Day 26 Nightshift: F11-20 Hallway

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Momo had once again thoroughly cleaned her katana and was set for the night mission when the intercom clicked on. She listened to the announcement and sighed. So this was what Hitsugaya had meant by Special Counseling. One of the patients turned temporary enemy for the night was right in in the way of her mission and this time she had a young girl with her and Signum. She sighed again and slid the cymbal into the back of her pants and her katana into the sheet-belt at her side. She was even happier that she'd come across Kimbley this morning than she'd been earlier. She was going to need Signum properly equipped.

Stepping out into the hallway, Momo put her back to the wall after checking the small bit of the hall to the left before the wall. Sumeragi-san and Signum will hopefully be moving rapidly. They needed to move.

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Ami stepped out into the dark hallway, standing for a minute to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Thankfully she knew where to go to meet Usagi, but even so, wandering the halls in the dark with the possibility of monsters around any given corner was not an appealing thought. She breathed deeply again, listening for any thing out of the ordinary. It was still quiet. For now. Who knows how long that will last, Ami thought grimly as she made her way down the hallway towards the meeting point, one hand gripping the flashlight tightly, the other with uncapped pens splayed between her fingers.

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Miranda had taken a moment to lay down in her bed, wondering if pretending at sleep would earn her an illusion of rest to match the illusion she carried with her name during the day. When the bell chimed and the doctor taunted, however, it was River Tam's eyes that were opened, not Miranda Fenwick's. And River Tam had a mission.

It took only a minute, exactly a minute at that, to gather her supplies in the form of radio and a handful of deadly pens; flashlights clearly weren't needed, not for those who could see without her eyes. Vice Captain had given an order, and it seemed her mission wouldn't lay where she'd thought it would. Technicalities. There would only be need for a few moments. Just a few, and she was hardly amateur.

Stepping into the hallway where one other girl stood, oh how ironic that it would be her, River broke into a quick, silent run, sprinting along to the destination with feet that were trained to meet solid ground soundlessly. Proper assassin's trick, it was.

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Sakura stood up and stretched, hardly feeling the gashes that had covered her arms and body anymore. Sure, they stung a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the beatings she'd endured under Tsunade-sensei's tutelage. As she loaded up on flashlight, pens, and radio for the evening, the pink-haired kunoichi wondered what she'd end up doing this shift. She rarely got much done, save a bit of mapping here and there, and she was really looking forward to whatever new level of this place that jackass of a Head Doctor had been talking about anyway.

Useless as she felt sometimes and much as she wanted to get something really accomplished, Sakura sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to focus on a single thing before checking to make sure that Sasuke would be safe for the evening. As she opened the door, the girl waited, looking back at Relena.

"You have plans tonight with your friends?" she asked casually, not wanting to leave the other girl to wander alone if it could be helped.

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Relena, too, gathered what she would need for the night. The notebook she would carry in her arms. She had wanted to sketch out some maps, but eating took up more time than she realized.

She looked up when Sakura spoke to her and nodded in answer to her question. "We're meeting outside this block," the ex-queen explained. "Perhaps we can walk together?" She had traveled this route alone already, but if they were headed to the same place - at least partway - it wouldn't hurt.

[gald_digger]

So this was what the place looked like at night? Well, it didn't look like much of anything, in the thick darkness. Anise turned her flashlight on, and pointed it around. What a handy little device.

This was no time to be impressed, though. She knew where she needed to go--and she had to get there quickly!

[gald_digger]

[To here!]

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Well, that turned to be much more fun than she would've thought. Larxene could tell that her roommate enjoyed the new haircut. There was no need to thank her, as she already had things to do, like meeting Allen in front of the Sun Room. The Nobody took her scalpels, map, and flashlight. The first two were stored in her pockets, while the latter was pointed down the hall.

People were already up and about…

In a hurry, Larxene made her way to the Sun Room. After all, keeping her “date” waiting would’ve been rude.

So very rude.

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[[From here ().]]

Okay. Hokuto slowed, looking at the room numbers once she was in the right hallway. F12 should be... there! It helped that someone was waiting just outside it; Hokuto didn't recognize her, but she hadn't met many people yet.

She walked up to the woman and bowed respectfully; she wasn't sure who her immediate superior was, but either way. "Hi... I'm the new Arts and Crafts recruit, Sumeragi Hokuto. Dozo yoroshiku!"

[[OOC: Sorry for the random Japanese, but "nice to meet you" sounded weird under the circumstances and "please treat me kindly" just sounded dumb.]]

