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damned_institute2011-12-18 02:36 pm
ninelivesonce) wrote in damned_institute2011-12-18 02:36 pm
Entry tags:
- brook,
- daemon,
- loki,
- rainbow dash,
- ramona,
- rapunzel,
- renji,
- scott pilgrim,
- sonia,
- sora,
- taura,
- tear,
- the scarecrow,
- utena
Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[from here]
Taura pondered the announcement she'd just heard as she jogged down another empty hallway. Who was she? Jill? Who he'd tortured himself, though that could have been an act on her part as well? Whose side had she been on? And what could have happened to her that would be permanent?
Death was usually pretty permanent, but even that had its exceptions around here. Taura didn't have to like it to know it was true; what had General Aguilar done that could change that? And why was Doctor Landel so angry?
It was an uneasy thought to stomach; revenge drove people like nothing else did, and being one of the people in between was a hell of a way to go.
[to here]
Taura pondered the announcement she'd just heard as she jogged down another empty hallway. Who was she? Jill? Who he'd tortured himself, though that could have been an act on her part as well? Whose side had she been on? And what could have happened to her that would be permanent?
Death was usually pretty permanent, but even that had its exceptions around here. Taura didn't have to like it to know it was true; what had General Aguilar done that could change that? And why was Doctor Landel so angry?
It was an uneasy thought to stomach; revenge drove people like nothing else did, and being one of the people in between was a hell of a way to go.
[to here]
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It had emptied out again, but Sora didn't mind. The darkness here wasn't the same as the kind that he was used to. It didn't have that thickness, and neither he nor his Keyblade could sense anything lurking in it. There were monsters hiding out there somewhere, but they weren't Heartless. He was already missing how powerful his weapon had felt in both his heart and his hand last night, but...
He was just going to need to remember that feeling and hold onto it for as long as he could. It would give him strength.
Either way, he was almost to Kairi's room by now, and so Sora didn't waste any time opening the door into the female block and stepping through.
[To here.]
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Renji paused briefly at the first major junction, just to listen and make sure nothing was moving. No horrified screams sounded, so it seemed the monsters hadn't really gotten moving yet. He turned right, keeping his fingers in light contact with the wall, and resumed running.
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The meeting point was only a short jog away. Judging from the halls, she was early, but it was better that than late. She'd missed enough meetings in the last few days due to circumstances beyond her control.
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"Hoo..." Scott finally stopped to catch his breath just outside the door to the female block. When was the last time he had stopped here? That had been the one night he had gone to Raine for healing, hadn't it? Yeah, that was...
He paused, and his face fell. Now there was another missing person to think about. Raine. He'd barely even known Raine, and yet she'd probably helped him out more than some people he'd exchanged more words with. He never had been able to thank her enough for speeding up the healing of his bullet wounds. And now he probably wouldn't get to talk to her again, not unless Landel spun his Wheel of Extreme Misfortune for her and landed on a Resurrection wedge.
His top teeth found his bottom lip as he leaned against the wall, and he kept an eye on the slow trickle of patients heading in and out of the area. He couldn't let himself think too hard on all this. Otherwise he was just going to get steaming mad all over again or he was going to break down and go catatonic. Either way, he wasn't going to get anywhere. So he couldn't think too much about Raine, or Javert, or Shinichi or Senna or Keman. Even Knives. He couldn't think about them. He had to just push them out of sight, out of mind. Keep playing Candy Land with Wichita or build stupid blanket forts with Woody — whatever it took to maintain sanity in the sanatorium. Similar strategies had kept him going in his life until now. Why stop now, his subconscious told him. Just forget and keep going. Forget and keep going.
...Where was Ramona already?
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It didn't stop feeling weird: seeing Scott, being stuck with him, having Scott in the know about practically everything. Ramona wasn't surprised that when Scott had to keep it together, he could do just that. He was still just as clueless, but there was something else about him. If she wasn't trying to be cool about it—and she admittedly failed—she would worry about him; Scott Pilgrim was meant to be simple. But something about this place locked him into the same mindset and mode that he had whenever it came to a fight. In a lot of ways, she noticed that he couldn't come out of it.
But how did she cope with that? How did she help? Scott was so happy to see her even if she left. Ramona wasn't great at things like this; it was probably why most of her relationships went to hell. Sentimental feelings and good thoughts could only go so far. Things were a lot more complicated than that. At least, she thought they were.
Well, she was going to stick with it either way.
"Hey, Scott," she said, doing just that. Ramona raised her flashlight to wave it to catch his attention, though she was pretty sure she had it. "Look what I got," she added, indicating the clothing she was wearing.
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"I was talking to several people on the bulletin about our little escapade."
Ilia hadn't replied to that effort in group conversation, which had been going so well for the first bit. Then, as always, there was someone who couldn't resist the social dynamics of a stable group.
Perhaps it had all been deleted before Ilia had had a chance to see it, though if so, Rose was disappointed. The question was, then, why hadn't Ilia said anything herself?
