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Nightshift 25: 2nd floor hallway near staff research/medical reference library
[From here]
If a being that lacked his heart could somehow have a heart attack, Xemnas would certainly have one as soon as the radio broke the deafening silence. As the man blurted his message, the Nobody found himself torn between listening to said message or trying to silence it. It would seem he had no choice in the matter, even despite the possible foes the noise would certainly attract. If it was possible for Xemnas to do so, he would certainly regret bringing the item along this little trip.
Naturally a curious man, the message was merely fuel to the fire. Where the Dead rested..., certainly some of the patients must have perished during their stay, leaving a mere corpse behind. There was no graveyard to speak of, yet those bodies needed to be stored somewhere...
Even so, the Superior had no idea where he could find such a place, as he still hadn't fully mapped the institute. Added to the fact he still had no decent weapon...it seemed incredibly unwise to pursue the supposed clue unless he would have some means to defend himself. There was also the possibility it was a trap. How much could this man of the radio be trusted, after all? What could be said of him?
He continued ascending the stairs, eventually reaching the very spot he had been a few nights ago. He had gone straight ahead back then, now there were both the options of left and right. After a moment's pause, he finally chose to head left.
[To here]
If a being that lacked his heart could somehow have a heart attack, Xemnas would certainly have one as soon as the radio broke the deafening silence. As the man blurted his message, the Nobody found himself torn between listening to said message or trying to silence it. It would seem he had no choice in the matter, even despite the possible foes the noise would certainly attract. If it was possible for Xemnas to do so, he would certainly regret bringing the item along this little trip.
Naturally a curious man, the message was merely fuel to the fire. Where the Dead rested..., certainly some of the patients must have perished during their stay, leaving a mere corpse behind. There was no graveyard to speak of, yet those bodies needed to be stored somewhere...
Even so, the Superior had no idea where he could find such a place, as he still hadn't fully mapped the institute. Added to the fact he still had no decent weapon...it seemed incredibly unwise to pursue the supposed clue unless he would have some means to defend himself. There was also the possibility it was a trap. How much could this man of the radio be trusted, after all? What could be said of him?
He continued ascending the stairs, eventually reaching the very spot he had been a few nights ago. He had gone straight ahead back then, now there were both the options of left and right. After a moment's pause, he finally chose to head left.
[To here]
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He nodded to the attacking the nurse part, his thin lips turning down in a sympathetic grimace. "I didn't get sedated. They just locked me in my room. I don't know if I'd like being all sleepy most of the time."
A sleepy Bast might be a good thing for Landel's on the whole. Would surely head a lot of problems off at the past.
"That sound wonderful, Yazoo! Severus is sure to love meeting some people!"
Yeeahhh. And the sky might turn to raining puppies and rainbows tomorrow.
When he found their way blocked, Bast watched these two people with his usual open and guileless look, as if he hadn't been talking about executing ninety percent of Landel's population a few minutes ago. He shook his head as well to them. He hadn't seen anyone with blue hair, and the only blond he had met was Youji.
"I don't either. Youji has blond hair, but he knows plants. I've never met someone with blue hair that did Transfigure it that way. Green was in when I went to school."
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"Well... what about Precis? Her hair is long and sort of red-brown... often has a little mechanical friend? Or Ashton! He has two, ah, dragons on his back. Dark brown hair... headband... Or a woman with light violet hair that dresses oddly? That would be Celine."
Of course if they hadn't seen any of these people, he might come across as a bit silly. It wasn't his fault he had odd friends!
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The idea of dragons on the back still gave him a little shudder. Particularly if they were the more intelligent, talking sort. The nagging alone...
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Yazoo looked over at Bast with a curiously raised eyebrow before tuning his attention back onto Leon. He’d ask about it later. He listened to more descriptions of Leon’s friends, but once again, nothing was ringing a bell. Well, the long red-brown hair sounded like someone he knew, but her name wasn’t Precis.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an almost sympathetic look on his face, “but I haven’t seen them either.” He hadn’t really been planning to say anything else after that point, but after about a few seconds of going quiet, he added, “I hope you find them.”
Yazoo being considerate was very rare when it came to anyone outside of the family, but that didn’t mean that it never happened.
His attention then turned over to Xelloss’s expression of gratitude, and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly in response. “Don’t mention it,” he replied easily, raising his shoulders in a shrug.
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What a world it was when someone figured Yazoo was safer than everyone else.
"The only dragons I know of are in Gringott's although they said there was some at the Triwizard Tourney that almost ate Harry Potter. Probably would have given it a terrible stomacheache if it had."
Shrugging, Bast scratched his temple with the tip of his glowing wand again. The firefly light didn't waver in the least, probably why he had been allowed to keep it. Flashlights were beyond his scope to grasp or make work, not to mention that they would have upset him quite a bit. Most Muggle things did.
"I hope you find them. Lots of people are missing though. The Dark Lord isn't here. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Lucius, and all the others are missing too except for Severus. At least the blood traitors and Muggle-lovers didn't make it here. Maybe they'll show up eventually?"
Bast tried to sound hopeful. He honestly didn't care about anyone else except for Rodolphus though. After all, they were the only 'real' people, right?