Nightshift 31: M21-M30 Hallway

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((Specifically in room M22))

This night was shaping up to be another long and tiring one. Adelheid mentally ran through the checklist of things to do: give a spear to Yukari Takeba, create the sakabatou for Himura Kenshin, sharpen Kenren's blade... and then, if he found a moment to breathe, to do something to let off some of the anger he still felt. At least he wasn't powerless tonight; that was the only good thing for him to look forward to. It had been too long since he'd gotten to fight something that wasn't a patient.

He kept one ear on the radio, still wondering if Jack was honestly gone and convincing himself that such could not be the case. Besides, he was too busy to feel grief now. He had to focus, or else this night was going to be just as frustrating as the previous one.

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The conversation was now winding down, much to the boy's relief. With some effort, he lifted his eyes toward Adelheid. "Sure," he answered softly. "I'll stop by." Not that he had anywhere to be at breakfast or anything.

"Yes, thank you, Adelheid-san." In time to Yukari, Ken bowed his head in thanks, albeit it was difficult with a weapon in his hands. "I promise to take good care of your spear." No losing it to a giant spider this round; he'd die first.

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Adelheid gently picked up Tyche and returned her to the closet, with a whispered admonition for her to stay put. Not that any kitten would deign to listen to a human being, but it made Adelheid feel a little bit better, at least. So far she'd remained safe over several nights, and if Adelheid had his choice, she'd stay that way. Of course, the kitten wasn't the only one that needed admonishing.

As Adelheid picked up his rapier, he glanced at Ken with a slight smile. "I appreciate that, but you should take care of yourself as well. I can always make another spear- I might do so anyway, if that one's too cumbersome for you. Healing, however, isn't something I can do." It was an obvious, glaring deficiency in his repertoire. He could make weapons, he could defend himself or attack... but once the damage was done, he was as weak as anyone else. Before, in his world, it hadn't been such a concern. Here? If he could only manage some kind of healing, everyone would be that much better off.

Ah well. No point in moping about what he didn't have. Adelheid took the flashlight as well, then raised his rapier in a salute before leaving the room himself. He knew he didn't have much time; which meant that he was going to be going as fast as he possibly could.

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[moving here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/333472.html?thread=27778976#t27778976) after 10 years hurr.]