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damned_institute2007-08-24 02:41 pm
idolism) wrote in damned_institute2007-08-24 02:41 pm
Nightshift 26: First Floor Stairwell Beside Waiting Room 1
[from here]
Aidou paused for the second time that night, listening half-heartedly to the radio announcement. The volume was painfully low, so that it didn't attract any unwanted attention. None of it interested him, even as the riddles came easily enough. None of it was useful to him. So far nothing the monkey on the radio had offered had caught his eye, and he doubted that would change.
Stepping into the stairwell, he glanced to the floor. He was willing to bet the other three stairwells on this floor were the same - no stairs leading to the basement, and no stairs leading past the second floor.
So where were the access points? It was a good question.
Aidou paused for the second time that night, listening half-heartedly to the radio announcement. The volume was painfully low, so that it didn't attract any unwanted attention. None of it interested him, even as the riddles came easily enough. None of it was useful to him. So far nothing the monkey on the radio had offered had caught his eye, and he doubted that would change.
Stepping into the stairwell, he glanced to the floor. He was willing to bet the other three stairwells on this floor were the same - no stairs leading to the basement, and no stairs leading past the second floor.
So where were the access points? It was a good question.
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Max slipped into the first stairwell she came to, her flashlight still tucked into her waistband, using only her enhanced vision to manuever the pitch black halls.
So she was quite surprised to slip into the blackened stairwell and instantly find that she wasn't alone there, that someone else was lurking in the shadows. Recalling the night before, how the sunroom had gone blacker and the ghost shooting blue fire had been there waiting, Max immediatly crouched into an alert defensive position, readying herself to attack.
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The one who had realized she wasn't alone had approached nice and quietly; Aidou cocked his head at her, briefly appraising. Edging into the 'too old for me' category, but still overly attractive for a human.
"Don't worry," he said, turning his back and beginning to make his way up. "If I were waiting to ambush someone, it would be at the top of the stairs, not the bottom."
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Man, what was with this night though? The air felt weird as hell, like it was heavy. Almost depressing, but it was a good thing they ate as well as they did earlier. It was hard to break the good mood, so Kasady hurried along.
Stairs? Check.
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Allen collapsed to one knee as soon as they were clear of the group near the Sun Room. This at least, was empty and he could try to figure out what to do from here. He didn't want to put Miss Emily in danger, but given the option of something close to a level 3 Akuma and Rhode, he wasn't sure which was worse.
He could taste blood in his mouth, an unfortunate side effect of carrying the little monster halfway down the hall. Was Emily still following? He tried to turn his head, but Rhode wasn't making things easy.
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But Allen was trying to look back at her. That blond woman from Lunch that Allen had been talking so nicely with. Her own head whipped back, looking to the woman in question as she came up along with them. As if instinctively, Rhode tightened her grip on her plaything even further. "I already told you, go get your own plaything!" she hissed. Allen was hers, darn it! She continued glaring, fiercely cuddling Allen like one of her stuffed animals when she picked up on something. Actually, it was she wasn't picking up on that struck her as odd.
The woman... Emily, if she remembered what Allen had said... she wasn't human either, but her level of non-humanity was a level different than the others they'd just left. With this one... there wasn't anything there. No emotions. None. Not even a small trace of hatred for emotions (which Rhode had come across a few times). Were it not for Rhode's closeness to Allen and being able to feel his familiar kindness, Rhode might have thought that her powers had faded once again. But she could feel Allen still. Rhode's glare faded - still remaining as she still didn't like this one - but turned over to confusion. "You don't have a heart," she stated, half-amazed, half-confused.
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Finally reaching the stairs, Bella stopped for a moment to catch her breath, looking around. To her surprise, there were people close by. What appeared to be a girl crouched down to the ground was being spoken to by a boy that made her freeze in her breathing for a moment. Running a hand through her long mahogany hair to try and calm her nerves a soft shuddered sigh escaped her just the Edward voice once again kicked up, telling her to go back to her room.
Has her sub conscience always been this annoying? "Shut up" Bella muttered once again, and continued on her way up the stairs.
She passed by a boy who didn't look like he was doing too well ... yet she decided not to push it and ask him if he was okay. After all, she knew better than to talk to strangers.
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Ichigo decided to take the stairs up to the 2nd floor. It was unlikely that Rukia or Renji would be making the trek upstairs, and he didn't want to see either of them just yet. He might go looking for Rukia later, but right now he was interested in what exactly was upstairs that they had needed to check out.
