Nightshift 26: M31-40 Hallway

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[From Here]

He’d walked past the bathroom Usopp had introduced him to on the first night, before heading directly towards the last hallway in this particular block. It was rather fortunate that he was placed so close to his ally’s location, and he found it more of just a matter of playing a waiting game as he silently marched down the hallway.

Passing by the other rooms without too much notice, Yuber’s movements came to a stop just after halfway down the corridor as he came across M33. It took a little rearranging, but the knight managed to hold the two blades and the torch in one hand, before he neatly folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t bother with his usual tactic of simply entering into the room, but instead found himself comfortably leaning with his back up against the wall while he waited for Usopp to emerge.

The knight was only hoping that he wouldn’t be kept waiting for too long.

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[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi was ready and out the door as soon as the locks clicked. Something about the intercom's warning unsettled him, although that was hardly new. He settled the bat against the wall next to his flashlight and started some quick stretches just to pass the time while he waited for Aya.

Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait too long.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

It didn't take Aya long to gather whatever he thought he needed and step out of his room either. Seeing Omi right now wasn't high on his list of things he wanted to do, but that hardly was surprising after today.

Nonetheless, he made his way through the few meters separating their doors to the boy, who was already waiting for him and stopped beside him.

"You have some kind of job to do tonight?" It was as good as a hello, not nearly as good as an apology but unlike Yohji, he had not learned to apologize quite yet.

[jei.livejournal.com]

The air felt different, tonight, and it made Farfarello deeply curious. He stood outside his door for a few moments, to see if Caim made an appearance, but it looked like the other man was going to be late to the party. With a one-shoulder shrug, Farfarello ducked back into his room and scrawled a quick, left-handed note for Caim, explaining that he was going to go look for the source of the heaviness in the air, and could Caim catch up with him instead of meeting in the hall?

[heading here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/185195.html).]

[voiceless-rage.livejournal.com]

It took Caim a little while to finally rouse himself, but when he was completely awake (he'd fallen asleep against his better judgement), he opened the door and saw the note tacked there almost immediately. A heaviness in the air ... ? Yes, now that he thought about it, there certainly was something there. Something generally ... not right.

Quickly, Caim looked around and slipped out of his room, heading for the nearest hallway so he could try and track Farfarello down.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Wesker was quite glad to be away from his new room mate. Unfortunately he would have to deal with him again tomorrow at dinner, but for the time being he could get away from him.

He had not made any plans with anyone, but he was confident it would not be too difficult to locate them, so Wesker set out to find his team.

Funny, how he had already come to think of them in such terms.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

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[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

Usopp cautiously poked his head out of the door, hoping his roommate wouldn't notice and think him terribly odd. Finally he came out.

The sense of dread in the air had only reinforced what he'd already planned for tonight. Like his first night, he wore two shirts and his coat, not to mention two pairs of pants--hell if monster leeches were going to be biting him that easily again! Which was a confident thought, but he was feeling rather shaky as he spotted Yuber and quickened his steps over. He was carrying only his frying pan as a weapon right now.

"Y-Yuber." Usopp gestured for the knight to lean down closer, so that Usopp might whisper confidences in his ear. His eyes glanced over the blades and widened a bit, but he didn't comment. And instead of saying what he'd meant to say, he instead asked, "Do you feel... something weird in the air? Say... l-like we're all gonna die, or something?" It was a reasonable question, he thought. Usopp did get those feelings a lot, but this particular instance seemed a bit different somehow. Usually he at least needed some sort of horrible monster out to kill him before that, or a looming island that could potentially contain horrible monsters out to kill him, or, well, something.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

There was a certain chill in the air around him while he waited for Usopp to emerge, and it distracted the knight enough to attempt to draw his attention to its source. It was definitely a heavy feeling weighing down the atmosphere around him, and it left Yuber pondering just what was behind the cause – although it was a rather refreshing change to feel such a negative energy after the boredom of the daytime.

As the door to Usopp’s room finally opened, Yuber felt a single brow rise up in question as he caught sight of his ally. From what he remembered of the other Usopp was naturally skittish, but it seemed as though tonight it was only enhanced as he caught sight of the double layer of clothing, and the frying pan held within their grasp.

Leaning down wordlessly after Usopp gestured, he didn’t miss the stutter in their voice as he listened to the whispered words. The words spoken to him caused a small amused breath to huff past his lips, and after he’d straightened himself, Yuber shook his head slightly as he murmured. “There is most certainly a heavy atmosphere weighing the air tonight.” Unfolding his arms, one fell gracefully back down to his side while the other moved up to absently brush aside his blonde bangs. “But such an atmosphere will only get to you if you allow it to be so.”

