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damned_institute2012-03-24 01:44 pm
atrabilis) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-24 01:44 pm
Night 62: M91-M100 Hallway
He had fallen into fever, lost consciousness to pressure and heat, and in the process, Nigredo became unaware of the ongoing events. The absence of a roommate did not register. The promise to eat had become secondary in priority. There existed nothing else but to pass the evening in deep sleep, to undo the effects of a mild illness. Until nighttime came and Nigredo could--
"Just listen to me."
A man's tones, his face a familiar etch against his memory, flooded into the room. Nigredo separated himself from his condition long enough to draw out focus and did what had been stated. He listened. The realization came quickly, clicking in the moment Landel had made mention of monsters, but the boy found himself too far gone to care. The loss of volition was an unfortunate trait, but perhaps Nigredo had already lost his since birth.
Therefore, the child took the ramblings as any other. He placed the initial goal as key and dragged himself out of bed, grabbing firearm and holster in the same breath. It was a clumsy effort, but he supposed he couldn't be blamed. He had a fever, after all.
With nothing else, Nigredo exited the room.
[To here.]
"Just listen to me."
A man's tones, his face a familiar etch against his memory, flooded into the room. Nigredo separated himself from his condition long enough to draw out focus and did what had been stated. He listened. The realization came quickly, clicking in the moment Landel had made mention of monsters, but the boy found himself too far gone to care. The loss of volition was an unfortunate trait, but perhaps Nigredo had already lost his since birth.
Therefore, the child took the ramblings as any other. He placed the initial goal as key and dragged himself out of bed, grabbing firearm and holster in the same breath. It was a clumsy effort, but he supposed he couldn't be blamed. He had a fever, after all.
With nothing else, Nigredo exited the room.
[To here.]
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Allelujah had forced himself to eat, forced himself to ignore the swelling sickness in his stomach, and as soon as night fell, and the intercom came on, he began to prepare. His fingers felt thick and clumsy as he fastened straps and bottles and grabbed weapons. Part of him knew that this was a stupid idea, but the bigger part, the part that ran on sheer bloody minded determination and was usually called Hallelujah but right now couldn't really be distinguished, was stronger than that part.
He gripped the torch tightly and stepped outside.
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Yuui found he wasn't terribly hungry when dinner rolled around. The nausea from earlier hadn't gone away, and he felt much too warm to be bothered with the usual large coat. Instead, he dressed in his tunic and black pants, pulling his black gloves up past his elbows before he turned to exit the room.
[to here]