Nightshift 31: M11-M20 Hallway

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Axel yawned as he prepped up his equipment for tonight, shrugging on his coat with little effort before zipping it up to the middle of his chest. He wasn’t expecting anything action packed to happen, but he might as well strut down the halls in style. There really wasn’t much else for him to bring besides his weapon and flashlight, but he pocketed the radio anyway just incase.

The redhead made sure to do all of this as quietly as possible without waking his roommate up. He’d been meaning to approach Ashton about that bulletin post, but it wasn’t like they were going anywhere anytime soon.

Tapping the tips of his boots against the floor, the Nobody strode out of the door and quickly descended down the hallway. It was a good thing that Roy’s room was in the hall next to his. He was starting to get fed up with all the detours he had to make the night before.

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M16

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Goodness knows what II had in mind for the night. Luxord, for his part, merely lounged on his bed and read, waiting for the other Nobody to arrive.

This had better be worth his while.

Re: M16

[numberii.livejournal.com]

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This was the place. Freakin' sweet; Xigbar was making great time, and at this rate he was going to be able to get his bow in no time flat. Of course, the easy part was done; now he had to convince X to come along, and then actually get the stuff. Well, there was nothing like a challenge, right?

So Xigbar, shirtless and all, merrily knocked on Luxord's door, calling out, "Hey, X! C'mon out and let's get going!"

Re: M16

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

At least Xigbar finally learned how to knock. After placing his book down on the table, the Gambler opened the door and frowned.

"You have no shame."

Re: M16

[numberii.livejournal.com]

"Thought you already knew that. 'sides, you've seen more'n this." Xigbar said that all with a broad grin and a gleam in his eye, even going so far as to lean against the doorway to emphasize his shamelessness lean frame. "Anyway, we're going to the sheds outside. So if you haven't stretched, you prolly should. Don't imagine you've been doing much of anything over the past few nights."

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

It had been a quiet dinner, and if anything went right (which it almost never did) it would be a quiet night as well. It was already seeming to head that way, with the alarm that had sounded right before night fell.

If he hadn't promised to be somewhere else, he might've gone to investigate just what was going on.

But more than that, Omi needed him. Ken slipped his claw on his right hand, took flashlight and journal, and headed out the door.

M19

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Gin's roommate had been quiet during dinner, which was well enough with him too. He'd slipped into his old robes, tugging his captain's jacket on, despite the blood stains. White was so hard to keep clean, sometimes he wondered what they'd been thinking in Soul Society, issuing them in the first place. The black was at least practical. With some care, he tucked his knife into the sash at his side, then his pillowcase as well. It would do well in case he found anything worth keeping that wouldn't just fit into his sleeves.

He picked up his radio, tying that to his belt as well, then took his flashlight, changing out the dead batteries for the ones Cloud had given him. Seeing in the dark had to be a useful commodity in this place. Hopefully Cloud would be able to make some decent progress with it.

Gin took one last look at his notes, tucked his map into his sleeve, and slipped out the door. There was plenty to be done tonight.

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M14

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

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Momo approached M14 and somehow found a way to maintain an acceptable control over her emotions. She was very angry at Kimbley for this, but she was starting to suspect his room had been changed by the staff. What ticked her off was his inconsideration in not informing her of this.

Glancing over to make sure Hokuto was staying right where the firl had been told to, the shinigami drew in a deep breath and drew her broken katana. She held it loosely at her side, choosing not to appear threatening to the alchemist at all. Eyes indicative of her displeasure, Momo knocked upon the door before her, much heavier than she normally would have.

She truly hoped Kimbley hadn't chosen to double-cross her.

Re: M14

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

Hokuto glanced around, then put the motor down at her feet; it was clear she planned on staying put, but if anything happened she wanted her hands free.

She had her shovel positioned so that she could grab it quickly if she needed to, but for now she just slipped back into a light meditative state; this wasn't a good time to be alone with her thoughts, but she had alternatives, and this just happened to be the best thing she could do for herself for a lot of reasons.

When she reflected on about how much she'd meditated lately, she realized that in a lot of ways, Landels was the perfect training ground... Hokuto tried not to groan at the thought. If she had the power to get into the Shinigami Academy, even fourth year would be a breeze after this.

Re: M14

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

To be perfectly honest, Kimbley hadn't even been aware of his own room switch until he found himself in a new hallway with a new roommate. It wasn't until the heavy knock on his door came that he realized somehow, that girl had tracked him down - how the hell could she have known - that he'd failed to inform her that he'd moved.

