Night 66: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[overlimit]

[from here, skipping a few halls]

Here it was. Skulduggery wasn't around yet, but Rita expected he would show up soon. He'd been punctual up until now.

If what she'd been hearing was right, she was going to need to look out for both monsters and patients tonight. Seemed simple enough. Rita stood with her back against the wall opposite to the Sun Room doors, and waited.

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[faeth]

Rooms they torture people in--

That was an awful, awful feeling that dropped into her stomach at the sound of those words. Orihime swallowed, and it was a relief to say the least, when Lloyd-san had picked up where her voice had failed her, when the reality of it had been too terrible to even try to imagine. But then again -- Frankenstein easily came to mind. Or perhaps the image of a man strapped down to a doctor's table. He'd have woken up in the middle of the night only to find that his doctor was dressed in a tuxedo and magician's garb, a chainsaw in his hand and a manic grin on his face as he intoned, trust me, I'm a doctor.

(The reality of it was, she was not new to it. There had been a time and a terrible moment when the air smelled like blood and burnt flesh, when there was a man, a murderer, who stood in front of her and Ishida-kun, offering her the opportunity to become a test experiment.

But she'd buried the memory. Now, she tried not to let it reach out and grab her from where she had last left it.)

"Y-yes!" She squeaked, holding her hands up defensively. "We're going to have to turn our frowns upside down and... Well, at least we can't sit around and mope. If we really sit here thinking something like, 'what's the point!' Then of course we're not going to get anywhere." Those dwarves really knew what they were talking about...

But um.

"I'm really fine," she lied -- fibbed? -- insisted as she shrugged her shoulders, clasping her hands together. "So- maybe we can check Ishida-kun's journal. Or ask around? If we see someone in another hallway, perhaps..."

Maybe if she tried hard enough, she'd be able to feel him... see his reiatsu, or maybe catch wind of one of his arrows.

[thisisyourgod]

Dwarven? Did that make this guy some other species originally too? And that wasn't even a vow. That was a statement. But really, correcting this guy on something like that wasn't going to get them anywhere right now.

And that girl? Totally not 'fine'. At least not when it came to her state of well-being, as she was certainly attractive enough to be considered 'fine' in another sense. He made sure his expression let her know just how wrong he found her assurances to be, but honestly he wasn't going to push it much further than that. At least not yet.

If they were going to insist on heading back to his room, then there was no point in standing around and discussing it further. He pulled away from the way and shoved his way past the other boy.

"Alright, you wanna talk until your seedflaps fall off, or do you want to search for your fucking clues?"

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