Maybe it was because he was so use to being the one causing such a negative air that the atmosphere wasn’t affecting him too much, but Usopp was already skittish enough without having to add more to the equation.

M37

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Well, dinner hadn't been anything too special, but Luffy was fine with that, since he'd gotten to eat at all. Still, that didn't mean his stomach was completely full, and he couldn't help but be pretty excited that they were going to make a trip to the kitchen tonight!

To get supplies, of course. And food. But supplies, too! Though that food was sounding pretty good!

He didn't waste much time getting ready. With his hat on his head, he pulled his trusty frying pan out of the closet before gingerly removing the treasured soldiering iron right after it. For a gleeful moment, the pirate debated on going outside to try and find Usopp, but then he remembered that he had a special treasure that needed protecting, and, in a shockingly rare moment of foresight, decided that maybe it'd be better for him to stay in one spot while he looked after it. Usopp knew where he was, so he'd come find him.

Of course, he hoped the sharpshooter showed up sooner than later. Treasure or no, Luffy wasn't really the type to stick around in one spot any longer than five or ten minutes. He couldn't guarantee how long his patience would last.

In the meantime, he plopped himself down onto his bed, frying pan on one side of his body, soldiering iron on the other, and he folded his arms over his chest, simply waiting for a little bit.

Re: M37

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

[from upthread]

"Luffy!" Usopp knocked once before coming in, figuring Luffy wasn't the kind of person who felt his privacy was too important. "You ready for tonight's kitchen adventure?" He was grinning, although it felt a little manic, the weird rush of thrill at secrecy from his meeting with Yuber combining with the odd and unnerving atmosphere tonight. Maybe he should get a second opinion...

"And do you get a really awful feeling about tonight? Like something horrible's going to happen, maybe?" The grin faltered.

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Roland got out of the room much later than Farfarello did; better to give everyone a chance to clear out before he strolled out. As it was, he wanted food first of all; he'd have to find some place secluded and with a monster there, so he could feed before seeing those he'd promised to meet.

...he was kind of relieved that he hadn't been chosen for this night. If he had, Indra would have been even more dangerously ravenous. Instead, Roland could control himself and try to do the right thing. And if that was possible, then perhaps he'd get the chance to increase his total value. With that he could defy Aidou and get some of those shackles off of him. He could hope, anyway.

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Hm, but then again... on the other hand, there seemed to be too many people floating around at the moment, and they would surely notice him if he started acting suspiciously. Perhaps waiting for a bit, and then dealing with his hunger, would be the wiser course of action.

But Roland hated being idle. It was aggravating, and now that he'd been given a new lease on life, he had to take every opportunity he had. Perhaps it would be best to visit that one whom he had savaged earlier... it was a risk, now that he knew that the other could actually provide sustenance, and with the hunger he was feeling, but Roland knew he could contain himself. And the pain of that hunger would be at least some penance towards the boy he'd mistreated.

With that in mind, Roland strolled off towards the room in question, hoping that Ginji couldn't put two and two together.

((Ambling off to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/185675.html) ))

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

Kurama was feeling just as uneasy as Omi when he exited his room, but there wasn't much time to wait around. Sousuke didn't seem the type to appreciate delays, but he couldn't in good conscience not check up on Hiei before heading out. Even if the smaller demon wasn't on good speaking terms right now, that wasn't an excuse to be neglectful.

Exiting his room, Kurama hurried down the hall. Last night, he'd seen his friend in room M28. It was the best place to look if he wanted to find Hiei.

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

[perfect-meld.livejournal.com]

Curiousity got the best of them, and Kasady found themselves pacing back and forth, waiting for the locks to go. The moment they heard the tell-tale click, they all but bounded out of the room and into the hallway.

The serial killer wasn't too sure of what to make of the announcement. Sounded like they had a few backstabbers in their midsts, and it wasn't them! Still, Landels had left some hints or something about their identities, which, in their shared opinion, was delightfully assholish of him. It also meant that Kasady had to be careful what to feed the staff here if he decided to go that route.

Never tip the entire hand off at once, and maybe that's what they did wrong. They gave the Head Doc too much and now he didn't have a need for 'em. Which meant he'd just thrown them right back to the wolves.

