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damned_institute2008-05-30 08:05 pm
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Nightshift 32: M61 - M70 Hallway
In all honesty, Tyki hadn't exactly expected what had happened during dinner. Though it was definitely strange to have woken up in his white side this morning, he hadn't given it too much thought beyond his initial surprise. It had probably something to do with his white side being a laid-back bum, but it simply hadn't come to mind just yet.
It happened after he had finished his dinner, when he was searching his room for something useful while the sun was about to set. The Noah within him had been dormant all day, as it usually was when he was in his human side. But something had changed all of a sudden, which was enough to make Tyki pause as he searched the closet. He knew what was going on, all too familiar with shifting from white to black, but there was only one little problem; he wasn't willing it himself. He could always shift through his white and black side whenever he liked, but now he had no control over it. At all. He couldn't stop it when white turned black, when his skin turned a darker color. It was beyond his own control...
And that didn't sit quite well with the Noah. If there was one thing he had to be careful about, it was losing control. Not being able to turn back. He didn't want to lose them, but...having both was fun.
But he quickly reassured himself. Hadn't he woken up here in his white side? Though he couldn't switch back now, there was reason enough to believe that it wasn't lost. It was too much of a coincidence, to shift to his black right after the sun had set. He didn't knew how, or why, but what if it was related to day and night?
At the very least, having his black side would make his stay a bit more interesting.
He removed his glasses, leaving them on his desk. There was no need for these now. Too lazy to do anything about his hair, he grabbed his flashlight and moved into the dark hallway. He had seen the area on his way to his room, and logic told him the row of doors held more rooms. Not really interested, he moved along.
On to some cigarettes first. He needed a smoke, already!
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It happened after he had finished his dinner, when he was searching his room for something useful while the sun was about to set. The Noah within him had been dormant all day, as it usually was when he was in his human side. But something had changed all of a sudden, which was enough to make Tyki pause as he searched the closet. He knew what was going on, all too familiar with shifting from white to black, but there was only one little problem; he wasn't willing it himself. He could always shift through his white and black side whenever he liked, but now he had no control over it. At all. He couldn't stop it when white turned black, when his skin turned a darker color. It was beyond his own control...
And that didn't sit quite well with the Noah. If there was one thing he had to be careful about, it was losing control. Not being able to turn back. He didn't want to lose them, but...having both was fun.
But he quickly reassured himself. Hadn't he woken up here in his white side? Though he couldn't switch back now, there was reason enough to believe that it wasn't lost. It was too much of a coincidence, to shift to his black right after the sun had set. He didn't knew how, or why, but what if it was related to day and night?
At the very least, having his black side would make his stay a bit more interesting.
He removed his glasses, leaving them on his desk. There was no need for these now. Too lazy to do anything about his hair, he grabbed his flashlight and moved into the dark hallway. He had seen the area on his way to his room, and logic told him the row of doors held more rooms. Not really interested, he moved along.
On to some cigarettes first. He needed a smoke, already!
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Re: Outside M63
"Sanosuke-san?" The swordsman pulled open the door just in time to see the scorpion lunging for the man's legs and instantly snapped into motion. Drawing his sword, he ran forward and slashed at the arachnid's tail, hoping to stop it. As he did so, he said to the fighter, "You certainly get into a lot of trouble, don't you?"
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"Kind of how my life goes." He tried to hide his pain behind a smirk, but it wasn't so simple to do. Okita was a swordsman, and reading things like that was something that any swordsman worth his salt was damn good at. But now especially he wasn't going to give up. Like hell he needed to owe a favor to a guy like Okita Souji.
The cut on his leg made it so much harder to move, but it wasn't the first time Sano had forced his way through something like this. His endurance was his strongest point, so when Okita slashed at the thing with his sword, Sano kicked at whatever side was turned towards him. Between the two of them, at least one should've been able to distract the thing enough for the other guy to land a hit.
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The injured tail was dripping with rancid goo but was otherwise rendered mostly useless as a weapon. That didn't stop the scorpion from trying to strike with it again as well.
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Okita didn't have time to consider the consequences of being stung though and he quickly leaped back as the scorpion came for him. Skidding back, he switched his grip on his sword and ran forward, sliding to the side to slice his blade through the scorpion's legs. Unfortunately, the creature decided to strike then and the disgusting evolutionary mistake the thing called blood splattered right onto his chest. The smell was immediate and Okita gagged, ripping his sword around, not caring if he had landed his earlier blow. Next, he'd go for the head and end this, if the putrid blood didn't cause him to pass out first.
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They'd have to end it quickly. Okita throwing up wasn't something Sanosuke really wanted to see.
Problem was, the best attack Sanosuke had to finish the fight was a bitch to use in this place. The recoil was worse than it had ever been, and the effects not nearly so satisfying. Still, the Futae no Kiwami was the strongest attack at Sano's disposal. He just had to be sure that Okita didn't accidentally take his hand off in the process. Instead of aiming for the head, Sanosuke struck at one of the joints over the center of the creature's back. It sent a fresh flare of pain shooting up his leg, the fighter having to nearly drop to a knee to make the hit. His right fist came down hard, a solid Futae no Kiwami that would hopefully end things if Sano could land it right.
Or that might just break his hand if he couldn't.
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