damned_institute | Nightshift 32: West Wing, Hall 2-A

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The sounds of battle didn't seem to follow them as Tyki slipped into the next hallway. That was at least one less bothersome problem to stand between him and his cigarettes (provided that he'd find any tonight, of course).

The hallway they stood in now didn't look any different than any other hallway. It didn't really make for exciting scenery, but that wasn't really what the Noah was currently bothered with. He glanced at the various doors in front of him, and groaned at the sight of having even more directions to choose from. They had to be kidding him. Did it ever end?

The Noah was starting to get annoyed by all of this. He was going to kill the person responsible for making this building. And the one who decided it would be a good idea to steal his cigarettes and make him go through nicotine withdrawal. Chances were they were actually the same person, but that would save him some extra work anyway.

He had no idea where any of these doors led to, and doubted his nightshift companion would know much more than him. Just his luck to run into someone that was just as new as he was, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

"So, which door should we take?" he asked her anyway. Why should he decide all the time?

[ETA: Mixed up the East and West. It's fixed now. Sorry! D:]

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The whole hallway had felt... eerie, for some reason, but Mion couldn't quite place why it felt like that as she walked through it. Still, she was glad she was going to be out of it, even if it meant there would be a monster coming up in a moment. Mion nodded at Arlene's request, though just as she turned on the light, Arlene ripped off the bandages, and well... Mion was too taken aback by it to finish covering the light.

"H-Hey, that looks pretty bad!" Mion said, startled at the small exposure of injured skin - which she guessed there might have been more of. Her next question might have been kind of redundant, all things considered, but Mion wasn't really thinking much at that point. "Are you alright?"

So close... Ugh, she was beginning to feel far too nervous for her liking. Rena could only take comfort in the fact that it was dark, and neither Mion nor Arlene would notice her jittery self. They had enough on their plates as is.

Finally, they reached the door. The redhead was just about to reiterate the plan as instructed when Mion pointed out the injury. Instead, a wave of guilt passed over the younger girl while a look of concern fell upon her face. That really didn't look good...

"Y-Yes, Arlene-san, are you all right?" she added nervously.

Such stupid questions. Beatrix looked up sharply at the girls, but then her expression softened a little. They were only teenagers and, even though Rena had been there the previous night, she hadn't seen the extent of her injuries. Rena was probably feeling really guilty as the burns were received because the ex-assassin had protected her from them. Better me than her, she thought to herself.

"It hurts, but I'm fine." She looked up at Mion, the illumination from the unshielded flashlight momentarily winking off of the slightly exposed metal plate in her head at the left temple. "I've had worse," she said with a quirk of her lips. "Remember?"

She went back to the bandages and got the last bit around her wrist torn off and she flexed her hands, rolling her wrists. It hurt, but at least now she had better freedom with her hands. "Focus girls, please - the plan."

"A... Ah... Right," Mion couldn't help but look away for a moment at Arlene's plate, whether because it was because it reminded her of her own or the fact that a friend had gone through the same thing she had - though Mion had already accepted the fact that Arlene had had this happen to her a few days ago - Mion wasn't sure. Mion watched Arlene finish off her bandages, and then nodded, calming herself.

Now wasn't the time to get nervous or worried again - in a few minutes they'd be armed and ready to take down any monster - or person - that came up against them.

"The plan is for us to follow you through the patio, where you would have gone in already to check for monsters. When we're sure that it's safe, or at least that the path to the door is, I'll run ahead and kick the door open," Mion paused, glancing from Arlene to Rena, and then continued. "And after I have the door open, Rena and then you will follow me through it. ... Right?"

A glimmer from one side of Arlene's head caught Rena's eye, and for a long minute, she stared, wondering if what she'd seen matched up to reality. The girl finally decided it was a trick of light or paranoia and turned away. Goodness, she needed to calm down.

Come on, Rena. Get a grip, she chastised silently while offering an acknowledging nod to the woman.

As Mion outlined their plan, Rena listened carefully, making sure to reiterate the important points in her mind. Although her friend had more or less covered the parts, she couldn't help adding one particular bit:

"And I stay here until Mi-chan opens the door." As much as she hated to admit, the idea sounded pretty good to her nerves.

"Exactly," Beatrix said, giving both girls a small smile. She'd caught Rena staring at her for a little while, but the girl didn't say anything, so the Bride decided she wouldn't question why the girl was giving her the look she was. There was a chance in the light Rena may have seen the metal in the older woman's head but this was not necessarily the time to talk about it. If it came up, it'd come up.

"Light off," she told Mion and then, after waiting for her eyes to adjust properly, she opened the door and moved outside.

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