Night 72: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[freewill]

[From here.]

Still nothing. Still silence. If Castiel had been less vigilant, the hallways would have started to blur together. But he had a mental map that he could follow with little trouble, at least of the areas he'd been to often, and so he never faltered during his nighttime travels.

The third floor, however, was one big blank in his head, thanks to those teleporters.

It might be a setback, but it wasn't a deterrent. He was almost to the meeting spot they'd discussed, and so Castiel continued down the hall, taking a right once he reached the fork.

[To here.]

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[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

Trying to get his mind off of the creepy feel of the institute at night, Lloyd focused his thoughts on trying to plan out what they were going to do once he met up with Kratos and Castiel. Now that he had half an idea what to look out for in the library (or at least one thing to keep an eye out for), he felt like they stood a better chance of either fending it off, or slipping by it unnoticed. Then, once they had made it to the third floor...

Let's see... We took a right, then a left, then we went through that door and teleported... He had it written down, but it helped to run through their path in his head.

As he continued to think, he made it to the end of the hall.

[To here.]

[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar only briefly flashed his light down toward the door leading to the other rooms before continuing toward the main hall. It just had to be one thing after another, didn't it? It would hardly mean anything, not seeing another patient for a day, however...

Not showing oneself for an entire day could mean a whole host of things here.

[To here]

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]

Sechs' disgruntlement followed him like a gloomy cloud as he made his way down the second half of the hallway. The rhythmic thudding of his boots were now joined by the clicking of the two blades holstered by his belt. It was getting difficult for Sechs to keep his mind on the present instead of the drug's suggestion that Zero's reason for abandonment was because of his weakness. He was getting close to the meeting spot he told Aigis about, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to explain to her why Zero wasn't with them this time...

[To here.]

[forsworn]

[from here]

The way to the meeting place was so etched in his mind by now that Kratos barely had to think about it; his body made the right turns naturally and without prompting. It gave him time to think, and he was certainly doing that, trying to sort through what they were going to do tonight.

Although they'd received this new task, he really didn't want to sit around waiting for the rebels to drop some mysterious package off for them (Although, perhaps that was what the fuss over the intercom had been last night.). It would be better if they could just focus on the archive, and on the possibility of going home, something that was far more important than simply removing Landel from power.

[to here]

[his_legacy]

[From here]

Link had taken this route many times at this point, though he hardly let that drop his guard. That would get them both killed, he was certain.

[armoredsoul]

Al cast his flashlight to any particularly dark corners, moving quickly to the main hallway.

[to here]

[idolism]

_{[from here]}

Upon readying himself and exiting the cell block, Aidou veered north instead of south. The note did a fair enough job of expressing its urgency, but when he thought of where to begin his nightly efforts, the vampire's thoughts immediately went to Sasuke and all of the blood, sweat, and tears (mostly blood and tears) that they'd put into the basement.

Could the boy had received a note as well? The only way to find out would be to head Sasuke off before he got too far and discuss a possible change in plans. Although the basement remained a question mark, Aidou couldn't deny that the third floor stood out now as the radio people shone their spotlight on it...

_{[to here]}

[repelling]

[ from here ]

"Still, I haven't died, so I suppose I can't complain."

Only at that did he return his eyes to Sora-kun. Uryuu doubted that Sora-kun had undergone something similar to Kurosaki's transformation, and so, whatever had enabled him to be killed yet return to life must be attributed to the institute. Given everything else it proved capable of, it would be foolish to be surprised.

"You look well for a corpse." Uryuu added, looking over Sora-kun. A true enough statement, though his experience was more with souls than bodies.

[lighthearted]

Ishida didn't give him all that much information, but maybe it was because he really hadn't had a lot going on. The fact was that Sora had been through enough to count for the both of them, from that illness to his death to waking up in Farwell and now coming back here and trying to get to the third floor.

It wasn't much surprise that Ishida brought up how he'd died, but he was definitely the person who'd been the bluntest about it so far.

Sora didn't take it badly, though, just laughing and rubbing sheepishly at the side of his neck. "Yeah, I guess so, huh? I'm not the only one who's been brought back, though. Guess it's just a thing they do here."

Like the brainwashing, like the experiments. The reminder caused Sora to sigh to himself as he led them straight to the stairwell.

[To here.]