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damned_institute2007-08-24 06:36 am
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Nightshift 26 - M41-M50 Hall
Qui-Gon was in a mixed mood. On one hand, the maps from young Artemis Fowl would be incredibly helpful, and he had made sure to make extra copies for himself, Obi-Wan and anyone else he might pass it onto in the future. On the other, the intercom announcement was more than a little worrying. He had heard mention of other patients being taken for experimentation, only to released on their friends; it looked like that was true, if Martin Landel was to be believed.
The Jedi Master sighed, collecting the flashlight and the small collection of metal utensils that he'd collected with Obi-Wan last night. His meditation into the Force had been only slightly more fruitful than before, but he was nowhere near strong enough to help as much as he would like. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to use the Force to persuade the experimented patients that no, they didn't really want to hunt down their fellows, and they should listen to him just because he said so.
He wasn't too sure about the other areas mentioned, but he did know enough to avoid the Sun Room for now. Stepping outside, Qui-Gon prepared himself. Tonight his grasp on the Force wasn't as strong as it had been when Obi-Wan was knighted. But even now he could feel the swirl of anger, fear, and hate around him, dotted with the moving "holes" that were the Earthian creatures and the staff. The fear and anger, he was unfortunately familiar with. The galaxy, despite the efforts of good people, was a regrettably nest of such emotions. But the holes in the Force, the sense of void, would never be familiar.
And he would have to watch for both, it seemed. The dangers tonight wouldn't just be the creatures, or the staff. Qui-Gon turned and headed down the hall, extending his senses as far as he was able.
The Jedi Master sighed, collecting the flashlight and the small collection of metal utensils that he'd collected with Obi-Wan last night. His meditation into the Force had been only slightly more fruitful than before, but he was nowhere near strong enough to help as much as he would like. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to use the Force to persuade the experimented patients that no, they didn't really want to hunt down their fellows, and they should listen to him just because he said so.
He wasn't too sure about the other areas mentioned, but he did know enough to avoid the Sun Room for now. Stepping outside, Qui-Gon prepared himself. Tonight his grasp on the Force wasn't as strong as it had been when Obi-Wan was knighted. But even now he could feel the swirl of anger, fear, and hate around him, dotted with the moving "holes" that were the Earthian creatures and the staff. The fear and anger, he was unfortunately familiar with. The galaxy, despite the efforts of good people, was a regrettably nest of such emotions. But the holes in the Force, the sense of void, would never be familiar.
And he would have to watch for both, it seemed. The dangers tonight wouldn't just be the creatures, or the staff. Qui-Gon turned and headed down the hall, extending his senses as far as he was able.
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He almost felt bad for startling Asch, but he hadn't really meant to sneak up on him or anything. It had been an accident, honestly. "Right, I get it," he said, his tone a little testy, and he moved to hold up his hands until he realized they were full. (A simple "yes" or "no" would have done fine, thanks.)
What's all that for? Asch had asked, and Claude glanced over at the coat. "Oh, well, this is so I can make a bag out of it later. I figure if I'm going to be picking up any supplies, I'll need something to carry them in." He already had his hands full enough as it was. "And, as for this," he glanced up at the headband, suddenly looking a little sheepish, "well, ah, everyone around here looks the same, which gets kind of old after awhile. I guess you could call it my way of cheating the system a little. Also, I wore something really similar before I woke up here, so I didn't see the harm in doing it again." He'd always had a thing about everyone wearing the same sort of clothes, with little distinction between them. It reminded him too much of the rigid standards of the Federation, and how he'd been expected to conform to standards he didn't like.
Claude liked to think of himself as a bit of a rebel.
He paused, staring down at the beam emitting from his flashlight. "Hey, do you know how long the batteries in these things are suppose to last? They don't look like they'd work for very long. I mean, these models are several centuries behind modern technology."
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Luke peered down the hall as he got closer to where Asch's room was. Sure enough, there was Asch, standing outside and looking irritated. Luke had to feel guilty about this. He was late. Again. It looked really bad, and he was surprised Asch had put up with him so far.
Well, it probably was because he wasn't alone. Another guy was there, with blond hair, and they were talking about something. He heard a question about the batteries in their flashlights when Luke had gotten close enough to speak.
"Hey, sorry I'm late!" Luke grinned. "You should have told me you had someone else, I would have hurried up... but I was just listening to the radio. Some guy was talking on it, and it sounded important... I think."
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...and the life of the batteries certainly did seem more important. The redhead hadn't given much thought as to how long the light would last (this was actually the first night he was using his), but it was a good question nonetheless. "No... I don't have any idea how long these things will last. You're probably better off asking someone who's been here longer than I have."
He really hated knowing next to nothing about this place and everything in it.
Luckily, it was around that time that Luke arrived-- late again, though it looked like he had come prepared this time. At least neither of them had looked to repeat the same mistake as last night.
"The radio?" Asch asked, raising an eyebrow. "If it was so important, just what did he say?"
