damned_institute | NIGHTSHIFT 33: M41

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NIGHTSHIFT 33: M41 - M50 Hallway

The Head Doctor's announcement was intriguing, to say the least. Putting that information together with what Kagura had told him about trying to climb the walls last night made Leon quite curious to investigate the Rec Field.

But doing that in his current condition and with his current lack of weapons would be suicide. Leon pulled on the heavy, grey sweater and collected his flashlight and baseball bat. He tore the pages with the maps out of his journal, and tucked them into his pocket. The second floor supposedly had some interesting things. Things like knives.

With a goal in mind, Leon walked down the hall, relying on the light from other patients' flashlights to guide him, at least for now. [to here]

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Schuldig opened the door with a smirk. One of the things he dearly loved telepathy was how much time it saved - introductions, explanations, beating around the bush, all such things could be done away with. Or, at the very least, skipped over.

And they didn't have any time to waste, in any case. He grabbed the front of Crawford's shirt and tugged him into the room, closing the door after him.

In hindsight, he'd reflect that Crawford had been unusually attentive and affectionate; neither were exactly normal for him, but at the time he'd simply been absorbed in enjoying himself, had relished it instead of giving it thought. Self-satisfaction easily overwhelmed introspection.

He also, admittedly, was distracted by his idle disappointment that they didn't have longer to enjoy themselves, and when he got up to dress it was with even more reluctance than usual. "Farfarello will be here any second," he observed over his shoulder. "And Wesker wants to meet with me if I'm going to the basement - not sure if we are; I promised Farfarello a kill tonight. If we don't run into something on the way there, I'll have to find him something. But either way, we may as well talk to him."

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/393234.html?thread=31909650#t31909650)]

To those who knew Farfarello, it was obvious that he was hanging on to his self-control by a thread. He couldn't quite stop moving, his muscles making little tics and twitches that were barely noticeable but always a danger sign. Normally Farfarello tended to go from perfectly still to full speed, and generally didn't waste energy on useless movements (unless it involved blood, of course). Now, though, his agitation needed some sort of outlet, and his remaining self-control limited it to those little, uncontrolled movements.

Farfarello's expression was carefully blank, and he didn't say anything at all when he opened the door and entered Schuldig's room--he trusted that his partner and boss would figure out how bad the situation was without any useless talk from him.

Crawford had been dressed and sitting on Schuldig's bed, gaging the ideas of finding Wesker and finding Farfarello something to kill, when the aforementioned psychopath pushed his way in. Twitching, agitated, desperate for a kill - Crawford could recognize those signs anywhere. He hadn't seen them in a while, true, but they were still unnaturally obvious.

If they went to an important room, or one with useful items, they were bound to find something protecting it. The closer they got to the front door would reveal more items, too.

"Where did you plan to meet him?" he asked Schuldig, still keeping his eyes on Farfarello in case the man decided that he would be the best outlet for bloodshed. (With his headache all but gone at this point - so weak as to be brushed aside for more important matters - Crawford could remember his first vision here with eerie clarity. His stomach dropped momentarily - was that what was going to happen tonight?)

Schuldig knew danger signs when he saw them, even if half the time he ignored them as warnings meant for lesser beings. However, he knew better than anyone else that Farfarello's merited noting and prompt action taken.

It was one of those moments when he was able to read someone perfectly without even entering their head.

He'd been shrugging his shirt on as Farfarello entered, and after one good look at him he was already moving towards the door. "The hallway outside the sun room," he replied to Crawford over his shoulder before catching Farfarello's eye and adding, "Wesker," as a one-word explanation to bring him up to speed. "We'll find something for you to kill either on the way there, or on the way to the basement after we meet up with him. If we don't find anything before we get there - " He paused briefly. "I didn't see any monsters in the basement when I was down there. So Wesker and our fearless leader can probably go on ahead, while we find some entertainment on the ground floor."

Farfarello only nodded in response to Schuldig's plan--it sounded about right, and the berserker was reasonably assured that his need for violence was being taken seriously at this point. Any other night and he might have made a snide comment about whether or not they'd be able to tell Wesker and Crawford apart in the dark, but he really didn't have the presence of mind for humour just now.

Crawford nodded briefly, saw that Farfarello was willing to go along with it provided they got him something to kill on the way, and headed for the door.

"Then we should move," he said. They didn't exactly have much time to waste. And he had to have a word with Wesker personally.

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