Who knew, he might find something to use a weapon. This flashlight was useless. The radio had spouted out some gibberish, but all of it was cryptic bullshit and Ichigo was never one to sit around and try to figure out riddles.
With that in mind, he started up the stairs.
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His leg was going to really hate him for this later, that was for sure. But Keigo didn't care. The pain, he could learn to deal with. But what he couldn't ever learn to deal with was being alone. It had only been one day, but this place was too scary and it was hard enough just going home from class by himself back home! And if that was Ichigo...
Well. Keigo didn't know what he'd do. He'd think about that when it happened. Right now, he just needed to make sure that he was real.
After stopping briefly to catch his breathe, he stumbled up the stairs, clutching tightly onto the railing with his free hand.
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A familiar voice drifted down the hall and made Claire tense. It was her again. Not wanting to wait around for Larxene to finish her "fun", Claire sped off towards the first set of male cell blocks.
[running off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/187539.html)]
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Cyrille's hands nervously clutched the map and flashlight she had. Being in a group was definitively much better than being alone at night. Usually, Cyrille would hate to be with others to perform a mission, but never had she felt the fear and uncertainty that she had to feel now.
She was the navigator, though. She had to show her strength, she couldn't help but feel useless otherwise. Magic wouldn't work here, so she had to improvise. She did promise Peony she'd help, and it seemed her scrutinizing paid off. Cyrille had found the stairs. Boo-yah, she could read a map!
"It seems we've found the first landmark of our..." Cyrille groaned at the next word, "quest." She was hopeful, but Cyrille was still rather unsure of what to expect once they reached the second floor. Chills ran down her spine, but it was not time to be scared.
"Anise, are you still tightly holding on to that pipe?" She lightly spoke, her voice as hush as could be. Even if she was slightly scared, she didn't want to make it contagious towards her friends.
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The third reason? It was just more fun that way. Cute alien girls? Hello.
Peony was about to congratulate the blonde when he heard faint sounds of a battle happening at the top of the stairs, and moved in front of Cyrille, trusty mop at hand. Turning back to the girls with his shine-tube, he whispered, "Hey, there's something up there. Do we want to try to sneak past or help whoever it is?"
Truthfully, Peony would be happy either way. Acting like a hero could probably be fun, especially if he got to save a cute girl - but sneaking past a battle could be just as fun, providing they didn't get caught.
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Aya could see Omi gathered more company right after his leaving. It seemed Omi was handling the whole socializing number just as well as Aya would have expected him to. In the dark stairwell, he allowed a pale smile curve his lips for a moment as he took two steps at the time, hurrying upstairs.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html)]
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For being told that there was danger possibly ahead, this human child was far too energetic. Her foolishness and impulsiveness fondly reminded the Pokémon of Ash, actually. That was probably why Mewtwo wordlessly followed Haruhi up the stairs.
She also knew what a Pokémon was, which was good enough for Mewtwo. Perhaps Demyx was simply an odd human, that was all.
"I am Mewtwo. I do not know why I have a human form, or why my powers are suppressed, but I intend to find out," Mewtwo explained. This child could do no harm to him or his plans, so he saw no point in keeping his intentions secret. Perhaps she even knew of where the lab was, so that he may reverse the process. Once Mewtwo understood it, he would be able to change back to his true self easily.
Something that the child said was a little... strange sounding. A game? That may be what battles were to some trainers. Was this girl a former Pokémon Trainer?
"Were you a Trainer? Surely, you must have brought some of your own Pokémon with you," He questioned the child. Unless she had no choice, but Mewtwo did not know how this girl even came to this place.
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"Mewtwo?" she called over her shoulder, "That special Pokémon! Oh, from that movie thing... You're a clone or something, right? And you were going to take over the world like some kind of evil genius." it had been a long time since she had seen the movie, but she thought she had the gist of it.
"A trainer? I don't have any Pokémon. I don't even have my gameboy anymore. You know, to play the game on." She paused on the stair, turning to look down at him and mimicked with her hands like she was pressing the buttons on a gameboy. "Do you know what that is?"
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This was the closest stairwell Jean saw, and from here, they'd be right at the left side of the second floor. Exactly what she wanted. She'd remembered hearing about a kitchen from someone earlier, and wondered if there would be usable metal there. Something to think about if they came across it.
Silently, she led her team upstairs.
