damned_institute | Nightshift 31: M1-10 Hallway

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Nightshift 31: M1-10 Hallway

[From here.]

[Specifically outside M1]

Nope, no one here either.

Axel sighed loudly. It wasn’t like he wanted to frolic around with two dozen or so people scrambling about, but he didn’t want to become bait for anything that was hiding in the corners either. He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but someone was bound to crawl out of their rooms at some point.

It didn’t take long to reach the end of the hall, but he made no move to knock at Roy’s door. It looked like the guy was expecting a few visitors and he was pretty sure that he wasn’t one of them. Nah, all he had to do was wait for the rest of his teammates to arrive, drop off whatever they gathered up and off they’d go.

Leaning his weapon against the wall, Axel followed suit and nestled back against the hard surface.

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Though he decided to keep quiet throughout Roy's little demonstration, this didn't mean he was also going to sit still. With pen and notebook already at hand, Jade also waited for the other man's approval so he could add another array to his growing collection.

"Well yeah, something like that." Xigbar fought the urge to go 'duh' immediately afterwards. If a Nobody asked for something to be made in a certain way, then it was to be expected for that thing to be made that way! But Roy was making a bow, so Xigbar was gonna play nice. Even if it wasn't a bowgun or his beloved gunarrows, it was still better than a pokeball when it came to doing damage.

...still, he really wanted to quip about the obvious part. Nah, he wanted the nylon to be used for the wood part and the bats for the string!

Ah well. In his mind he could make those cracks, and that was the important thing. "Be sure to keep the wood nice 'n' thick like in the drawing, yeah? Don't want it snapping like a twig when I'm shooting. But not so thick that it's not bendy."

Luxord was trying, of course, not to laugh at how the conversation sounded out of context. It was a bit immature of him, but as his demeanor held the same, studious look it normally held, who would call him out on it? No one- that's who.

And would they hurry up by now? It was beginning to waste his Time, that was abundantly clear.

Nodding at the other's requests, Roy took to drawing. The arrays didn't have to be too complicated, luckily, so it didn't take very long. He made sure to lift his arm slightly so that Jade could watch as he sketched, though once he was done he didn't hesitate to head over to where he had left the materials on the floor.

It was a little strange having such a large audience (usually there were one or two people watching, but three?), but he imagined that it was quite the spectacle for those who weren't used to alchemy.

Setting down the piece of paper, he pulled the bats and the nylon slightly onto it before taking a deep, clearing breath. With that, he leaned forward and set both hands down on the paper, initiating the transmutation.

It was a little different from the more yellow light he had been seeing as of late (a little darker), while making all of those swords, and he had to strain himself more than usual in order to reshape the wood into the curved form of a bow. He could only hope that he had it right, having to go by how he knew they looked rather than focusing on the logistics, since it wasn't something he knew about. He also made sure to form the nylon, and even used his alchemy to string the bow, leaving it fully finished once he was done and had pulled away.

He felt a stirring nausea in his stomach from the exertion, and the sweat was pouring down his forehead as usual. He lifted his arm up gingerly to wipe it off and then leaned back until he was sitting, his breathing uneven. He didn't know if he had it in him to make any arrows at the moment.

The moment Roy lifted his arm Jade wasted no time copying the array the latter was drawing, making sure to leave notes off to side about the type of weapon being produced. When that was over he quickly flipped to a blank sheet, keeping his pen hovered over the paper as he watched the other set the materials on the floor.

Jade kept his eyes on this 'conversion' of sorts, making note of Roy's posture and the length of time that it took as he scribbled his notes down. As usual, there wasn't much that needed to be said. He'd hold off his questions until after the other two left.

Xigbar whistled as he saw the light show, quite impressed to be honest. Strange to see so much power left to someone around that place, but heck, Xigbar could do some nifty things himself, so perhaps it wasn't so strange. More important thing was that he might just have a workable bow.

The Nobody knelt down and took the bow in his hands, his one eye narrowed as he scrutinized the work. No warps or imperfections, nice thick material, and designed exactly as Xigbar had wanted it. Mm, perhaps a little too thick... The Freeshooter pulled the string back and let it go, his pointed ears carefully tuned to the twanging sound. The string was definitely good to go, a nice echoing sound just peachy for what Xigbar wanted. Good stuff!

"Great stuff! ...huh, though. Silly me, forgot to get something for the arrows. Mind if we try that tomorrow?" Which translated, in Xigbar-speak, to something akin to, "You're beat and probably don't want to admit it, so how about a nice face-saving excuse for a rest?" The fact that Xigbar even bothered to offer something like that showed how happy he was to finally, finally, have a bow. Well, that, and the wide grin plastered all over his face.

Had he the jealousy in him, he would have glared at the alchemist for holding onto such power, even if it had drained him as such. Instead, Luxord merely glanced at II with his continuing 'blank-stare' theme as if waiting for the signal to get up and leave.

The thought of running back outside for an encore of the night's performance made the Gambler wince internally. If Xigbar wished to repeat himself the next night, so be it, but X would kindly decline.

For once, no one came over and asked him the redundant question ("Are you all right?"), which he was exceedingly grateful for. He didn't know what that said about the people sharing the room with him. Either they didn't care, or they knew there was no point in bothering with pointless inquiries.

"That's fine," Roy responded shortly, his breathing still shallow and erratic. He doubted he would be able to make anything for anyone else, which meant that this man's order was going to take up two nights, but he could most likely "cash in" on that in one way or another.

It appeared that he had managed to form a proper weapon for him, since he didn't even voice any complaints. He was inwardly pleased by that, even as he tried to work through the fatigue that was overtaking him - it meant that he still had that skill that had gotten him a place as a State Alchemist, weakened as he was.

Well, it looked as if Roy's customer was pleased with the results of this little experiment. Jade took note of the latter's fatigue, knowing full well what was in store for him once he attempted his own transmutation. It was quite bothersome, and it would most likely put him out of commission for several nights, but he didn't have much room for complaint.

"Cool; I owe you one. Take it easy 'til tomorrow, 'kay?" Xigbar offered a grin and a waving sort of salute, turned to go... then paused as he looked at the other man. He still didn't know quite why the guy was there. Sure, he could make some inferences, based on how Roy interacted with him, but Xigbar didn't even have a name. Weird.

Ah well. If he wasn't gonna be friendly, Xigbar didn't have the energy to ease him up, on account of a certain Nobody that looked like he was planning on never ever doing anything with Xigbar again ever. Which just wouldn't do at all. Therefore, Xigbar took the bow in hand and waltzed out, thinking of what to do to get Luxord in a better mood. Kinda tricky, what with no alcohol, but he'd think of something. He had a bow, that clearly meant that he could do anything!

((Waltzing out to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/336340.html?thread=27654612) ))

Oh good, it was over. Luxord gave one last glance to the two men before stepping out and following the other Nobody without another word, definitely planning to not do anything with Xigbar ever again if this was what would transpire each time. So damn dull...

[What he said, but with minimum waltzing.] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/336340.html?thread=27654612) ()

Roy definitely was going to take it easy. He wanted to let out a sigh of relief as the door closed, but there was still someone in the room, which meant he still had to keep up that front of not being as floored by the lack of energy as he actually was.

That didn't stop him from half-turning his body toward the bed in hopes of getting onto it to rest, though. In the end, he wasn't sure he had it in him just yet to pull himself up, so he chose to stay on the floor, eyeing the remaining materials.

"Well," he commented when he was more certain his tone wouldn't come out weakly, "that's about the gist of it."

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