Night 64: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[thecamellia]

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She paused again by the Sun Room, probing the darkness. There were no flashlights around to break up the shadows, and no natural light to guide her eyes. After all her many nights moving around the building without her own flashlight she’d become more than adept at navigating in total darkness, but caution still pricked at the fine hairs on the nape of her neck every time she reached an area that was not heavily populated with foot traffic.

If Landel had half a mind to prevent them from reaching the secret in the Medical Wing, now would be the time for him to act. Tsubaki couldn’t trust that he hadn’t heard I.R.I.S.’ relay, if the intercom’s abrupt cut-off had been any indication.

As she passed the doors leading to the entryway, she once again felt her eyes wandering toward them. Would what had happened there happen again? To someone she knew next time?

Would someone be injured because of the transformed prisoner?

Keep going, the assassin in her said. No time for doubts.

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[stop_the_rain]

"Yeah." Murphy could understand wanting to see for yourself. But he rolled his eyes at Tsurugi's refusal to let him go first.

"Just shine it in front of me," he suggested, shrugging. "If something's gonna come jumping out of a door at one of us, I'm bigger and solid and...used to being jumped." Though usually by large, angry men, but he'd had his fair share of monster encounters.

"Plus, I've got a weapon." He hefted his chair, hoping simple logic would get through the kid's tough guy thing.

[knightspirit]

... Oh, brother. Kyousuke quirked a brow as Murphy spoke, one hand gripping tightly at his other arm to compensate for the fact that he couldn't cross his arms with a flashlight in his hand. There were a number of protests and counterarguments he could make, but between the combination of his headache and already thin patience, he wasn't about to bother.

"No," he said instead, plainly as he could. ... This had been happening all night, and it needed to stop. Help was one thing, but this wasn't it. It was interfering, and stupid. Murphy already seemed to have a propensity for drawing attention back onto himself from the fight earlier, and between that, and this, Kyousuke had a pretty good idea of what sorts of actions he'd take if he were in front.

"I don't know why you're so determined to to get yourself hurt, but there's a difference between helping someone and useless heroism." The complete disdain in his voice spoke of exactly which he thought it was. "There are things you do because there's no other choice. Putting yourself in front of someone else when there's another way around doesn't mean you've saved them, it makes you an idiot. Who do you think you're protecting like that?"

He snorted. .... What a joke. He was tired and sore and sick of this guy's assumptions. If there weren't only one flashlight, Kyousuke would have been long gone by now, he was sure of that. It was at least good he'd been able to learn some more, but that was about as far his gratitude went. He turned away as soon as he finished speaking, and slowly began to pull himself down the hall, not bothering to listen to anything that might be said in return. He did, however, take a small moment to glance back over his shoulder.

"... Don't get in my way."

As if he was ever going to let anyone get hurt for him.

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