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[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1211624.html?thread=81749992#t81749992)]
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Sync had often met her in this hallway, and it seemed to be an ideal place to wait ... if he wasn't trying to avoid her. If he was trying to avoid her, which was a situation that was becoming far more likely, then he wouldn't be going down this route at all. He might have even done a U-Turn up around the recreational field, or otherwise just went that way. Or he could have even just used the ring, if he planned to go to the basement alone.
But Erika doubted that. Sync wouldn't go in the basement alone, he would likely go with someone else. Although her chances of catching him were slim, if there was one place where she was most likely to find him, it'd be in the main hallway where they usually met. Sync might have been expecting her to haunt that place, so perhaps a little further up.
Really, Erika should have been disgusted with herself at how desperate she was to find this stupid bastard, all because she needed him to advance in the basement. And as she got closer and closer to the main hallway, the more she started to realize how pathetic she actually was acting.
[ to here ]
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Niikura paused very briefly as he passed by the female blocks, wondering if he should just run in anyway and find Shiina before she got anywhere. He'd already promised to meet her in the main hallway just outside, but there he was, misplaced chivalry rearing its head, wondering if he could renege on this one. It was a small one, Hazama's voice argued. (Really, it was his own, but he was calling it Hazama's just so he could pretend that he dissented.) He needed to protect her and make sure that she didn't get hurt. It was his responsibility after all.
Ah, but he'd promised, and she'd get mad if he showed up. He had to show that he trusted her to be able to take care of herself to some extent. With a shake of his head, Niikura moved on, mentally berating himself for even thinking about the possibility.
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Though Utena had told herself that she would think on the things that piqued her interest in the Head Doctor's announcement, she had to admit, she really didn't know where to start on puzzling them out. There just wasn't enough info to work with, especially not for someone who wasn't naturally good with deduction or puzzles. Possibilities swirled in her head, but nothing gelled into a right-sounding idea. Maybe Lydia was some important military person; maybe she had been kidnapped by Aguilar after Landel took control back; or maybe she was an alien from planet Kashira and had been called back to the mother ship. Who knew? There really was no way to know right now. Suddenly Utena found herself wishing she could talk with Marc about this; he would probably know a bunch of things she didn't.
She felt the radio bouncing against her hip as she jogged down the hall, its weight more present with Marc in her thoughts. Would he say something tonight? Again, who knew? Here's hoping the basement gets radio reception, she thought as she rounded the corner into the main hall.
[To here]
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So far, so good. No dead, deranged-looking animals corpses. No giant beetle-y bugs. No bats hanging from the ceilings. Just an open hallway.
Yeah, traveling on her own wasn't so bad. She could do this.
More confident, Shiina made her way south to the place she planned to meet up with Shou.
[and meeting Shou here ♥ (http://damned.livejournal.com/1211624.html?thread=81727976#t81727976)]
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The journey to the outer hallways was uneventful, a detail Tear appreciated. She could only hope the rest of her travel would fall into the same type of atmosphere; as stated previously, she had no room for errors tonight. The Melodist glanced around, and finding only conversation, she continued onto the main corridors.
[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1211624.html?thread=81776616#t81776616).]
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The girls didn't waste any time compared to the night before. There was no way they wanted to get stuck again, not after having failed to accomplish anything aside from running and hurting the previous night. Rapunzel was glad to not feel much in the way of fatigue as they made their way down the hall; her injuries had been minor at worst, and easy to heal at the outset of night.
Here's hoping not to have any more of those, she thought with a gulp.
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'That radio boy' must be related to their mission tonight. She got the feeling he and Landel didn't get along. Too bad the traitors (there had been more than one?) hadn't found a way to organize an escape route for the prisoners, but maybe helping them wasn't what they'd been aiming for.
But something hadn't gone right for Landel, had it? It sounded like someone had escaped. Someone important enough to get a reaction like that out of him.
And she guessed what Landel said was right; if he'd designed this place (why else would they have named it after him?), only he would know how to get everything back under control. She wished she knew what he was talking about when he mentioned their 'hideous behavior', though. Had something happened to make Aguilar step in? Did Landel lose control of the prisoners first?
And why were both of them so bent on hiding the truth about this place from citizens of their world? They were taking people with unique abilities and putting them in this dimension... to train them. Why?
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The teenager continued down the hallway, not wasting any time. By that point, the trip to Edward's room was so engraved into her mind that she could do the trip backwards and with her eyes closed. ... Not that she was going to try to do those things, but if she ever needed to brag, well. She could.
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Alright, the hallway of reckoning. The Gear girl wasn't here either, and Chipp wasn't sure if this was a good sign or not. Still, no damage or dead and/or running people, so nothing happened yet at the very least. Was this Gear not one who liked fighting? That would be the best scenario, but it was still too early to tell.
"So, you remember the plan? We talk, and then you hold and I punch if we come to that." He turned to review the plan with Luke one more time, looking far too serious for a plan that was so absurd. "She has this crazy rainbow hair, so she should be easy to pick out."