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Momo had been watching the hallway, an unsettled feeling in her stomach as the first figure after her had left her room and seemed to pause a moment before leaving, when Hokuto arrived. When she came into few, Momo bowed back, not nearly as deep knowing proper customs, and then smiled at her. The girl was young.

"Well met, Sumeragi-san. I am Vice Captain Hinamori Momo," she said pleasantly. The girl had been prompt and the shinigami wondered how much longer Signum would be. Her eyes traveled down the hall searching for the familiar form of the taller pink-haired woman, but didn't see her. her attention returned to Hokuto.

"Welcome to Arts & Crafts," she said. "Our mission tonight is what is called basket weaving upon the bulletin board." Her smile grew a little. "The translates into requisitions. We are to raid the Gardener's Shed for any potential weapons or other useful items. Our current goal is to arm as many people as we can."

"You are skilled in hakuda, hand-to-hand combat, yes?" Momo reached behind her and extracted the cymbal from where she'd placed it in the band of the back of her pants. She held it out to Hokuto with an apologetic smile. "At the moment, this is the best weapon I have to offer you," she said.

"If you aren't sure the best technique to wield it with, I can show you." one more thing before she forgot. "I would also like your permission to examine your spirit threads, your aura basically, so I know what your normal spiritual state is, just in case we encounter monsters capable of dealing damage to the spirit. Your choice - spirit threads are somewhat personal things and I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me."

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Dinner had been uneventful, though Jean had been on the edge of her seat, waiting for the lights to go out and the doors to unlock. She was slightly nervous about being a team leader, especially in a place she'd only been for two to three days. On the other hand, she was honored Hitsugaya-taicho had selected her for such a task.

The others had responded to her message, and she knew who to look for. But first, she needed to return the metal bar to Rena. Removing that from under her bed, along with the scalpel, she took her map and some pens with her, exiting her room.

Somehow, though, there was a bad feeling she had, for no reason whatsoever...

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She had waited long enough, alone in the darkness as her servant never came. In a way she shouldn’t be so hard on herself, knowing it was his purpose to be her shield or sword when situations called for it. But this feel of dependence grated at her none the less, until the knight only became agitated enough to defy her own sense of self-preservation, gathering her flashlight to exit the room.

Why leave relative safety even if you knew yourself defenseless once outside? Because to not leave, would be the start of something far worse in her prideful mind. Integra was certainly not a prisoner to her servant’s discretion of choosing when and when not to do as he was told.

If he slept through the rest of the night, there wasn’t a bloody thing she could do about it at present. But she wasn’t going to be cowering within her own room just because he didn't come for her either. The truth was simple enough in moments like this, reminding her that in the end all she ever had was herself anyway. A woman bold or crazy enough to risk even severe injury on her own rather than start becoming a dependent hideaway beneath any vampire.

Ignoring anyone else still lingering in the corridor, Integra walked on alone, prepared to do so the entire night. Or at least as long as physically able.

[materianinja.livejournal.com]

By the time the doctor announced that dinner was over, Yuffie had long ago finished off her delicious steak and potatoes. The peas were pushed around to make a frowning face on the plate. Serves them right for trying to feed her that crap.

With pillowcase in hand, she quickly headed out the door just as soon as it opened, glad to not be cooped up any longer. Not that she actually had any plans or anything, but she didn't like sitting around doing nothing. That was boring.

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As they stepped into the hallway, Raine tried her hand at the mage light again; she could make it hover near her Exsphere, but it was still too big, bright, unsteady, and draining to be much use. She tried it for a few seconds longer, but making it the proper size just made it flicker more as she struggled to make it stay small. Reluctantly, she banished it and turned on her flashlight. "At least it's not far." They were getting an early enough start, and going a short enough distance, so they had a decent chance of not running into any monsters on the way.

Just after she said it, though, a chill swept through her that felt like fear, but the way the air pressed down until she found it hard to breathe made her uncertain. Something felt very close, and knowing this place, it would be bad. She and Reinforce would be sticking almost entirely to the patient blocks, only running between them for a moment, but who was to say patient rooms would always be safe? It only made sense to her that sooner or later the monsters would start attacking there, too. When that happened, would the pretense that they could escape if they tried long enough drop?

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to bring herself to her senses--this wasn't the time or the place to dwell on those thoughts. None of them were new in any sense, and worry was never productive when the cause was something out of one's control. Not that knowing that helped her put it out of her mind. I will survive this, and find a way back home. In her present state, the words felt like nothing more than an empty promise.