How the hell was he supposed to do that, anyway?

He opened the door and matched her disapproving anger with a dry look of his own.

"This was news to me," he said before she could berate him for up and switching on her.

Re: M14

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Kimbley's admission that he hadn't been aware of the room switch abated Momo's anger. For now. Her features smoothed out again and she nodded. "Good to hear my initial though that you chose to reconsider our arrangement was false," the shinigami replied. She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'd hate for that to have been the case."

She took the six inch piece that had been broken off of her sword from her belt as well as the pillowcase containing the small bag of fertilizer. "I'm sure you have other things to do this night, so if you are ready..." She held the items out to the alchemist, then cocked her head.

"If I remember correctly, you have a meeting with my roommate."

[haikudemon.livejournal.com]

Hijikata moved quickly as soon as the lights went out, tucking a handful of scalpels into his sling in places where they wouldn't gouge his arm. Annoying the injury might be, but that was no reason not to make use of it.

The light and the wooden rod from the closet went on the end of his bed, and he sat next to them, subtly testing his shoulder's range of motion as he waited for Homura to appear.

[screwthegods]

Homura took a bit longer to leave his room, if only because he took the time as always to change into his normal clothes. Part of his routine, the transition from day to night, observer to warrior. Or just a taste of what his life once was, and would be again in time.

In any case, the demi-god wore his outfit proudly, sword tied to his side with a loop of fabric, and a pillowcase tucked into his belt. He carried his flashlight as he came into the hall, and spotted Hijikata almost immediately. Coming over to the man, he smirked, eying the injury yet again.

"Do you feel up for traveling? It will save time if you come with me now." And given how important time was at night, Homura was willing to let the man take the risk. No doubt Hijikata was still incredibly lethal, and Homura wasn't overly concerned about the man coming along as he was. Certainly not like he would be with some others he could name, at any rate.

[haikudemon.livejournal.com]

Nodding shortly, Hijikata tucked the flashlight into his sling and took up his stick. He was growing impatient with the clumsy weapon -- hopefully he would be able to obtain a real sword tonight.

"I'm fine to travel," he said simply.

Besides, injured or not, he found himself cheered at the idea of beating some monster's head in.

[screwthegods]

"Very well." Homura knew it would be pointless to argue with Hijikata even if he was the type to be overly concerned, and he wasn't. The man would be able to handle himself, and that was good enough for the demi-god. And with that, Homura started off. There was, as always, no time available for them to waste.

"This way."

[spandexorgtfo.livejournal.com]

The past two nights had been terribly unproductive, but now Kratos felt that he was finally ready to go back to "routine". No doubt Tamaki would be happy to have one of his healers back...

Shoving two of the muffins left over from his visitors down his sleeve for later, he grabbed his flashlight and slipped out the door into the hallway.

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M12

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

At Landel's, Ashton's sleep was usually dreamless - if one could even call what they were forced to have sleep at all. Spending the whole night out wasn't the most awesome thing ever when you kept doing it night after night. Perhaps that was why he was so willing to go back to his room and crash out. He'd meant to wake up a little earlier, but that couldn't be helped now that he'd slept all day and...

..Claude. He flushed up with worry. Hopefully Claude was doing okay. Ashton had meant to go see him at some point, but... then he'd slept. And he had no idea how much of nightshift had already passed! Oh no! He'd told the Colonel that he'd work for him, and he didn't even get to check the bulletin, and - and - maybe Dias had already left without him, and.. oh, no, this was terrible. He had told Dias he wanted to spend the night with him, but.. maybe he had been sleeping and he hadn't been able to be awakened, or.. oh, the possibilities were endless. Axel wasn't here! Aaah!

Nervous as ever, and still kind of reeling from the crazy dream he'd just had, (he'd been singing and dancing, and it had been absolutely mortifying,) he started pulling on his Expellian robe as fast as possible. Hopefully he'd be able to find Dias if he went fast enough, and hopefully his colleague/boyfriend???/whatever could fill him in.

Re: M12

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Ashton, Dias had gotten a slower start than usual; he was still getting used to changing back into his mercenary outfit every night rather than simply leaving the room immediately. So rather than having already visited Ashton to find him sleeping, the knock at Ashton's door was a signal that he'd only just arrived.

"Ashton?" This time, Dias waited for permission before walking in. He'd actually kind of liked seeing Ashton partially undressed the other day, but he respected his friend's (?) privacy. He was also still having difficulty finding a word for what they were now.