Pausing momentarily, Asch then motioned to his blond roommate. "And we were just talking. I don't think this guy is coming with us." Turning back to Claude, he added, "Right? Or did you change your mind about those plans of yours already?"
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It was then that another prisoner showed up on the scene, presumably the person Asch had been waiting for. He had an uncanny resemblance to his roommate -- identical, even, if it weren't for the fact he wore his hair much shorter than Asch. Claude had to assume they were brothers. Interesting that their captors would kidnap people from the same family. He couldn't help but wonder if their case was a unique one, though now probably wasn't the best time to ask.
When the short-haired boy mentioned the radio, Claude had the urge to slam his palm against his forehead for the second time that night. How had he forgotten to bring that with him? Granted, it hadn't seemed too terribly important at first glance, especially since none of the patients had even really mentioned it to him today.
Well, he didn't know what the radio had even said. Maybe he should find out what it was before he started kicking himself for not carrying it with him. (Besides, he didn't have much room as it was. He already had a flashlight in one hand and his journal tucked beneath the other arm.)
He was a little surprised when Asch addressed him. This guy, his roommate had said, which bothered him a little more than he would have outwardly admitted. "Hi, my name is Claude," the blond said with a grin and a small wave in the newcomer's direction, mostly as an introduction, but partly as a way to reaffirm that he was, in fact, not just some guy.
"And, uh, actually, I don't think I'm going to the kitchen anymore," Claude admitted, scratching the back of his head. "You see, I'd have to cut through the Sun Room to do that, and the Head Doctor was talking like it was trapped, or ambushed, or something of that nature. Since I'm not armed yet, and I've got people to look after while I'm here, it's probably not a good idea for me to go purposely walking into anything like that if I can help it. So now I'm not really sure what to do, though I guess I can figure something out if it comes down to it."
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"He hid some stuff, but he didn't exactly say where, or what it was. Something about a ... fire demon being hidden where it's fires are dormant, and there was something else hidden in the stacks. And I couldn't get the last part."
Now that Luke actually said those riddles out loud, they made even less sense, and he sort of felt stupid for even pausing to consider the man on the radio's words.
"Uh, never mind. Hey, Claude." Luke waved back to the blond. He didn't seem too surprised when Claude mentioned possible danger in the Sun Room, but his expression darkened. That guy from two nights ago... was he back in there? Luke partly wanted to charge right back in and warn anyone going that way, but he wouldn't be able to actually do anything about it.
He didn't want to get beaten up like last time, after all. If there was something Luke hated, it was feeling useless.
"... Why don't you come with us? We're missing Masaru, after all. Another guy wouldn't hurt," Luke suggested, looking to Asch. Claude seemed like a good guy, and if he didn't have anywhere to go...
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A fire demon hidden where its fires are dormant... Water could put out fires, so somewhere with water? Or maybe ice? On second thought, it seemed odd for this place to have any rooms like that (even though nothing about this place made sense in the first place). So, somewhere cold?
Well, it was something to think about.
All things considered, he really should've expected Claude to be invited along once he admitted to having second thoughts about the kitchen. On the plus side, though, his roommate seemed to be someone who could hold his own if it came down to it. And, realistically, having someone else with them would probably be a good idea. Strength in numbers and all that... even if the God-General was still trying to get used to that concept here.
"Fine," Asch replied, looking first to Luke, then to Claude. "I alredy told you what our plans were. If you want to come with us, you can."
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For a moment, he considered going back to his room and retrieving his own radio. But, not for the first time, he realized that he'd simply start slowing himself down if he carried much else. Besides, he'd done well enough last night without it, and it was probably better not to overwhelm himself with too much to chew on. Not when he had so little time to work with as it was.
When he was invited to come along on their outing, Claude couldn't help but feel inwardly delighted upon being included. Even if scouting out the file room hadn't initially been in his plans, it was certainly better than aimlessly wandering the building alone. He could use this as an opportunity to learn more about the building's layout and add more to his map. Besides, as far as he knew, neither Asch nor his companion were properly armed, so it was probably better that they travel in a group anyway.
Somehow, that was more acceptable to him than moving around with Dias and Ashton, who were both equipped with proper weapons. In his mind, it was better to help do the protecting, rather than be with people who anticipated on protecting him.
"Uh, yeah, I wouldn't mind coming along," Claude replied, the tiniest trace of a grin on his face. He didn't want to let on quite how pleased he was, though, so he swiftly got down to business. "I've already got all my things together, so I can head out whenever."
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"Great! Oh, yeah, my name is Luke. I don't know if Asch told you or not," Luke grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Ok, they got names all down and such... he guessed it was time to go.
Obviously, Luke wasn't too excited about going back go to the same room, but where else could they go? Masaru had the map... and Luke couldn't remember for the life of him what the name of that girl he got it from was. Damn, he'd have to ask later.
There was no more reason to wait, Luke guessed, so he started down the hall with everyone else.
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