Night 68: M11-M20 Hallway

[forsworn]

Kratos grimaced as Landel gave his usual little speech to begin the night. Having kept a close eye on the board, he hadn't failed to notice the influx of notes subtly telling of another death, another person that had succumbed despite all the advances they'd made in finding a cure. It was frustrating, and it hurt: he had contributed to that influx himself, killing Sora in self-defense the other night. Truth be told, he had been utterly useless the past two days, and unfortunately, he couldn't say that tonight would be the night where he'd turn things around--well, perhaps it would be, if he could actually accomplish what he wanted to do. That would be something to be satisfied about.

Neither of his old uniforms tonight; Kratos chose instead the old military gear left over from Aguilar's tenure, careful as he tugged one of the gloves on over his still-healing hand. Without the bulk of the Key Crest, it fit far more easily, but the victory meant nothing. At the very least, though, the long sleeves of the shirt and the glove served to hide the bandage from prying eyes.

He gave a slight nod to his roommate before turning to leave. Time to find Tsurugi.

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M13

[doctor_voodoo]

Facilier was in a stormy mood during dinner, his whole body practically prickled from the sharpened anxiety pulsing through his veins. He could barely wait for the doors to unlock. He had lost far too much time to prevent the other patients from curing themselves. If he failed to uphold his deal with Landel...

The witch doctor clenched his jaw tightly, unable to face the concept of losing his Shadow powers once more. He couldn't survive without it... He had to get those five targets killed off!

Of course, it was all up to Facilier to do all the dirty work by himself, as usual! Mr. Grease Head Lingormr was unreachable so far. Facilier would have called upon that silly but powerful Lee to help, but Facilier knew the ninja's foolish hero streak was sure to get in the way of his plans. No, if he wanted the job done right, he had to do it himself.

Facilier didn't bother to change into his familiar garb. If he was going to deflect patients from entering the green house, he had to reduce all suspicion as much as possible. The last thing he needed was to become recognized in the scene of the crime and have some busy bodies get in on his business!

Before leaving his room, all the Bokor took was his flashlight, a piece of dark cloth to act as a make-shift mask and his cane. With his Shadow powers still fully accessible to him, he could surely scare off any fools daring to take those damn flowers from the conservatory. He just had to get there before they did...

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