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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[prodigalson]

He was catching on to this whole telepathy thing. Well, it was more well-adjusted than Edward had ever expected from anyone, let alone a human.

"Unfortunately," he said, emphasizing as much empathy as he could muster. Now empathy was actually something he could understand. It had been quite difficult to feel bad for humans when they harmed themselves - things like breaks and fractures were simply images to be viewed through an x-ray. Even Bella, who had broken her arm because of him - even then it had been impossible to know how she felt. He had only known how it had broken his heart to see her like he had.

But now he knew, painfully so. Well, as silly as he thought Wally's sentimentalism was, he couldn't very much argue. He could have conceivably maimed for a pair of jeans and a shirt. Being a teenager for eternity had its perks.

"What happened to you? I hope it was not the fault of giant forest creatures out for your blood." Actually, it had been the opposite, but. Details.

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A giant forest creature out for blood? That sounded like a story and a half, though considering the size of some of the other things around this place, Wally probably shouldn't be too surprised that other animals would be huge and bloodthirsty too.

At Edward's question, Wally's gaze dropped to his cast and he winced, his good hand coming up to absently scratch at the edges of it.

"I ran into something bigger and nastier than usual," he explained, trying not to think too much about the ghost woman and the hair that had trapped him so he couldn't run, only struggle as his arm was twisted enough to snap bone and drive it through flesh and fabric. Of course, telling yourself to not think about things was a really great way to ensure that you did, and he wondered if he should think a quick apology at Edward for making him listen in on that.

Or change the topic, before he made things worse.

"So, uh, anyway. I was going to try and head to the pantry again tonight." Since last night had failed so spectacularly and all, and even afterwards he hadn't gotten anything to eat. Which combined with today meant that his metabolism was really not doing him any favours, at all.

And to top it all off, Wally's flashlight chose then to flicker again, almost ominously. "...and get some batteries."

[prodigalson]

If it was an consolation, Edward winced in sympathy. He'd had his own trouble with ghosts - if that was what he was to make of them - though seeing the rotting corpse of his mother hadn't led to any broken bones. Thankfully. Her memory was corrupted enough as it was now.

"You could have mine, if you'd like," he offered after the conveniently timed flickering. He slid the light out of his sling, shaking the end in a tempting way. The thing might as well get some use of it, and Edward didn't need it. There was an advantage to being able to see in the dark. "I don't really use it." And, if asked, he had his lie already prepared: light attracted the creatures (as far as he could tell). Besides, with the sheer amount of patients in the hallways sometimes, it wasn't really necessary to have his own.

... granted, it was still suspicious, but he may as well.

"As for the pantry, would you mind company? I'm on my way there as well." There. At least he didn't have to lie about everything.

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"Really?" Wally asked, eyeing the offered flashlight. "Won't you need it, though? I mean, you've gotta at least use it sometimes, right?"

Not that he was going to turn down the offer, given the chance. Sure, he could still use the spare batteries, but another flashlight would be an easy way to get around the problem until then, and he could always give it back to Edward later too.

...which only left trying to stash his own failing light and then take Edward's, which was a lot harder than it sounded, since he only had one hand working properly. Eventually Wally managed to get the flashlight in his sling, taking a moment to scratch at it again (seriously, he hoped that meant it was healing up fast, otherwise it was just plain annoying), before accepting Edward's offered one.

"You are?" he asked, pleased at the prospect of some company. "Then sure! I mean, hopefully we won't run into that thing staking out the sun room last night, but I'm sort of thinking that's a one-off thing. If we're lucky. Wanna get going then?"

He waited just long enough to make sure Edward agreed, and then Wally led the way into the next hallway.

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