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damned_institute2013-05-06 12:47 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2013-05-06 12:47 pm
Entry tags:
- anise,
- castiel,
- claude,
- edward elric,
- guy,
- lloyd,
- ryusei,
- skulduggery,
- tsurugi,
- zero
Night 70: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
It was quiet -- so quiet that Castiel slowed his pace slightly, keeping a careful eye on the dark hallway that stretched out in front of him. With the help of his flashlight he was able to spot the stairs that would have taken him up to the second floor, if that was where he wanted to go. Instead, access to the third floor was supposedly found here on the ground level. That was the exact sort of confusion that he would expect from the Head Doctor, however.
As empty as the area was, there didn't seem to be any sign of monsters or ghosts, either. He was alone, and while that might have been frightening to a human, Castiel saw it as liberating. He squared his shoulders and kept moving toward the meeting place he and Kratos had decided on.
[To here.]
It was quiet -- so quiet that Castiel slowed his pace slightly, keeping a careful eye on the dark hallway that stretched out in front of him. With the help of his flashlight he was able to spot the stairs that would have taken him up to the second floor, if that was where he wanted to go. Instead, access to the third floor was supposedly found here on the ground level. That was the exact sort of confusion that he would expect from the Head Doctor, however.
As empty as the area was, there didn't seem to be any sign of monsters or ghosts, either. He was alone, and while that might have been frightening to a human, Castiel saw it as liberating. He squared his shoulders and kept moving toward the meeting place he and Kratos had decided on.
[To here.]
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It felt like an eternity since Skulduggery last saw this hallway in the dark. He hadn't had a chance to leave his room after killing the Scarecrow, and at least two days passed after that without his being aware of them. The night before the last time he saw his roommate, Skulduggery was drugged and taken from the room while unconscious.
His memories of this place were certainly less than satisfactory, but in a way, they were easier to think about than Skulduggery's companion. Being in the company of an Archangel was something he still hadn't fully processed, and didn't intend to fully process while he still needed his full wits about him. Particularly if Gabe was still hallucinating.
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Memories of a skeleton. Memories of necromancy. Of shadow-vines. Of hearing things. Of a friend who'd forgotten who he was.
He turned back to the front, quickening his pace. "We should move fast through here. We're almost at the point where we got attacked the other night."
[to here.]