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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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