'Course Carnage didn't feel like getting too involved right now. What they did want was some front row seats, and that meant heading for the second floor.

[perfect-meld.livejournal.com]

[Headed this way (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/191348.html?thread=12863604#t12863604)]

[bored-narrator.livejournal.com]

Kyon didn't waste any time as he heard the final click of the intercom. He barely remembered it the first time around, having been so groggy. The only real thing about last night's announcement was 'Doyleton' or whatever the hell that was supposed to be. He didn't care at the moment.

Right now, he focused on what he was going to do tonight. He'd told Tamaki he'd see about the medical meeting he was holding a few doors down. He could easily slip into that for a few minutes. He also had told Kon that he would travel around with him so not to be alone.

Also there was Haruhi. He needed to find Haruhi. There was no telling what she was doing right now. If only he had thought to get her room number, dammit.

To much to think about, to much to process. Oh, was that a radio post? Shit, he needed to take notes on that. Dammit! He was no good at figuring out riddles. Koizumi could though, why the hell wasn't he here? Never mind all that. He needed to head out. Kon was waiting for him.

(Outside M33)

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

Kurama hurried back down the hall from Hiei's room, turning the brief encounter over in his head. Hiei still seemed to be as uncooperative as ever. And though he highly doubted that the smaller demon would be able to accomplish what a hundred or so other patients could, he was more than welcome to try. As long as he didn't get himself killed over it. The last thing Kurama needed was to see another friend disappear from this place.

Reaching Sousuke's room, Kurama paused outside and waited. He hadn't been gone long. No more than a minute or two. Since his traveling companion wasn't in sight, it was likely he hadn't left his room yet. But Kurama was patient, he could wait.

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

Jack slid into the hall and headed towards his old room. After all, he couldn't travel with Kougaiji if he didn't meet up with him...

[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/187539.html)]

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

So they'd taken more people tonight, huh? That was a little worrying, but he hadn't got any definite plans so he could probably avoid them if he felt like it. Assuming he felt like it of course. At least it wasn't Hakkai this time. Man, of all the things to happen, he hadn't expected that. ANd it was hard to fight such a familiar face. The only thing worse would have been if it really had been Tenpou he'd been fighting.

He stretched langruously, limbering himself up for the night. The wounds were still pulling a bit, but they were clean and healing up. That was all he could ask for really.

He grabbed his trust vegetable peeler and headed out. No real aim, just a bit of exploring.


[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184780.html)]

[verbatim-worm.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/185195.html?thread=13110123#t13110123).]

Sheska had finally made it to the hall that she was fairly certain would lead to Mr Tamaki. She checked the first and second numbers and then dashed towards number 35, skidding to a halt and turning quickly towards the door as she reached it.

[To here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/194329.html)]

[odzuchikodzuchi.livejournal.com]

Once the doors were open, Ravi left his room. Part of him wished he had more than just that portable light and some pens on him. At least he had a pretty good idea of where exactly he was supposed to head from here and what he was planning to get done.

It would have been a lot better to have been able to catch up with the others earlier, not to mention know what they were up to tonight, but things didn't always like working out the way you expected them, right?

Contagious kid injuries or whatever aside, though, Allen and the others were in one piece, as far Ravi knew, so that was something.

Well, there was always tomorrow for comparing notes or something like that.

Ravi set out to make his way through the dark hallways.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184780.html).]

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184780.html?thread=13370060#t13370060).

"Finally," Raine muttered. "So, having had time to try to deal with it... this is still nothing like I've ever experienced. I've heard references to an aura of fear, but I'm not certain if this is what the tales mean; what do you think?"

It wasn't hurting them, so she was guessing it was simply a scare tactic... if a highly effective one. The fact that distance traveled didn't seem to change anything was intriguing--despite everything, she did wish studying it was possible!

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Of course she wanted to talk about it. Understandable, but she'd rather have avoided the topic.

"Is it fearsome to you?" Rein asked pityingly. "I only feel hunger." She had no answers as to what the effect might be or how it might work- there were illusions in Midchildan magic but no spells that could directly affect the mind. Energy and matter, space and force were their domains.

She could affect minds, of course... but only those that had already become part of her. She'd had no reason to inspire terror in those poor lost souls.

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184902.html?thread=13528646#t13528646).]

Soubi could feel everything quicken. His heart, his feet, his thoughts, his moods. Even that thick air of forboding seemed to be weakening in light of his newly aquired information.