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He had loitered a short while before actually making his way into the female block, having fastidiously cleaned any signs of blood from his marble-white skin, before putting his shirt back on. Then, upon realizing that there were small spots of red on the fabric, he discarded it altogether. It wasn't like the shirt offered any protection from shredding claws and hungry jaws to start with. Making sure there were no shreds of flesh wedged in his teeth, Alucard finally entered the threshold, heading towards Integral's room. He hoped that she didn't wander far...or wander into monsters.

And if she did...Alucard could always use more blood. Provided it was actually edible in the first place.

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((Down from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/182039.html?thread=12911383#t12911383).))

In this place, they had to be almost on top of one another it seemed before she received any warning of his presence. Just as the knight came towards the end of the hallway, she finally felt him then. Though she was still too annoyed to have any sense of relief. Integra paused, raising the bright flashlight into his face, purposefully hoping for his discomfort as she prepared a biting comment.

Though what she saw of his appearance caused her to hesitate further. Now her agitation seemed to be from some other root entirely. “Where are your goddamned clothes!?” The woman demanded, faced now with the stark white expanse of flesh that was her servant’s nude torso. Not only was he late...he wasn’t even covered. Too used to only the skin of his face ever being seen, this was all a big -very new- distraction for her.

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It was dark when Haruhi woke, but at least she didn't have a pounding headache this time. She didn't really recognize the room she was in, not until by reflex she reached for her clock and, once again, it was not there. Then she remembered.

How did she get here again, she wondered? The last thing she remembered was something about a flashlight... Standing up gingerly, she began to scour the room for anything that might be of use.

Five minutes later she was standing in the hallway wearing a pair of slippers and wiping the sleep from her eyes and shining a flashlight at the line of doors. Her room number was F16, she noted this time, just in case she got lost.

More warily than the last time, if less confused (barely so), she set down the hallway. Maybe she'd learn something more about how she could get back home.

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((Waiting for Waka))

Amaterasu, the great goddess and mother of all, was suffering from a malady which she had often fallen prey to.

This malady was 'confusion.' While Amaterasu was baffled a fair number of times, confusion and doubt was not a part of her in normal circumstances. Even when the way was unclear, Amaterasu had proceeded boldly into the unknown, and come out the other side shining as always.

Yet now she waited outside her door, her porcelain-fine brow wrinkled in thought, and her heart torn with doubt. It wasn't a shape to see a true goddess in, and yet Amaterasu was uncertain. Had she the proper body, she would have been whining and curled up to think the better. But if she had the proper body, she would not have been so apprehensive. Ah, what was a goddess to do?

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"Bonsoir, ma chèrie!"

As was often the case, Waka had impeccable timing. Whenever Amaterasu was feeling adrift and lost, he always seemed to show up and give her a hint - at the very least - as to how she should proceed. Apparently, no matter what else Landel's might change, that remained true.

The prophet sauntered up to the goddess, his spirits evidently undampened by the darkness and danger of nightshift. As a member of the Lunar Tribe, of course, he was accustomed to the night - and Amaterasu, as a sun goddess, needed all the warmth and cheer he could provide her with in the darkness.

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This hallway looked pretty much exactly like all the others, which didn't give him much hope of there being anything useful. Still, there was no point in voicing that sort of thought, since Jade was the type who would want to be thorough and make absolutely sure first.

So, once he'd led them about halfway down the hall, he stopped and leaned himself up against the wall, allowing Jade his time to look around until he was satisfied.

Guy wondered how Peony and the others were doing. If it turned out those three had found something while they, two experienced fighters, hadn't - well, Peony would probably tease them about it. Luckily, Guy wasn't the sort of person who let that sort of thing get to him... And Jade wasn't, either.

[visualize.livejournal.com]

At this point in time, satisfaction was more of a luxury than anything amongst other things. Jade worked quicker than the previous hall, but in the same efficient manner he was always prone to succumbing. He still hadn't fiddled around with his own flashlight, simply finding no need for it at the moment and explored his surroundings as diligently as if it were day.

Almost as if he had read Guy's mind (which probably wouldn't have surprised said party member if he actually could), the Colonel stifled a chuckle in the darkness.

"Knowing his Majesty," Jade commented, still hunched over near the wall. "He'd be trying to fit our young ladies in those nurse outfits right about now. Not that I'm the least bit surprised, but may have some trouble due to Anise's lack of 'assets'."

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