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damned_institute2011-07-16 02:12 am
inherited) wrote in damned_institute2011-07-16 02:12 am
Entry tags:
- albedo,
- badd,
- castiel,
- claire littleton,
- claire stanfield,
- donna,
- gant,
- guybrush,
- ippo,
- izaya,
- jessica drew,
- kairi,
- kratos,
- meekins,
- riku,
- rose (tvd),
- sechs,
- sonia,
- sora,
- terra branford,
- the scarecrow,
- utena,
- venom,
- yomi,
- zack,
- zero,
- zex
Night 57: Main Hallway, 1-East
[from here]
As far as Riku knew—which wasn't a reliable piece of information in the least—this was approaching new territory for him. It was the first time he tempted fate by going somewhere without one of his friends since he first woke up in this place. If it wasn't Sora or Kairi that was there with him, it was Naminé; to some degree, each one had been there for him on the various nights that passed. Before, it hadn't been a guarantee for success; maybe part of the concern was that there were too many feelings involved. When he worked before, cloaked with the blindfold that hid his worries and fears, he was weighed down by the need to do something for his friends, if not their actual presences.
It was a thought that he needed to stall immediately. That was agreeing with the Shadow, after all. Then again, that Shadow wouldn't have expected him to have gained one still unknown comrade for the night. His impression of this guy wasn't fully made up yet, but it was getting there fast. Even if he had a gun and he was young—which, for anyone else, might actually make them stall, but Riku had been promised heroic adventures at the age of five by a stranger with brown hair—he still had a head on his shoulder and an obviously distinct way of being.
Riku realized that as they grew closer to where this med wing was that if he was getting here with Sora or Kairi, he wouldn't be trying out the drugs for a change in his experience. Neither of them would let him, and his own guilt would be overridden by his sense to accomplish something. But they weren't here tonight. He had no way of knowing if they were even still in Landel's. Any plans he could make were based off maybes, so he had to focus on now.
He slowed considerably to glance down toward Albedo. The guy still had a question to answer, and it seemed wise to get that out of the way before they had these drugs in their systems.
As far as Riku knew—which wasn't a reliable piece of information in the least—this was approaching new territory for him. It was the first time he tempted fate by going somewhere without one of his friends since he first woke up in this place. If it wasn't Sora or Kairi that was there with him, it was Naminé; to some degree, each one had been there for him on the various nights that passed. Before, it hadn't been a guarantee for success; maybe part of the concern was that there were too many feelings involved. When he worked before, cloaked with the blindfold that hid his worries and fears, he was weighed down by the need to do something for his friends, if not their actual presences.
It was a thought that he needed to stall immediately. That was agreeing with the Shadow, after all. Then again, that Shadow wouldn't have expected him to have gained one still unknown comrade for the night. His impression of this guy wasn't fully made up yet, but it was getting there fast. Even if he had a gun and he was young—which, for anyone else, might actually make them stall, but Riku had been promised heroic adventures at the age of five by a stranger with brown hair—he still had a head on his shoulder and an obviously distinct way of being.
Riku realized that as they grew closer to where this med wing was that if he was getting here with Sora or Kairi, he wouldn't be trying out the drugs for a change in his experience. Neither of them would let him, and his own guilt would be overridden by his sense to accomplish something. But they weren't here tonight. He had no way of knowing if they were even still in Landel's. Any plans he could make were based off maybes, so he had to focus on now.
He slowed considerably to glance down toward Albedo. The guy still had a question to answer, and it seemed wise to get that out of the way before they had these drugs in their systems.
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Taking a few quick steps, Guybrush caught up with Javert once he resisted the temptation to take a peek into the Sun Room. They were nearing where Aguilar said the medical wing would be- he figured the inspector might know exactly which door to take.
"As for whether or not they were effective, that's a little easier. The guy I was talking to seemed pretty cheesed about it. Then again, he wasn't happy when he caught me snooping over his shoulder to read his letter, either. I guess they're about as effective as the visitors."
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"I suppose Aguilar would do the efficient thing and save himself some time. More letters, fewer visitors to actually brainwash." He knew perfectly well who would be doing the letter-writing should he ever receive any, and he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved that he had managed to avoid the man in question once again. There was a certain irony there, he supposed, but he had no particular desire to pursue that avenue of thought.
The infirmary door was open, and Javert walked in without preamble.
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