[Off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/194329.html)]

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke felt uneasy--almost as though he were walking outside naked. He didn't have his trusty Glock, or any of his other weaponry. Just a sharpened closet rod, a few pens, and a couple smoke bombs (courtesy of Usopp). He checked and double-checked his equipment, then tied a makeshift mask over his nose an mouth. If he needed to use a smoke bomb, he wasn't about to inhale it and ruin his escape run. Another mask in hand (for Kurama), Sousuke opened his door quickly--nothing. No monster.

No Kurama either.

Frowning, he poked his head inside the room adjacent to his. Still no Kurama. Did he forget? Maybe an emergency came up. After all, people were brainwashed in this place.

He was antsy. Impatient. Odd, he'd never felt this way before a mission. Perhaps because he'd never had to wait. The Captain gave him his orders, he suited up and launched. Sergeant Major Mao and Kurz were always running right alongside him.

It felt unnatural to be standing in a strange place without them. Hell, it felt unnatural to be standing in a strange place with nothing but a closet rod and paper sacks full of flour and chili powder. How on earth could he perform a rescue mission with nothing but this?

No, no thoughts like that. Sousuke had performed countless successful missions with less to work with. If Kaname truly was in this place, he would rescue her. He was sure of it.

However, rescuing her also involved actually moving. He could wait a little longer. No! Kaname came first! His charge came first.

Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Sorry, Kurama-san," and took off down the hallway.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

(Running to here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184780.html?view=13585868#t13585868))

[bored-narrator.livejournal.com]

As Kyon burst into the next hallway, his step had slowed down considerably without him realizing it. He didn't stop though, not for anything. Kon, for all he knew was getting ripped to pieces and was depending on Kyon to get him some help.

His ankles suddenly went weak and he almost stumbled to the ground. He steadied himself on the wall near by and caught his breath for a few seconds while still moving. That cat had taken a chunk out of his back, he could feel the blood seeping past his shirt and down his legs. This was many shades of not good.

He didn't like the idea of passing out in this place, so he kept going.

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

From M35 (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/194329.html?view=13735705#t13735705).

Reinforce dashed up the hall, the need to aid Kyon's friend outweighing what she considered the small chance of the nightshift denzines being bright enough to mount an ambush for arriving reinforcements. It had been her experience that they were animals in mind as well as (approximate) form, adept at stalking perhaps but not at deeper tactics.

"Save your energy for healing," Reinforce instructed Raine as they ran. "I'll attack using half my magic, and if that isn't enough to defeat the enemy I'll use the other half to cover your retreat with his friend."

Though, she left unsaid, if Kyon's friend was in the same civilian mold as Tamaki and his friends anything powerful enough that she couldn't gain the advantage on even with a weapon and her full compliment of stored magical power would likely have killed him already...

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

"I doubt either of them is a fighter," Raine replied. "It might be something reasonably easy to defeat--if I'm right about that, I'll fight with you. If it's not something we can take down quickly, then we'll see." If Kyon's friend was in obviously bad shape... while she didn't like the idea of leaving Reinforce alone, the woman was an impressive fighter and could take care of herself. Making sure a defenseless newcomer was all right had priority.

[[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/186440.html?thread=13681736#t13681736).]]

[expedites.livejournal.com]

Kon followed after Reinforce and Raine calmly, forcing himself to walk normally despite the pain in his leg. It wasn't that bad, but it just meant that he had to be careful with the weight he put on it either way. He glanced between the two women, observing them both thoughtfully. Were it any other situation, he would've been instantly 'trying to charm' them (as he would put it) but it was this situation. They'd saved him and there was a risk of the monsters returning.

Maybe he'd try it later.

"So, er." He rubbed at the back of his head a little, before flashing a brief smile. Right, small talk after being all jittery. That was effective. "Who're you two? I'm Kon."

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

"I'm Reinforce." She left Raine to introduce herself. "It is just 'Kon'?" Some cultures didn't use surnames, of course, but where she'd come from it was a common feature of people like herself. Which was to say, people who weren't really people.

She wasn't, she realized belatedly, going to be able to help with the first aid with her hand covered in gore. That meant more practice for the St. Francis children, of course, but she'd rather be able to attend to things herself if the need arose. Though she'd technically never given medical aid before either, she couldn't help but think of her knowledge as making her more experienced.

But regardless, to see blood on her hands again made her wonder where she'd gotten that temper from. Had she always been like this? Had it arisen out of the time she'd been broken? Or was it not really hers at all...?