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Nightshift 33: M51-M60 Hallway

That announcement had been... interesting, to say the least. The result of the new people over the radio? It was something worth looking into when he'd be more capable of defending himself and others. Right now his wounded arm made too much exploring a bad idea. He'd head to Usopp's tonight and see if the pirate needed any help.

The fact that his roommate hadn't showed up was worrying given the happenings tonight. But if he'd been taken for either Special Counseling or the CM-US sessions there would be no means for him to stop it at this point. It wasn't good, but the boy should return the next morning.

Then again, hadn't he just been taken to be brainwashed not too long before? It was strange that they'd take the same person more than once, especially this soon after the last time.

That was more than Sai needed to worry about at the moment, however. Itachi should have plans, according to the bulletin, so there shouldn't be any reason to wait around and see if he'd be stopping by. He'd simply head to the pirate's room before the usual rush.

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Allen was a little worried when Sasuke hadn't shown up at dinner, but he hadn't seen those men in the white uniforms take him away, so... so it couldn't be those terrible experiments again, could it?

His portable torch's light had begun to fade, so he left it behind. There was nothing else to bother taking with him, so he ventured out into the hall.

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His "roommate" was boring, Aidou was content to say, and he put aside his dinner things with moderate enthusiasm, glad to get see him take off each time. The vampire had a headache, he was chronically crabby because of all the sunlight--the list went on--but the night brought potential. That was enough to get him moving. The journal, he left with his stolen files. He wouldn't be needing a pen and paper, not unless Wolfram got too annoying. A last will and testament was something he'd allow, despite all the uncouth manhandling Aidou had suffered.

Once Aidou had changed into his pants and shirt and was tying his tie into place, he considered what to bring with him. Where had been the question he'd absently pondered since his time in the greenhouse, and he'd come to the conclusion that a little exploration was in order...

Which meant the flashlight, unnecessary prop as it was, would be stupid to take with him. What did he have to justify to Wolfram? Being able to see in complete darkness wasn't that amazing of an ability.

So the only thing Aidou chose to take with him was the radio, stuffed into a pocket. At that the last minute, however, the noble grabbed Gaara's baseball bat as well. Perhaps better for the both of them.

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Suddenly, it seemed like things were going to go from insanely boring to absolutely wonderful in one nightshift. No more trudging around the Institute all day long... there was the chance to just go. To escape, find whatever he wanted... sweet! The only thing to do first was to check in on Luxord and see if the Neophyte was even capable of surviving, and after that it was time to grab the Admiral and blow the taco stand.

Maaaaaan, he couldn't wait! He'd spent way too much time in one place for his own good! With bow and arrows in hand, and his shirt remaining on for the first time ever, the Nobody started moving with a jaunty tune being whistled.

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After having spent the previous night and most of the day sleeping, Fox was eager to get out of his room and back out into the night shift. Last night getting out of the wheel chair hadn't been an option at all, but today the pain in his back had decreased.

It took a lot of effort, but Fox managed to get to his feet. He had to hold onto furniture and the wall as he went to retrieve his sword from it's hiding place. Holding it in one hand he went as steadily as he could to the door and out into the hallway.

Standing up straight was almost impossible, and every step was painful. This was going to be a very, very long night.

There was a faint blue glow coming from beneath the back of his shirt where the implants were, but he didn't have time to pay any attention to that, and there wasn't much that could be done about it.

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It was all Edgeworth could do to swallow down the anxiety-induced nausea that the two intercom announcements had induced. The voice in his head was screaming - it clearly wanted him to stay in his room, not go out, and it accompanied the screams with jolts of pain.

This was going to be a rough night. The prosecutor packed his coat pockets with scalpels, pens, extra flashlight batteries, his pillowcase, and his notebook, the latter going into an inside pocket. He was not going to lose that again.

Finally, he took out his flashlight. He started to head for the door, but had to pause to let another wave of anxiety and nausea pass before he could leave.

Miles couldn't shake the feeling that there was something bad waiting for him somewhere in the Institute tonight.

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Just a couple of halls over, and Sanosuke was pretty damn familiar with the route by now. He barely even needed to use the light stick, though he still did, just to be sure there wasn't stuff around. Last thing he needed was to run into another bug or damn ghost thing like had happened the two nights prior. At least before he met up with his group.

Sanosuke knocked this time, hard bangs with his left hand, but didn't pause before he opened the door. "Hey, Kenshin. You're here, right?" He had understood the talk about some people getting taken, and hell if he was going to let that happen to his best friend without a fight.

There was already someone waiting outside the door, and Matt could only assume it was one of the two he was supposed to be exploring with. If he was knocking on the door then he wasn't the one he'd spoken with on the board. That one had been Himura Kenshin - Japanese with Himura as the surname judging by how he'd responded. That meant this one was Sagara (also likely a surname but he wasn't going to place bets yet).

He stopped to catch his breath after the dash from his room, then gave the man a light wave. "Yo," he greeted with a smile.

Kenshin had just finished tying his hakama when he heard Sano pounding on the door. Subtle, his friend was most certainly not. Oh well.

"Just a moment, please!" he called, grabbing his sword. Once the sakabatou was safely at his hip, he gently opened the door. It was almost surprising that Sanosuke hadn't put a dent in it.

"Sano, do you really have to attack the door every--oh, hello!" Apparently his friend wasn't the only one who had arrived at his doorstep. The rurouni gave the young man a bright smile. "Robin Prower-dono?"

Right before Kenshin came to the door, some guy walked up to him. Sano could only guess that this was the third of their group, and he returned the smile with a smile. At least he seemed friendly.

