, maybe we can figure out a way to stop it.
"And...a grog on the way wouldn't be bad either."
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