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damned_institute2012-11-29 11:15 pm
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 11:15 pm
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Night 67: M51-M60 Hallway
Third-rate. He was working for a third-rate madman, and at this point, Albedo didn't even care. There were things to do, beings to kill, and a cure to rationalize within his mind. And at the moment-- At the exact moment-- Albedo could do none of those. There was a very real need to reach out and touch his brother, to again refortify his reason for movement. For motive. For desire.
So his mind emptied of thoughts, even the ones he needed to accomplish. Mechanically, he took his weapons and equipment, and placed them on his person. There was a stark and quick urge to stab another in the gut, perhaps one with long blond hair, but it passed, seething, beneath the surface.
He opened the door and left.
[to here]
So his mind emptied of thoughts, even the ones he needed to accomplish. Mechanically, he took his weapons and equipment, and placed them on his person. There was a stark and quick urge to stab another in the gut, perhaps one with long blond hair, but it passed, seething, beneath the surface.
He opened the door and left.
[to here]