damned_institute | Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/experimentation assembly line) had broken down at least once already, on that night when I.R.I.S. had first(?) appeared, and the whole of the building flickered like a malfunctioning hologram. Was that what the glowing cover was for? To prevent... he didn't know. Something. Something bad enough to warrant a Code Red.

(What had killed that creature?)

Waiting around here was already bad enough on normal nights, what with it being an open space with high traffic, but he'd picked it because it was the quickest and most obvious meeting place for all of them. Now with the whole area lit up like the inside of a strip club, Kirk was starting to feel like a lone piece of meat wrapped in a gold ribbon and tossed out for the wolves. He made a face for a second as he considered the unfortunate implication of mixing those similes, then decided that the dumb thoughts which crossed his mind ranked considerably lower in priority than, you know, paying attention to his surroundings and not getting himself killed.

Kirk swung the lead pipe in his hand once, just to focus, and shook his head as pain rippled out from the still-healing gunshot wound on his right arm. Take it easy, Jim, he admonished himself silently. It was still early in the night. Someone would be along shortly. And if not... he was giving his crew one minute. One minute, and then screw it, he was tracking down everyone himself.

[KIRK TO ENTERPRISE]

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"The patients tend to stockpile what weapons they can find," Japan said, trying his best to stick to the topic and not deviate into talk on dressing up. If Japan had his way, he'd be dressed much differently right now. With so many of his media's characters running around, he felt somewhat plain in comparison. Sure, most of them were still wearing the military issued uniforms, but it was the principle of the thing. He was the nation that had given them life; how could he possibly show his face without looking appropriately impressive?

Japan tilted his head to one side, sighing to himself as he realized he'd gotten distracted despite his better efforts. "The quality of said weapons can be anything from pipes to...well." He indicated the sword at his side. "This, however, was returned to me by Prussia-kun. Perhaps our first order of business should be arming you, America-san? ...Or at least laying claim to the area in which the armory exists."

Or laying claim to areas in general. Japan still hadn't forgotten his plan to annex the Sun Room and ensure the central location of this facility belonged to him.

Japan wouldn't need to worry about being distracted, America was of the mind to be somewhat scatterbrained, himself. In fact, he'd sort of looked past Japan at something else. But with a quick shift of his eyes he focused back in when it was appropriate, having heard Japan but not really listened to him. Which was a shame because he really needed something efficient to arm himself with given who he was up against.

"Actually, I gotta run," it was abrupt, unexpected and he approached and passed Japan with a dismissive clap on his shoulder. "Nothing personal but I gotta deal with something. If you need anything, I'm in room M74, right next to England, here." he flashed England a smile, winking before dashing off without another word. He had the strangest inclination that he recognized someone down the way and he really needed to make sure she didn't run into any trouble tonight.

Heroic intentions and all that. He had plenty of time to save people here and himself and anyone else who might need it. The night being young still he had a hunch that the other nations would be up to something. Probably in his favor-- but it was something he'd have to leave to chance. Shifting into a jog he waved at them both over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

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"I just woke up with this in my room," England said, running his hand possessively down the hilt of the sword. It was good to have a real weapon in this place, rather than the makeshift things he'd had to make do with until now. It had been a long time since he had handled a sword in any military capacity, and a gun would have been preferable, but he was hardly going to quibble when the alternative was a pipe. He wasn't Russia.

He gave a surprised look when America declared that he had to leave, and eyed him warily. "What on earth has he got to do that's so special?" His lips thinned suspiciously. Was he planning to claim areas while they were held up? Perhaps. He could be sneaky when he wanted to be.

He turned his attention back to Japan. "I think we should claim the armoury before he does," England said. "No-one ever said that he had to be involved in annexing certain places."

That was...fast. Japan barely had time to wish America a safe trip before the younger nation was bounding off for parts unknown. It was very much like him, to be honest, but Japan, like England, had to be a little suspicious. He and America were allies, yes, but Japan was always at America's mercy in some ways and knowing what the boisterous nation was up to at all times was a good way to keep his own nation out of harm's way. "...Perhaps...he had a prior engagement..." Japan said, hoping to alleviate some of England's fears.

But then talk turned toward annexation and the armory and Japan nodded. Even if he could no longer be an empire here, it was important to create safe zones for his people and to claim the Sun Room for the principle of the thing. Japan nodded and motioned forward. "Perhaps this way? I think the armory may be somewhere in this direction."

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Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

w(;A;w) I'm sorry it took me so long to post - life ate me

It's okay, sorry to have america jump thread so fast orz!

Re: It's okay, sorry to have america jump thread so fast orz!

And now I apologise because work was crazy this week >_<

same orz and lj hated me for three days