And maybe four legs, but he still wasn't sure if she got those back or not.
[ FINALLY, DASH, WE HAVE COME FOR YOU... ]
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Okay, so maybe he was just a jerk, or maybe uncouth. Whatever category he landed under, the redhead was not all that comfortable with his plan. Perhaps there was some sort of logic behind hitting someone on a suspicion, but Luke couldn't see it.
"Let me get this straight... We're going to help this kinda-crippled-kinda-not girl out by ambushing her in the dark and then start beating her if it 'comes' to that." His deadpan expression was more than enough to tell Chipp just how enthusiastic he was over this. "What, exactly, will it be 'coming' to? I can't punch a girl!"
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wow there was three maybes in on sentence (unsure)
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Start looking was right. If Celty hadn't known where to start before, she definitely had no idea now. Nothing had changed really, even after seeing Shinra or Michael. That he hadn't been able to do anything except go along with this place's act meant things had to be bad for him too, but she couldn't let that get her down. There had to be answers somewhere here.
She took a deep breath and went right with purpose in her step.
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Lucky for his tag-along for the night, he wasn't moving too fast. His steps were swift, but he wanted to make sure the guy definitely got the lay of the land. Any opportunity for Sora to frown at him and suggest he was trying to work alone was one he needed to get around. Riku knew he did that enough, but he was getting a little tired of it. (And sometimes, certain situations called for it.) He turned slightly to check on him, a smirk playing on his lips. It was better to seem confident and at ease.
In that way, Riku was trying not to bother with fear, either. But he knew that was an impossible feat.
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He was still deciding how he felt about the mortal, really. He enjoyed a good banter as much as the next man, but there was something in this one's manner that grated slightly, and Loki was still trying to decide what it was. Though it could just as easily be a symptom of the character that Loki had chosen to build himself in to. Verdicts didn't have to be reached immediately, and anyone it was in his best interest to remain on everyone's good side for the time being, since that made other goals easier to construct.
And there had been the feeling, for just a moment, that he might have hit a nerve. Only for a mortal of his age, Riku was surprisingly good at that part of the game, which Loki also found very curious. But there was time to prod subtly if he wished.
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Sakura glanced around the hall, keeping her light off and her senses sharp. It wasn't often that anything chanced into the nearby halls, but she'd smelled and seen blood along the way often enough to be cautious. She didn't need any delays tonight and she was anxious enough to get a good look at the wound Sai somehow managed to survive. Or, if he'd been brought back to life, it was a near thing. A clean wound perhaps, but it still had to be painful and a hindrance.
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He was almost there. There really wasn't much to think about what they were doing for tonight. Throwing around possibilities in his head was useless. The only thing that was useful was to get where he needed to be. Mike just hoped that Niikura was properly patched up, and that they could keep Shiina alive from whatever they found in the basement.
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"This place can be confusing at night," the Scarecrow said as he rounded the corner, heading for the main hall. "Not only are there monsters around, but Landel sometimes bewitches other patients, setting them up to guard certain areas. And some of them are more dangerous than the others."
His hand trailed to his arm idly, remembering the burns, the way his flesh had been ruined before he'd even known what was happening, and all the sensations that came with it. He never had found out more about the Burning Man, or if he was a patient at all.
Perhaps Carter had been right, and he had been killed. That did seem just awful, even if it was in self-defense. It was one thing to kill a witch with a pail of water while trying to save someone, for she had been wicked all along. Another patient, however... chances were he hadn't known he was hurting someone who wasn't looking to hurt him, much like Mele.
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Lust hadn't heard anything about that yet. Mind control? Certainly it was possible, and Lust had seen things even she would have claimed impossible, but...
She didn't like this place, the more she learned of it. At first it had been simply a confusing inconvenience. And a seemingly safe place to get her head on straight and take in all that had happened. It grew more and more nightmarish the more she was told.
She looked up at Frank, her lips set in a worried line. The idea of some stranger, some adversary, exerting power over her... Her abdomen clenched in a cold sort of knot and she felt her heart speed its beats.
"Do you mean that he - this Landel man, our enemy - can...control the minds of his prisoners?"
Not much had frightened the homunculus since waking up in the institute, but this did. She didn't even consciously notice that Frank had glided neatly over her question regarding what he was.
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Daemon slipped into the adjoining hall, pausing to get his bearings and to listen. All quiet still. It was good to know the Doctor wasn't repaying them in kind for last night by continuing the constant rush of fodder. Daemon suspected they'd be much harder to deal with tonight.
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As he pressed onward, his thoughts too him to the last time he'd run this course to bring back the Piano. There had been meat involved, and others of the Straw Hats in that endeavor. Yes, he'd had help too in getting the piano and the food back to the patient blocks. He couldn't help but think the trip might not be that easy with just himself.
He paused just before he would have entered into the main hallway, lost in thought as he looked back. Perhaps something from a room would help in this endeavor? As strong as he believed he was, it would be a feat to get a piano of all things such a distance.
"What to doooo..." he hummed, tilting his head back and forth.