Then Kenshin had the door open, and Sano couldn't help but laugh at the cut off complaint. "Don't tell me you've started having a thing for doors too, Kenshin. Bad enough Okita's got it."

Turning back to Robin, Sano used his thumb to point to the rurouni and then to himself in turn. "This is Himura Kenshin, and I'm Sagara Sanosuke." It was about his turn to do the introductions, right? "Just call me Sanosuke though."

Dono? He'd thought as much. Kenshin was from one of the many fictional samarai tales. An anime, most likely, judging by the height and hair color. And that manner of speech... that was just over the top. Sanosuke would be from the same series with the way they interacted, unless both had been here for some time. This was also very possible given the clothing Kenshin had managed to procure. It would obviously be more comfortable for him, but talk about standing out...

He knew Mello had been experimenting with languages on the board, but as an experiment of his own, he switched to Japanese. He knew his was damn good, but he still had an accent. Would they notice? "Just Robin is fine, Himura-san. Sanosuke." He nodded to each. "I'm afraid I'm unarmed as of yet, but maybe we can rectify that tonight."

Unfortunately, Kenshin didn't notice the shift in the way Matt spoke. It all sounded like Japanese to him. He just kept on smiling at the young man, totally oblivious to the fact that he and Sano were being tested in any way.

"All right then, Robin-dono." Old habits died hard, after all. "We'll see what we can do for you, of course, but do you favor any specific weapons?" It was always good strategy to know your allies' strengths before you went into a battle.

"Sano, how's your hand?"

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"Eh, it's fine." Well, it wasn't really, but it was as good as it was going to be, all things consider. He lifted it up, and flexed his fingers slowly. Not bad, but not something he should be using.

Equally unaware of the test, Sano shrugged. "I'm just along like always. We're going upstairs, yeah?" The fighter glanced at Robin, then grinned again. "It's not going to be a big deal, I don't think. You don't have to get nervous and start talking funny." Didn't really make it seem like they were off to face horrors beyond imagination, but Sano usually managed to stay in good spirits through most things. Besides, he didn't see much point in getting freaked out.

At least not until they actually ran into something.

Funny?! Matt held in a grumble. His Japanese was excellent, thank you. You'd think they might have recognized an English accent. Maybe not an American one, but English certainly! Guess it depended on how the manga or anime handled accents with foreign characters, if there were any. In any case, that was something to think about. He considered seeing if either of them spoke Mandarin, but that could wait for another time. "Right," he smiled again instead, switching back to English. "Sorry about that."

As for Kenshin's question, "I don't know if I'd be able to get a hold of the sort of weapon I'm used to here." He'd already heard that a gun would be hard to come by. "And I'm not any good at close combat. It would have to be something ranged. I can adjust."

Ranged weapons? Unless Robin was actually a highly-skilled archer, Kenshin knew that he probably meant some sort of firearm. The rurouni had never been all that fond of guns, but if it was what somebody was trained in, he couldn't begrudge them that.

And Robin was right. It was going to be extremely difficult to procure a pistol in this place.

"Can you throw? Small knives are fairly easy to come by, in this place, and this one has also seen pens being used as weapons." Kenshin was lucky that Okita hadn't done him serious injury with that blasted pen. Homura hadn't been quite as lucky.

Well, the guy was talking normally now at least. As far as Sano was concerned, that was the end of that, especially since Kenshin had brought up the more important topic of weapons. The fighter wasn't sure about where to get small knives himself, but he figured Kenshin must've had an idea. Otherwise he wouldn't have suggested it.

"Hey, we can talk while we go, right?" Not that Sanosuke was in a hurry or anything. It was just that he didn't like the idea of standing around much, especially when time seemed to go by so damn fast sometimes. "Let's start, and we'll figure things out when get there, right?"

They'd agree. Or Sano would look like an idiot heading off by himself. Either way, wouldn't be the first time.

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Mozenrath was quick to leave the room, despite his injuries--it appeared his room mate had company and he didn't have the patience to suffer fools (even if his own behavior would have classified as such). Leaving his room meant, however, left him one of two options:

1) Find his gauntlet

or

2) Find Nakago, then find his gauntlet

Both involved searching. It was a matter of picking the direction.

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Kaito added a third syringe to his pillowcase-wrapped supply before setting off, and grabbed his pipe just there was trouble. He had only had a moment to jot down a quick catalog of everything they'd taken that night in the pharmacy, along with at short note of what each item was for, but it was good enough--for now, at least. He'd compile a proper list later, when he wasn't in a rush and had the time for more detailed notes.

M13 was in the next block, but it would be a short trip.

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Albel left his room without a word to his roommate, determined to find a certain blue-haired fool. No one - and definitely not Fayt - would get away with such a thing, and the mere thought was enough to once again stir his anger. With knife and flashlight, he stepped into the hallway.

Hadn't that maggot given out a room number yesterday? M94?

Without giving his surroundings much thought, he quickly moved towards the next hallway. Hopefully no one would be as dumb to bother him tonight.

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Now, where was it Rude had said? M51, right?

Locating the correct room, Reno headed inside. It was empty, which made it easier. He was really up to explaining why he was digging through a closet.

It didn't take long to find the metal pipes; there were only so many places you could stick the damn things, after all. Grabbing everything, he slipped back out.

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Rude felt kinda bad. Not only because he's accidentally upset a nurse and got himself another dose of sedatives earlier in the day. No, he was feeling bad about a certain colleague of his. One he was going to ditch tonight just because, well, because he needed to see a few things for himself. Make sure Reno really wasn't crazy. His doubt in his partner wasn't major. Most of what the guy said made some degree of sense and everyone here seemed to be on the same page. But the smallest of doubts could throw Rude off and he wasn't going to allow that.

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