Nakatsukasa Tsubaki (
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damned_institute2012-06-20 10:09 pm
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Night 64: Main Hallway, 1-Center
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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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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.
[to here]
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Tolten offered Locke a tight smile. But he was slumped forward, his hands on his thighs as he waited for the world to still. He'd be fine in a moment. And then...they'd face whatever they would face. Thank gods he had a sword. Everything made sense when he had a sword in his hand.
"I suppose we're as prepared as we can possibly be..."
Considering their limited supplies.
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Whatever was up ahead, they weren't going to get any more prepared for it. His grip tightened on the pipe and he continued on down the hall.
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