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Last time he'd been in the Sun Room at night, there'd been some crazy guy with a gun and Neku really wasn't looking to have another bullet in him, so he was cautious as he pushed the door open, his flashlight darting from place to place.  He might not have all his old psychs on him, but he still had a few of Mr. H's pins and those would have to do.  Things seemed pretty clear, but trying a scan before the others got into the room might be dangerous.  Every time he'd tried using his psychs or his other abilities, he ended up getting light-headed, or the static got so loud he couldn't concentrate. 

The Sun Room was supposed to be the big bad hangout for all the brainwashed patients or other creepy night things, but this had to be the first time he'd actually sought one out on purpose. 

"Clear so far," he said quietly, keeping the wall to his back as he took a few more side steps into the room.

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This was already further than Sai had gotten the past couple nights, which was saying something. It was getting over the wall that would be the real test, though. The actual act of scaling the brick would be simple, but the night had an odd way of ending before he'd gotten beyond that point. Hopefully the same wouldn't hold true this time around.

The important thing was to just keep on the move. Chances were there would already be something or someone in the field waiting to hinder them and keep them from their goal. If they could avoid them, and avoid getting drawn into a pointless struggle, then perhaps they could actually get into the woods for once. Of course, this was much easier said than done. He'd been controlled by the Institute once before, and he knew how easy it could be just to keep a patient with their abilities dampened from getting between one door and another.

He would tell himself to think positive, except that wasn't really what Sai was known for.

[M110 @ start]

Annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying. Dinner with that talkative idiot (if Shizuo hadn't been so hungry, after chucking breakfast and popping lunch, and if he hadn't been bizarrely able to hold back, even while irritated, he might've sent another tray flying). The voice in the air, the rude yawning start reminding him of what he'd woken up to that morning, coughing. Disgusting. Another announcement, cryptic and completely smug in the game it was about to play--Shizuo bet the flea was loving it. All that, and then he thought of the damn flea.

All that, and the guy who wouldn't shut up left the room, the door apparently unlocked and the hall dark beyond it. Still sitting at the desk, Shizuo stared at the door, remembering what the guy, Beelzemon, had said. Something about fighting after the lights went out, which made Beelzemon's baseball bat make a degree of sense. The guy had changed his clothes first, which really raised his ire, because in his closet there was only gray, gray, drab gray.

He didn't get it. He didn't understand a damn thing. Worse, it was as if with the unlocking of the door, something had clicked inside him as well. The new, coherent (even rational) voice in the back of his head disappeared; his frustration swelled in a familiar, consuming way. In the empty room, there wasn't anyone to smash. He let his breath out in a slow hiss, a deflating balloon, and muttered beneath his breath a stream of one word: Annoying.

But that word didn't come close to covering this shithole. Whatever, the door was open, he'd get out, he'd get out and find the guy responsible and kill him! Strangle him, rip him to pieces, throw him into a meat grinder! Then he'd find Izaya and punch him, too. Without ever finding the flashlight or thinking about the other shoe options, Shizuo strode into the dark hall, moving as if by sheer instinct immediately right, into the larger hall.

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[from here]

The stairwell was quiet.

... That was really all there was to it. It was identical to the one Rita climbed the previous night, but it didn't look like anyone else had come this way yet. Fortunately for Rita, that meant there would be less competition and less obstacles ahead... as far as people went, anyway. Monsters were another story.

Stepping lightly, so as not to make any unnecessary noise, the mage made her way up the stairs, using her flashlight to guide her. There didn't appear to be any threats nearby, but Rita knew it was never safe to let her guard down, especially in a place like this.

[From here]

Considering most would likely use one of the two stairwells located in the Western wing of the institute, it was natural to find the one Xemnas had selected to be void of such existences. The small radiance provided by his own flashlight was all that sought to break the darkness, yet the beam did not reach far for him to be able to perceive all that was shrouded in these unmoving shadows. The Superior still retained his caution as he began ascending the stairs. The staircase was, after all, a less than desirable place to deal with the institute's monsters.

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[From here]

Having reached the second floor without difficulties, it wasn't before long Xemnas emerged from the stairwell. He paused for the briefest of moments, seeking any disturbances of the silence and the unmoving darkness alike. Nothing leaped from the shadows, and even if others had, too, already made it to the second floor corridors, there were no sounds of battle drifting from other parts that would alert them of their existence.

Still tracing familiar steps, the Nobody moved into the direction of the connecting hallway that would lead him to his destination.

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