Nightshift 27: 2nd Floor Hallway near Medical Reference Library and Railed Area

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Once they were safely at the top of the stairs, Ritsuka flicked on his flashlight and swept the area. It was probably unwise to announce their position, but he needed to know where he was. For all the times Ritsuka had been up here, he had never really gotten very far and his memory was fuzzy. Somewhere to his right was the pharmacy, near the railing, where he needed to stop for supplies for Tamaki.

Whether he should stop there first or after their explorations, however, was the problem. Turning to the right, he started forward and tried not to show any fear. He wanted to get things done tonight, even if it meant facing the worst that Landel's had to offer. He just hoped he wouldn't have to do that just yet.

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Back in the stairwell, Malik stood there fuming silently. He turned his heels and was about to head back down when the words Katou left him with rang through his head.

Get pissy and storm off?

Now it really would seem like he did exactly that, stomping off like a disgruntled child. But following after him was just as humiliating, practically admitting that he needed his protection. The bastard!

"Hn."

Turning over the options in his head, ultimately he came to the conclusion that the guy could prove to be more useful than not, considering the dangers that lurked in these halls. Two moving targets meant there was only a 50% chance of being attacked.

He exited the stairwell and entered the hall on the second floor, walking up behind the bastard Katou and stood with his arm crossed as he demanded, "So find us the exit, will you?"

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Katou glanced over his shoulder at Malik, smirking shamelessly. "What's the hurry? Even if you'd get out of this place, you could end up worse outside. Just take it easy and find out what you can, okay?"

He adjusted the knot of his makeshift scarf in his neck and glanced around again. Not knowing what he was looking for, it was hard to decide where to start. The red gloom of the bloody moon outside the sun room ceiling windows made him grimace. He'd seen worse in the past few weeks, but he couldn't deny the creepy factor of the red moonlight.

"Look at that! Looks like some fucking doomsday omen." And then he laughed at his own words, so fitting and yet invoking deep sadness within.

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At Katou's words, Malik turned toward the eerie light. The glowing moon cast a redish hue, spilling over onto the floor from the hall beyond. An odd shiver ran up his spine. He steeled himself, bravely stepping forward to take a closer look.

Omens were for those who believed in fate. They were harbingers of things that were inevitable, and out of one's control. Up until just recently - there was nothing that Malik despised more than his own fate.

"I don't believe in omens," he said stubbornly. Though this was only half true, because his faith in himself was wavering. "Useless."

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"Stupid," Katou said simply, still eyes up at the sky to study the phenomenon. "Don't spit on something you're freely given, pal."

A bit distracted, he wandered further on the hallway and towards the railing that rimmed the opening down to the sun room. He glanced down and then up again, and then laughed silently under his breath. It might have sounded insane for someone who didn't know him, maybe even those who were his friends.

"Fuck this shit just never ends," he muttered with a crooked grin.