Re: M12

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

It came as quite a surprise to Ashton to hear the sudden knock. (Dias' knock. No one else knocked like that.) For all the brunet knew, he'd already slept through half of nightshift. Had Dias also been sleeping? Or maybe Axel had slammed the door on his way out, and that was what woke him up, or.. something. Either way, he felt like this was cause for celebration. He wasn't sure how. So he sprung off the bed excitedly, his boots buckled up all neat - neater than his hair, anyway, which was kind of all over the place. Ashton's hair was naturally just a little unruly, but not like this.

Throwing open the door - and jumping at the sudden crash from the doorknob hitting the wall - he couldn't restrain his grin. "Ahh - Dias! I slept half the day, so.. sorry I didn't get to your room first! I mean, it's fine to come to my room and all, but, uh, you can just come in, you know. It's you, so.." He didn't know what he was saying, so he started turning back into the room.

Perhaps he was still eager to please from their little argument earlier. Or maybe he was just happy to see Dias again. Chances were it was a bit of both.

Re: M12

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

Dias blinked briefly at Ashton, and - somewhat to his own surprise - found himself biting back a smirk at his partner's hair, which looked (at the moment) less like it were a natural growth but more like a fuzzy animal that had alighted on his head after taking a hit from some lightning-based Heraldry. Fortunately, Ashton turned away before he noticed anything in particular.

"Actually, we should probably get going right now," Dias replied, mastering the urge to chuckle. "Our assignment for tonight is to meet up with somebody named Hughes at M6. I think we're going to the basement." That, at least, was intriguing; one of the last things Jack had told them - had, indeed, perhaps ever said to anyone - was that the way out of the institute could be found downstairs. And, as of yet, none of them had gotten the chance to investigate.

M19

[ham_fisted]

The investigation into the whereabouts of Phoenix Wright started tonight! Dinner shift was spent in peace again, apart from the sound of pen scratching paper. He had a list of phony names to sort through, and even as the lights went out and the doors unlocked, he'd continued to squint at those names, chewing the end of his pen while he double-triple-quadruple-checked everything was in order. He didn't so much as glance up at his roommate. Normally he'd have abandoned the idea of self-preparation if it meant making someone else feel welcome.

But he didn't need any mishaps. Not tonight.

Slamming the notebook shut, the detective stuffed it into his pocket, counting a set of four scalpels and dropping them into another one as the pen in his hand was returned to its resting place; behind his ear, respectively. His mouth parted a little as he looked to his roommate's bed to say goodbye. He'd already left...

He was pumped, ready to dash out into the hallway when he was halted in his tracks by a woman's voice. He warily slid open the closet, cocked a brow at the radio... before letting it fall into his coat too. In his rush, he also almost forgot his flashlight. Registering pitch darkness as pitch darkness didn't mean he could see!

Re: M19

[ham_fisted]

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[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

The meeting with Doctor Muraki had been so aggravating that Frey had spent the rest of the day alone in his room, eventually falling into a light doze. He felt a little better for the rest, though hungry, so he reluctantly ate a bit of the now-cold and quite disgusting dinner left over from earlier in the evening.

That done, he took up his staff and hoped that he hadn't overslept by too much, and that the Sword would be understanding that his injuries were quite draining on his energy reserves.

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M17

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

Scar had spent most of the day by himself, not that that was anything new. What was new was the strange way in which some of the nurses had glanced at him, how some of them had scribbled down notes on their clipboards more feverishly than usual when they'd escorted him from shift to shift. The Ishbalan was wary of the change, but then again, it wasn't unusual for the staff to change their routine every once in a while. Scar wondered if it was just to throw the patients off.

In any case, he was getting ready to head out, grabbing his flashlight, his radio, and an extra sweatshirt should he need bandages.

Re: M17

[a_sin_for_him]

(from here)

Shaking her flashlight and cursing at the thing under her breath, Lust finally reached Scar's door. She didn't bother knocking - why bother? Scar was either out and about already, or he was inside. It wasn't as though she could walk in on anything shocking. Not in Scar's room.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, as she opened the door and noted Scar toting the usual supplies. Her arms were bandaged lightly, indicating she'd already been out in the hallways for most of the night - and hadn't fared particularly well.

M17

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

Scar whirled around as he heard the door open, but he noticeably calmed when he heard Lust's voice and saw her figure in the door. He turned back to his supplies, setting them out on the bed and looking down at them.

"Not sure," he muttered, then looked over his shoulder to give her a closer look. He noticed her arms were bandaged and frowned. "You get in a scuffle?"