Night 68: M-B Block Hallway

[armoredsoul]

[from here]

"M58...M58..." Al shined the light down each of the hallways, checking the room numbers at the beginning of each. After looking down the first two, it seemed he'd gotten lucky in his choice of direction. "Ah, this one!" With a grin, he turned down the third hallway of the block.

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[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

The hall was still quiet when Lloyd left his room, though Lloyd suspected that would change in a minute once other patients emerged. Without hesitation, he started down the hall, footsteps sure with growing familiarity with the path he planned to take. He'd spent plenty of time studying the map of the building he'd copied from others, enough that when he pulled the map out to double check where he was going, it was really only a glance. It helped that he'd even been to the greenhouse before, though that had been during the light of day. Still, that and the map should hopefully be enough to get him to his destination.

[asteroidbelt]

[from here]

He didn't bother with any stealth as he proceeded through the halls. It made him feel silly now, thinking about how he'd acted last night before dragging Ryuugamine along.

Well, silly in more ways than one. He'd been overly frantic last night. Even if he did have to get to Jirou's funeral, there was no need to lose his head about it. 'If,' he'd thought. Something bothered him about that. It was true his memories were conflicting with each other. But that had just been a dream, hadn't it? At least, it seemed dream-like now that he was thinking about it. But Jirou had recovered. He'd seen it with his own two eyes. But on the other hand, he also knew what killing Gentaou had felt like. Because he'd done it.

He let out a breath. Maybe this wasn't so easy as he'd thought.

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[dividedby]

[From here.]

But of course, 'what can go wrong will go wrong'...

When Zero was halfway out of the block, he noticed how the beam of light from his flashlight was dimmer than it usually was. He might have passed it off as just his imagination if that light didn't continue to get noticeably dimmer with every second that passed. By the time he reached the door to the next hallway, the light was barely visible. Zero grunted with annoyance, flipping the flashlight switch on and off. No difference. Was it...? Seriously? ... Damn.

Well. Guess it was up to memory and poor eyesight now. There was no point in going back if his roommate was still there; that would be too dangerous for him.

At least this would make it harder for Zero to see other prisoners nearby, therefore reducing the danger he posed to them. But what about monsters? What about the route he'd been planning to follow tonight? Would he still be able to get anywhere without the help of any sort of light, be it his own or another's?

... He'd have to try his best.

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[firewhichrefines]

[[from here]]

There was still enough movement in the hallway to mark it as early in the night, which meant that Sasuke hadn't spent too much time with the brothers. He hoped they'd be wise with their resources, whether it was alchemy or otherwise -- and then put them out of mind as much as he could.

Though perhaps it was past time he started taking more investment in his roommates, given the way they kept vanishing. If there were any pattern in those who disappeared and those who stayed ...

In any case: tonight he had a destination. A destination, his brother's eyes, and a dull determination that he could nonetheless use to hack away at time.

[nobleman]

[From here.]

As usual, there were a few people lingering around, and Guy saw Lloyd disappearing down the hall, or at least thought he did. Either way, there was nothing else to do but wait, and so Guy leaned up against the wall, taking a few seconds to examine his hand-crafted sheath for any sign of mistakes.

[impudentsongbird]

[from here.]

It was all Gabe could do not to stop just outside his door, not to let the fear drive him into paralysis. The rosary's knots dug into his palm and he drew the strings tight across his hand so he could feel the tension in it, cutting into his skin. It helped, a little.

The constant litany of Latinate prayers helped more. His voice shook at first, but he used the words as an anchor, pulling him forward down the corridor, hand tracing the wall. By the time he reached the other door his voice was almost steady.

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