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damned_institute2012-10-03 10:01 am
lighthearted) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 10:01 am
Night 66: M1-M10 Hallway
[M7]
Dinner went by too fast, and as the intercom announcement came on and the change to night officially started, Sora pushed himself to the edge of bed, caught in the tight hold of dread. He didn't want it to become night. He didn't want to change again. He'd gone to a lot of effort to make sure that he didn't end up repeating the events of last night, but something could always go wrong.
Landel cut to the chase pretty fast this time around, and no other clues were given out. Did that mean that the rebel group hadn't been able to get through, or had they just run out of clues to give them? Did that mean they were on their own? Sora let out a breath and tried to manage the panic that was bubbling up in his chest.
Link was still here. Sora had hoped that his roommate would make a move to leave the second that night came, but it didn't look like that was the case. Of course not. If Sora was honest with himself, he'd known from the start that someone like Link wasn't going to leave him alone here.
Sora forced out a shaky sigh. He didn't feel anything yet, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before the darkness started to take over.
"I know you're worried," he said to Link, "but it's fine. My other friend should be here soon, so..." He wanted as few people as possible around when the change went through. Hopefully Tsurugi would get here soon, and then Link could leave.
Dinner went by too fast, and as the intercom announcement came on and the change to night officially started, Sora pushed himself to the edge of bed, caught in the tight hold of dread. He didn't want it to become night. He didn't want to change again. He'd gone to a lot of effort to make sure that he didn't end up repeating the events of last night, but something could always go wrong.
Landel cut to the chase pretty fast this time around, and no other clues were given out. Did that mean that the rebel group hadn't been able to get through, or had they just run out of clues to give them? Did that mean they were on their own? Sora let out a breath and tried to manage the panic that was bubbling up in his chest.
Link was still here. Sora had hoped that his roommate would make a move to leave the second that night came, but it didn't look like that was the case. Of course not. If Sora was honest with himself, he'd known from the start that someone like Link wasn't going to leave him alone here.
Sora forced out a shaky sigh. He didn't feel anything yet, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before the darkness started to take over.
"I know you're worried," he said to Link, "but it's fine. My other friend should be here soon, so..." He wanted as few people as possible around when the change went through. Hopefully Tsurugi would get here soon, and then Link could leave.
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As much as Zero's warnings over the bulletin board had annoyed Harpuia, he could still see where Zero was coming from; accumulating a new injury every time the sun went down was shortsighted, reckless behaviour. It was all well and good to want to protect Master X, but if he was going to keep doing it while woefully under-equipped, then he certainly wouldn't be doing it for very long.
Harpuia already knew that the most useful thing his room had to offer was his flashlight, but it was in his nature to be meticulous -- double-checking took only a few minutes, after all.
He didn't end up finding anything that would be useful in a danger situation, per se, but the search nonetheless paid off: a quick look into the closet revealed a splash of colour amid all the generic gray Institute-wear. Curiously, he pulled the garment free. Green and gold... the same colours he'd worn as part of his Neo Arcadian uniform. The coat appeared to be a variation on his armor; the same symbolic criss-crossing in the front that all Neo Arcadian soldiers had, but the length was definitely new. As was the design on the back: a golden insignia, prominently featuring a large X.
...Why was this in his closet? Had someone put this there in hopes that he would wear his Neo Arcadian colours again? (A smaller, quieter voice in the back of his mind couldn't help wondering if he really even deserved to.)
Not that this was the appropriate time to be agonizing over fashion, of all things. Whatever it was that had brought this here, it wasn't as though it was a threat. He went with his gut: he pulled the coat on, seized his flashlight, and hurried outside. He already knew which room was Zero's -- with any luck, meeting up wouldn't take long at all.
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