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damned_institute2011-09-08 08:43 pm
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Night 58: M81-M90 Hallway
From the day he had learned that two of the four he'd been with were, for the most part, safe and sound. That he'd not seen or heard from either one of the remaining though had left him worrying through his dinner, which he'd not felt like eating. Having friends turn up missing was one thing that he knew very well, but after that Arena... Brook could not feel comfortable just ignoring a day's absence. He had to figure something out. Something other than Aidou's own opinion that one or both might not have come back.
"His room first," Brook muttered to himself as he took up his partially damaged cane and looked it over. If nothing else, finding some clue that Sai was still a resident of room 55 would help to ease Brook's worries. And if he was lucky, he would find the young man there - hopefully in one piece. If not, there were other places that he could check. The Medical Wing where the Infirmary was to be, and potentially the basement as well - he could only hope the Sphinx would not mind another visit, or answering questions Brook may have.
There was one other as well, though that was to be the last resort. Brook had not been able to overlook how others had questioned on the bulletin for where the place stored the dead. Just thinking that one of his friends may be laying in such a place had given Brook even more drive towards searching out the other areas. He would not believe that another of his friends had died, not while he still had hope and places to look for proof to the contrary.
[gone here]
"His room first," Brook muttered to himself as he took up his partially damaged cane and looked it over. If nothing else, finding some clue that Sai was still a resident of room 55 would help to ease Brook's worries. And if he was lucky, he would find the young man there - hopefully in one piece. If not, there were other places that he could check. The Medical Wing where the Infirmary was to be, and potentially the basement as well - he could only hope the Sphinx would not mind another visit, or answering questions Brook may have.
There was one other as well, though that was to be the last resort. Brook had not been able to overlook how others had questioned on the bulletin for where the place stored the dead. Just thinking that one of his friends may be laying in such a place had given Brook even more drive towards searching out the other areas. He would not believe that another of his friends had died, not while he still had hope and places to look for proof to the contrary.
[gone here]
After Guybrush leaves
He wasn't sure what he ought to do yet, he thought as he went through the motions of changing for the night (avoiding the yellow shirt and parka he had worn that night in favour of his green one). He could find the others, maybe? Look for Indy's body? Do something else he might do on a "normal" night? He didn't know. He had no idea. He was just Scott Pilgrim; he didn't have some master plan; he just kind of did stuff and hoped for the best.
And look where that got you, a smug, familiar voice echoed through the fog of his mind.
No, he told himself, scrunching his eyes shut and bopping himself on the side of the head. He wasn't going to think like that. He wasn't going to let himself turn into Peter Parker Pity Party v.2.0. Whatever it was he did tonight, it was going to be more worthwhile than laying around wallowing in a big vat of "whyyyyyyy?" Indy would have agreed, he was sure.
His vague idea for now was to see if he could still catch anyone he knew. Maybe Peter, if he wasn't somewhere else already. Sam had said Peter hadn't seemed unstable anymore, but that still wasn't saying much. Scott still wanted to find the younger boy himself, make sure he was okay with his own two eyes. If nothing else, he wanted to convince Peter that what happened couldn't have been helped, and that it wasn't his fault.
Maybe he needed to convince himself a little of that, too.
[To here]
M85; totally doing the "I left first" timeskip dance.
He smirked at his own thoughts, the familiarity of looking for treasure a welcome one. Another point of the night he was looking forward to? Searching for key ingredients for voodoo concoctions. While Guybrush wasn't exactly sure what it was Doctor Facilier needed, the fact that he was once again working for an agent of voodoo gave him a much-needed bolster to his confidence. So much seemed out of place if he didn't hear from the Voodoo Lady within twenty minutes of starting an adventure, who, much to Elaine's chagrin, usually pointed him in the right direction when he either couldn't figure it out and/or was bored.
Well, no wonder he'd been at Landel's for over a week and gotten practically nowhere.
[To here.]
Outside M83
He skidded to a stop just in front of the door to Mike's room, panting slightly as he stopped for a second, hands on his knees, to catch his breath. If something had happened, he was going to kill--
There was a note beneath the door, right where he could see. Niikura squinted and squatted down to read: "'Something came up...go ahead without'...ah, great." He straightened up with half a mind to kick the door in anyway and make sure that Mike was alright, but then he realized that maybe the worst had actually happened. Maybe Mike had really turned back into a giant turtle and was feeling kind of self-conscious...couldn't blame him for that, really.
Oh well. Made it kind of easier, actually: he only had to look out for one person instead of two. Niikura shrugged and began jogging back.
wow can't believe I forgot about this until now...