Night 67: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[freewill]

[From here.]

They'd already neared the Sun Room and the door that led to the building's exit, but Castiel wasn't aiming for either one tonight. It was still quiet on this side of the building, which seemed strange to him. He was using crutches, after all... He would have expected that plenty of other patients would have beaten him and Lust to this point.

It didn't matter. If their path wasn't littered with obstacles, that would make it easier to reach the greenhouse. As for Lust's question...

"There is one person I know who I believe is still ill," he explained. "Her name is Aigis. She used to be an android, though she's been made human here." Just like him, and perhaps just like Lust. Though she was a created human, so he had no idea if she could ever be the real thing. Did she even have a soul? There was no way he would be able to feel for it in this place; he didn't have that kind of power at the moment.

"We have a few things in common, but she hasn't been taking her illness very seriously." Which frustrated him, especially since she had struck him as the goal-oriented type. Did she really have that little concern for her own well-being?

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[faeth]

As far as meetings went, that proceeded more smoothly than she might've liked it to -- if only because it left such a small length of time to gather her bearings and to ask after the small group that had gathered that night. Still, she was the one who was late; it wasn't exactly to her convenience to settle on their pace for the evening.

Which meant that a more thorough greeting would have to wait; in the last hallway, she greeted Lloyd-kun with a matching smile, and Vantas-kun -- well, she tried to wave at him anyway, but he looked away before she could say much of anything. And of course, she wanted to confirm who Lloyd was waiting for...

But -- not to her convenience.

She managed the flashlight, thinking it better to leave it on until told otherwise, and strayed close to Ishida-kun. "We make a nice team," she said, almost absentmindedly, maybe more half-asleep than she should have been considering she was on her feet.

[redcladidealist]

As restless as he already was, fed up with waiting for Kratos, it didn't take Lloyd thirty seconds to make up his mind. It didn't even take him three. He cast a brief glance at Karkat before starting off after the other two. He lengthened his stride to catch up with them.

"I'm tired of waiting for him. If he's going to be late, I might as well do something else. What are you doing?" Anything had to be better than just standing around.

Not exactly the best with social clues, it slipped his mind to clarify for Inoue who their conversation was about.

[thisisyourgod]

Once Orihime had turned her attention elsewhere, Karkat felt a little better about looking back in her direction. Hopefully she would be better off this night than she had been the night before. She looked it, at least, but it might not be apparent until they'd moved through the hallways some.

He wouldn't bring it up unless she showed more signs of being weary, and this was more because he wanted to avoid talking with her until he got over that previous Gamzee-voiced comment than because he was trying to be courteous.

A follow-up would have been expected at this point, but thankfully it didn't come. Perhaps his own thoughts had been running away with themselves after all.

"Don't look at me." Karkat shrugged at Lloyd's question and jerked a thumb toward his roommate. "I'm just following this busy asshole over here."

[repelling]

His attention down the hall, divided only in small part for Inoue-san's expected following, it took Uryuu a moment to process what she said.

"Er-" he started, then startled, perhaps in part due to the delay in comprehension (or because they'd hardly done much tonight to warrant her saying so), though that did little to explain the color tinging his cheeks. "Really?"

Inexplicable color, and stupid too. He shook his head, as if the movement could shake the excess blood and heat away. "Of course," he said, easily now, "there's precedent." They'd done well in Soul Society, though she might have meant all of them.

Who did choose to come along. Uryuu narrowed his eyes at Vantas-kun's crude epithet, but let it pass rather than stand here overlong complaining pointlessly about it.

"Like I've already said to both of you," he began, opening the door and walking through into the next room.

[ sup detouring to the women's showers ]