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damned_institute2008-02-26 02:53 pm
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Night 30: Main Hallway, 1-East
[From here]
Homura had to pause for a moment when he came to the main hall, just long enough to grit his teeth against the pain. His eyes were never still, however, his guard never lowered as he lingered. One minute, two, then onward, refusing to delay any longer than absolutely necessary.
He hated being this way.
[To here]
Homura had to pause for a moment when he came to the main hall, just long enough to grit his teeth against the pain. His eyes were never still, however, his guard never lowered as he lingered. One minute, two, then onward, refusing to delay any longer than absolutely necessary.
He hated being this way.
[To here]
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Perhaps there was some supernatural explanation. It would hardly surprise him anymore.
And the fight did not seem to be calming in the least.
"We should get out of here," he said in an undertone, his gaze sweeping quickly around the hallway until he spotted the nearer flight of stairs. "Let's wait on the stairs."
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He glanced around, locating the nearer flight and then heading towards it cautiously. "Hope Hattori steers clear of the fight when he shows up."
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He moved after Kuroba, remaining between the younger man and the battle. He could see bits of lightning sparking off some attack that one of the combatants had used. Not a simple swordfight, that. Some other power was involved, something like Homura's fire.
He moved a little faster.
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Kaito sat down on the bottom step when they reached the stairs, looking back towards the fight. He couldn't, wouldn't relax as long as it was going on; he was ready to jump up at a moment's notice if it spread in their direction or if any other threat popped up.
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From the tenseness in the younger man's posture, though, he didn't need to tell Kuroba to be ready to flee. He wondered how many fights the boy had been in to have developed those reflexes.
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"Hey, sorry!" Heiji panted, running up to both Hijikata and Kaito out of the darkness. Just in case, he had his pipe in hand... he wasn't going to get caught unawares by anyone again. "Homura and I... took longer than expected."
The detective frowned at the thought. Unbeknown to him, he had a rather telling slash and matching bloodstain on the bandages around his neck. Bastard was a nut job for sure.
"But let's get goin', yeah?" He grinned, "I'm all set for action!"
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"You look better," he said, hopping up from the step. Running was definitely a good sign, especially considering he'd had trouble walking last night.
The dark spot on the bandages around the detective's neck caught his eye. "Run into any trouble on the way?"
Apart from the blood, Hattori didn't exactly seem worse for the wear, so whatever had happened to delay him and Homura couldn't have been too bad... Of course, Homura could have been the trouble. He and the demi-god had barely spoken at breakfast, but who knew what would've happened if it weren't for the riot?
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There was no reason to waste time on speculation -- or on conversation. Hijikata started up the stairs, a wary eye lingering on that fight.
"Let's go," he said gruffly to the two teenagers. "We can talk on the way."
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