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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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"Hm?" He looked over, arching an eyebrow, apparently having missed whatever it was that had excited Souji. "Did you get it to work?" He wouldn't even care about the minor embarrassment of having to have Souji work it out for him if he could just have his tobacco, finally.
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With the fire-starter out of his hands, Okita looked at their surroundings, realizing they'd reached the end of the long main hall of the building. He'd never been down this way except to go see that interesting doctor who wanted to talk to him about his "issues" or whatever it had been. Okita remembered the first door was where he'd gone before, but... There was a second one now, left open and with the sounds of people coming and going. That had to be the medical wing.
He paused and tugged on Hijikata's sleeve, pointing forward. "I think that's where we need to go."
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Of course, he wasn't actually counting on Souji cluing him in.
He looked away from the lighter when Souji tugged on his sleeve--again with the lack of maturity--and towards the open room.
"That," he replied, setting aside his lighter experiments for the moment, "looks like a trap." Souji wanted to check it out, though, so he'd go along with it, though he wasn't about to lower his guard.
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