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damned_institute2007-07-28 05:08 am
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Night 25: Intercom, Late Night
The intercom came on with its usual nighttime crackling, though this time the Head Doctor seemed to be in a calmer mood than he had been in before. His tone was cool and his breaths were even as he spoke, even if his speech itself contained the same megalomaniacal ranting as usual.
"Hm. Perhaps I'm overestimating you, Radio Man. Perhaps I'm putting too much stock in how much sway you have over the patients, in how much you can truly help them. Why, yes, even I am capable of admitting my errors, as few and far between as they may be!"
He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued.
"But enough of that wretched man, dear patients. I believe it's time to announce something grand, something new about this Institute. Oh, yes, we're always coming up with new surprises for all of you, as undeserving and selfish as you all may be, but luckily for us, the new secrets of this building may only be opened by those of supreme wit and physical prowess. Allow me to give you a hint, in fact, much like the savior you all put so much stock in: Down is the way you want to go if you want to uncover the secrets of this place, ladies and gentlemen, though uncovering the keys to knowledge will be far more difficult than any of you can imagine."
A pause, and then he sighed and chuckled lightly.
"Not that I imagine many of you will succeed in the tasks ahead of you, though perhaps the newly-arrived members of Group 4 will be able to assist all of you in your future endeavors. Good luck to you all, though I doubt you'll make much use of it."
The intercom slowly died down into a small whine, then silence.
"Hm. Perhaps I'm overestimating you, Radio Man. Perhaps I'm putting too much stock in how much sway you have over the patients, in how much you can truly help them. Why, yes, even I am capable of admitting my errors, as few and far between as they may be!"
He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued.
"But enough of that wretched man, dear patients. I believe it's time to announce something grand, something new about this Institute. Oh, yes, we're always coming up with new surprises for all of you, as undeserving and selfish as you all may be, but luckily for us, the new secrets of this building may only be opened by those of supreme wit and physical prowess. Allow me to give you a hint, in fact, much like the savior you all put so much stock in: Down is the way you want to go if you want to uncover the secrets of this place, ladies and gentlemen, though uncovering the keys to knowledge will be far more difficult than any of you can imagine."
A pause, and then he sighed and chuckled lightly.
"Not that I imagine many of you will succeed in the tasks ahead of you, though perhaps the newly-arrived members of Group 4 will be able to assist all of you in your future endeavors. Good luck to you all, though I doubt you'll make much use of it."
The intercom slowly died down into a small whine, then silence.
M33
That was the first thing Sergeant Sagara Sousuke thought as the intercom clicked off. He had been lying here awake for—well, due to the absence of time-keeping devices, he didn’t know how long. It bothered him slightly that he had absolutely no memory of how he had come to be here. Fortunately, as far as Sousuke could tell, nothing seemed to pose a threat to him here. He’d already checked under the bed, and if a bomb was placed in his desk, the proper way to make sure it would kill him was if he were to open the drawer.
Carefully, the sergeant (deciding that it was highly unlikely a mine could have been set to go off underneath the linoleum floor) swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He frowned at the clothes he had on--definitely nothing military standard-issue, that was certain. The second thing he noticed was that there was no way to turn on the lights--the room was pitch black. If he had his night vision goggles, this wouldn't have been a problem. But as it stood, he had no idea where his gear was.
Frowning, Sousuke leaned back in thought, brow furrowed. The last thing he remembered was the fight in China and Kaname...
Wait, where was Kaname?
Instantly, Sousuke was out the door, flashlight in hand. "CHIDORI!!"
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