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Yeah, now everything Claude was saying really was going over Luke's head, though he managed to once against grasp the basic concept. People from Claude's world - and time, apparently - would capable of doing incredible feats that broke every law of physics and time.
He had the feeling Jade would have loved to hear this.
But Luke agreed with Claude in the end - it was probably better that the people here were messing with time and space, and not his own memories. At least, it didn't sound uncommon for people to forget things here, so at least he wasn't alone.
Still...
"... I don't know what to think. That's a lot to take in," Luke admitted, but he was in no position to deny anything either. What did he know about time and space and all that stuff anyway?
"But you're right, I'd rather have time and space messed up than my own memories," He agreed. Though it did sort of seem like this place's style to mess up people's memories, whether there was some point behind it or if it was... just for the intercom guy's suck amusement. That guy sure sounded like someone who would do that.
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At the very least, Claude sounded like he knew what he was talking about; at least in regards to the apparent time travel, or whatever it was that was going on. And, since his previous roommate had disappeared without warning, there was no telling if the same could happen to the blond, so it would be best to try and learn all he could from him.
Even so, Asch couldn't deny that he was beginning to get a headache trying to understand it all.
"Are you stupid?" He didn't clarify whether the comment was directed to Luke, Claude, or the both of them. "If the people in this place are screwing around with time and space, who knows what they're capable of? It'd be a hell of a lot better if it was just memory problems." Granted, having your memories messed with had it's own drawbacks, but the God-General preferred that possibility over the alternative.
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The stairwell was more or less empty once Light reached it, but he paused to check for anything or anyone before he began his ascent. A crowded stairwell could prove a disastrous location to be found in if a monster attacked them, but as things were, he didn't have to worry about that. They'd just need to traverse the stairs as quickly as possible.
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L watched as Light scanned the stairs above them with his flashlight. “Yagami-kun, I am sure you recognize the potential hazard of climbing this stairway and know how to proceed.” Draping his pillow case over his shoulder, L took his position against one wall, and directed his flashlight to shine behind him. “I’ll keep an eye out for movement from below if you remain focused above us.”
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While it made perfect sense to Kadaj that the stairwells would be optimal places for an ambush of some kind, the monsters of Landel's apparently didn't share those views. How very dull. He snorted softly as he began to climb the stairs, luminous green eyes taking in his surroundings as he crept upwards. Dull, dull, dull, dull, dull. Not that he was looking forward to being attacked, but at least it would have gotten rid of the monotony. Besides, he was still annoyed about what Cloud had said and any opportunity to vent would be welcome.
He'd just have to wait, he supposed. The monsters couldn't all be hiding.
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Her arm hurt. Once back in the relative safety of the stairwell, Jean switched on the flashlight and shone it onto Leon's hand. It was much worse than she'd thought: the monster had not only eaten some flesh, but it looked like some of his fingers were missing.
Tearing off a strip from her uniform, Jean reached out for Leon's wounded hand. Even if Gremio said the monster would be less likely to follow them here, Jean didn't want to take any chances. It worked by smell, and certainly there was enough of a trail right now that it could attack them once more.
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He took the strip of fabric from her hand, and quickly turned his attention to Leon. Oddly enough, the sight of his hand, badly mangled as it was, didn't phase him as much as one might have expected. Gremio was no military surgeon, but he'd served alongside plenty. And he knew that his usual tendency to fret in circumstances like these wasted time none of them had. "Can you hold out long enough for us to dress this properly?" he asked, carefully wrapping the strip around his injured hand. This wasn't going to work long-term, he knew. They needed gauze. Bandages. Antiseptic.
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Once at the stairs, Masaru took a moment to pause. His head really hurt, though he probably wouldn't admit it out loud. It seemed like the faster he tried to walk, the more his vision would swim. It was only natural to take a break.
But even so, he was a man. He'd just have to bear with it; it wasn't like he was bleeding to death. Yeah, that was right! It'd take a hell of a lot more than a knock to the head to slow him down.
Grinning, the boy continued onwards.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297)]
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The stairwell was even more cramped than it had previously been in the halls, and Larsa ran his hand along the wall to steady himself as they progressed onwards.
"I am not entirely sure how it could be possible, but there may be several different dimensions of Earths where people originate in this Institute. And not only can there be a wide array of realities, but they are also capable of bending time itself. There are those whose memories are far from complete, and on many cases they have the ability to revive the dead."
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Celes stopped daydreaming of her blade and focused her senses back upon their surroundings. "It's very quiet, is it not?" she asked as they stepped into the second landing.
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