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damned_institute2008-01-18 07:17 pm
thesadist) wrote in damned_institute2008-01-18 07:17 pm
Nightshift 29: M1-M10 Hallway
[Currently from within M2]
Daemon been half afraid this night would be a repeat of last, that he would continue, night after night, to be trapped as a puppet of this place. An illogical fear, maybe, but there all the same. He'd been used for such things for far too long to not anticipate a re-occurrence. The relief he felt when none were forthcoming was almost breathtaking in its force.
Settling back on his bed, he made himself comfortable, fully intending to wait for Renji to show up for their scheduled brawl. He was actually looking forward to, an equal meeting, a way to work off some of the frustration and helpless rage this place was so good at instilling in them. He was certain he could use the outlet as much as the redhead.
Darkness fell, and the radio snapped on overhead once, then again, signaling the change of things out in the building, although there was no doctor taunting them this night, only the harsh gutteral sounds of a transformed nurse, if his guess was right. He listened to the words with a fierce frown, sliding his legs over the bed and wondering if he should really be waiting here in his room while others were being dragged away for much worse tortures than he'd endured last night...
The pondering lasted all of a moment. That was when he felt it. Felt her.
For one long moment, he stood there in the center of the room, frozen in shock, and then a roar of disbelief and fury escaped him, the temperature dropping to an icy degree within the four walls, a covering of frost coating the furniture almost instantly as his rage unleashed. Without pausing to grab anything other than his flashlight to illuminate his way, Daemon tore out of the room, following the faint pulse of familiar Ebony power that filled him with both furious and joyous relief.
She was here. She was here and afraid, and she was alive.
[Going here.]
Daemon been half afraid this night would be a repeat of last, that he would continue, night after night, to be trapped as a puppet of this place. An illogical fear, maybe, but there all the same. He'd been used for such things for far too long to not anticipate a re-occurrence. The relief he felt when none were forthcoming was almost breathtaking in its force.
Settling back on his bed, he made himself comfortable, fully intending to wait for Renji to show up for their scheduled brawl. He was actually looking forward to, an equal meeting, a way to work off some of the frustration and helpless rage this place was so good at instilling in them. He was certain he could use the outlet as much as the redhead.
Darkness fell, and the radio snapped on overhead once, then again, signaling the change of things out in the building, although there was no doctor taunting them this night, only the harsh gutteral sounds of a transformed nurse, if his guess was right. He listened to the words with a fierce frown, sliding his legs over the bed and wondering if he should really be waiting here in his room while others were being dragged away for much worse tortures than he'd endured last night...
The pondering lasted all of a moment. That was when he felt it. Felt her.
For one long moment, he stood there in the center of the room, frozen in shock, and then a roar of disbelief and fury escaped him, the temperature dropping to an icy degree within the four walls, a covering of frost coating the furniture almost instantly as his rage unleashed. Without pausing to grab anything other than his flashlight to illuminate his way, Daemon tore out of the room, following the faint pulse of familiar Ebony power that filled him with both furious and joyous relief.
She was here. She was here and afraid, and she was alive.
[Going here.]
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Yohji grinned when he saw Cliff's eyes run over him. He certainly wasn't going to discourage it. "Me? I don't tease." He shrugged. "The rest of the booze?" he suggested.
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"How do we know who wins? And it's your booze, so what's in it for you?" He said all this with the rolling intonation of someone who'd played this game hundreds of times before, maybe a variation here and there but still the same old game. Cliff laced his fingers and leaned back against them, looking perfectly at ease.
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"And you'd better get off my roommate's bed. He's a little...well he's got issues." He beckoned Yohji over, knowing the assassin would see the ploy for what it was and not caring particularly. "It's gonna be a long game kiddo." He said, a purr beneath his teasing. "Might as well enjoy it."
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He slipped off the bed and stretched lazily. "Well, I'd hate to upset your roommate," he said, practically purring. He walked over to the other bed and settled down on the edge of it before stertching out full length, not quite touching Cliff, but with only an inch or so seperating them. "I'm sure that I will."
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"If anything happens... There's a kid named Fayt. He's got blue hair and a bit of an attitude. Look after him, ok? Maybe put him on a leash for me. He's important to my world."
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But then, that nasty little part of his mind seemed to say, what do you expect when you get close to someone? They never come out unscathed and usually not alive.
He slumped slightly and nodded, gritting his teeth to keep from saying something that he'd really regret. "Sure. I'll keep an eye out for him. But you have to look after my people if something happens to me. You'd probably do a better job of it in any case."
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The expression on Yohji's face was enough to tell him just how much of a mistake he'd made in asking. He tried not to grimace.
"You don't even have to ask. Hey," Cliff moved his arm from Yohji's waist and caught his fingers. "The only place I plan to go is out of here when it's all over. That's why we keep fighting, right?" He urged Yohji's fingers into a fist and closed his hand around it. Cliff grinned a little. "Klausians never stop fighting."
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Well, as long as Cliff agreed to look after the others, that was a relief at least. Sometimes... well, they weren't the most stable group of people in the world. He managed a weak but genuine smile and nodded. "Yeah. We're all going to get out of here," he said firmly. "Together. Weiss never stop fighting either," he said with a wry smile. Not even when the odds were firmly stacked against them. They just clung on.