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damned_institute2011-09-07 04:47 pm
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2011-09-07 04:47 pm
Night 58: M51-M60 Hallway
...The doors unlocked and Albedo was gone.
Though, to be fair, we'll back up a moment to add context.
The shift was not a gradual thing--Albedo's day had been interesting, to say the least, but it was not altogether bad. The adjust came right before the boy took off, when the link flared between black and white with little context. And Nigredo only felt confusion, then a sharp fear that burned, then the strong pulse of heavy anger. There was no context, as stated, and Albedo had a ring that went to his brother's door. The reaction, then, was understood; the action only the simplest of what would be done.
Albedo sent a demand and a concern at his sibling in advance, then, in some fury, slammed his hand against the wall.
[teleporting to here]
Though, to be fair, we'll back up a moment to add context.
The shift was not a gradual thing--Albedo's day had been interesting, to say the least, but it was not altogether bad. The adjust came right before the boy took off, when the link flared between black and white with little context. And Nigredo only felt confusion, then a sharp fear that burned, then the strong pulse of heavy anger. There was no context, as stated, and Albedo had a ring that went to his brother's door. The reaction, then, was understood; the action only the simplest of what would be done.
Albedo sent a demand and a concern at his sibling in advance, then, in some fury, slammed his hand against the wall.
[teleporting to here]
M52
The boxer held his breath as the minutes ticked by. Nothing but silence greeted him in his room. No pain shot through his body, signalling a transformation. Whatever had been in those pills last night was not a reoccurring side effect. He wouldn't be turning into a giant sheep this evening. With a sigh of relief, Ippo sat up from his bed and moved to find his flashlight. Ritsuka had a plate of normal food with his name on it and Ippo hated to make the boy wait.
Scooting off his bed, he moved his personal table and lifted his equipment box that handled all of his institutional-issued items. The heavy flashlight was a familiar sight, but these were not. Ippo picked up one of the metal rings and held it close to his face for a better look. The rings were for his fingers, he eventually realized. Brass knuckles, he surmised. How strange. Ippo had never seen a pair before. He knew what they did, how they distributed pressure so your hand didn't break over whatever you were punching, but he couldn't imagine why--
Ippo made to leave them, but curiosity got the better of him and he tried them both on. Even though his fingers were rather large, they fit him perfectly. His eyes drifted away from the brass knuckles slowly as he closed his lock-box and took his flashlight. He supposed self defense was excuse enough to bring them. Ippo didn't want to think about what the real answer probably was.
One last deep breath and the boxer stepped out of his room, turned on his light, and retraced his steps back to his friend's room.
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Zack hadn't even been able to meet the newest one, a redhead who arrived back to their room and promptly fell into bed. He didn't know what to make of that, since that was usually a sign of someone being on their way out rather than in. It wasn't something that Zack could worry about too much, though. At this point, he didn't even know if he should get too close to the people who he shared his room with, seeing how it seemed to have a revolving door built in.
It was a shame, too. Most of the people who had come through M57 had been perfectly nice, Phoenix included. Zack didn't know if it was him or just bad luck, but it wasn't something he had any control over.
Either way, he had a new, properly big sword as reward for what he'd gone through the night before, which meant that his promise to return Lightning's weapon wasn't one he had to kick himself for now. He did feel bad about how their conversation had gone, but if he'd gotten a second chance at it he wouldn't have handled it any differently. He was the sort of person who was going to own up to what he did.
With no announcement to react to and a roommate who was dead to the world for the moment, Zack didn't have to do much in the way of preparation. He ended up bringing one of his pillowcases along to store his flashlight and radio, tying the end around his arm while he carried a sword in each hand. He'd be able to readjust once he delivered the short sword, at least.
With that all taken care of, Zack let out a breath and then headed out of his room and down the hall.
[Skipping to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1162099.html?thread=79942515#t79942515).]
In and out of M55
Coming upon the hallway with the intended door, Brook put aside the usual pleasantries that he might have observed and bypassed knocking altogether. The moment he reached the door, he simply opened it and called, "Sai-san?" in a tentative, yet hopeful manner.
Sadly, no response met him, as was fitting for an empty room. He may have thought instantly that no one had resided there, however the leftovers of a single dinner plate put that belief to rest. Still, only one plate did raise concerns. Had it belonged to Sai, or to his roommate - that young man Brook had only seen once before? Brook of all people knew that roommates came and went and were shuffled around at will, but he had no desire to think that Sai's roommate had gone missing anymore than he wanted Sai to be gone.
Whatever the case, the lone plate let him know that someone had been in the room - and whomever it was, he had left already.
"That's one less place to search," Brook breathed calmly as he pushed the new-found possibilities to the back of his mind. Searching for the person who'd been here would likely get him nowhere. He could end up searching the whole night and find neither Sai nor his roommate for confirmation. He would just have to hope that both young men were safe somewhere and keep on looking regardless. He still had the Infirmary to seek out, and if all else failed...
"Right! On to the Infirmary!" he eventually announced as a motivator and headed right back the way he'd come.
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The vampire was at a point where a strange kind of numbness was settling over him while the more rational aspects of his mind worked to sort out the last day's trials. He knew without needing to be told that if he immersed himself in the fury he felt over Sai's demise, it would paralyze him as effectively as the Coliseum's protective barriers. There was no outlet for it, no avenue in which to spend it productively. If he hunted... Aidou didn't know if he could stand it. Holding himself back when he had already been made so helpless. His victim would take the brunt of his anger if he wasn't careful, and that was why Aidou was pushing his hunger to the farthest corner of his mind.
Spending time on procuring blood... no, he didn't want to direct his efforts there. Neither was he burning with desire to return to the basement, though he would have to eventually. A different kind of blood had been shed down there--a wealth of blood--and the weight of that knowledge was still heavy on his shoulders.
He knew the first place he needed to go, though, and when he had made his preparations for the night, M58 was where he set his sights. The vampire didn't bother knocking, just opened the door to an empty room. Still no Sasuke.
What was he supposed to think about that? "Where are you?"
Not here. You might've known as much.
It was a waste of time lingering around an empty cell, and Aidou had had enough of wasting time. There was nothing to gain by staying in the area any longer.
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