damned_institute | Nightshift 33: M1-M10 Hallway

Considering the mood Roy had been in when he had been brought back for dinner, he had been glad to find that his roommate was still in a deep sleep. He would have made for horrible conversation when he could only think about Kimbley's words, the look on his face, and the feel of him.

It wasn't like he hadn't been forced to endure that countless times before, but it had been a while since they'd had a talk like that. It was hard to stop thinking about, even with the prospect of nightshift ahead of him. It also kept him away from his food -- thinking about the possibility of having to burn someone to death (or tear them apart with claws, since that was a viable option now) wasn't very good for the appetite.

The announcement before nightshift came on as normal, and Roy was busy zoning it out until the doors suddenly opened long before they were supposed to. His head snapped up to the intercom, and as a strange recording started to play, he placed his full attention on it.

Things certainly seemed to be going wrong for the Head Doctor tonight, and that was almost enough to get Roy's mind off of Kimbley. He made sure to grab his radio this time, and while he had a few guesses about what was going on, he would rather stick to the original plan.

Granted, he had to make Reno his weapon first, but he might as well find Hughes and let him know about that while he waited for the redhead to show up. Roy stepped out into the hall and moved down to M6.

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The drumming was enough to set him on edge slightly (this was a favor he was doing for the man, after all - he shouldn't be rushed), but he showed no outward sign of it, instead getting to work so that they could both get this over with as soon as possible.

As expected, the light shot up and made most of the room far more visible than it usually ever was during the nightshift, though it wasn't quite as overpowering as if he had been making a larger weapon. It also didn't take as much time, but Roy was still left gasping for breath by the end of it.

The newly-made knife was laying on the floor once the light died down, with the leftover metal neatly placed next to it.

Roy stayed where he was for the moment, on his hands and knees, wanting to recover before he made any effort to move.

Reno's hand went up automatically to shield his eyes from the flash of light. Man. This was like watching Rude tinker with his wacky explosives, but with less colour.

His gaze went back and forth between the knife and Roy for a second or two. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but Roy basically pulling the thing out of an explosion of light really wasn't it.

The guy didn't look too healthy, though.

"You okay?"

Sweat was starting to drip down his face, so Roy pushed himself up and back so that he was seated on the floor. It probably looked pretty pathetic, but he was used to it by now. He wiped his hand over his face and took a few more breaths before actually answering the other man.

"I'll be fine." Just a brief question like that didn't bother him too much, at least -- it was when people started really getting concerned that he got annoyed.

"Do me a favor and move that leftover metal into the closet?" He lifted one hand to point out which one he meant. He knew that Hughes was waiting, but he needed a little longer to recover before he tried to stand.

Reno eyed Roy like he didn't quite believe him, but he didn't say anything else on it. Not really his business—or his style.

"Yessir," he replied casually, but without his typical mocking edge. He scooped up what remained of the metal and dumped it into the closet, catching one when it almost fell to the floor. He hastily shut the door before any more pipes could spill out.

"You need anything else?"

"That's all," Roy responded, straining to reach the closest bed and then use it to get to his feet. It wasn't as bad as normal since he hadn't made a very large weapon, but he still felt kind of shaky. He pulled up a hand to his head in hopes of stopping it from spinning.

He glanced to Reno and motioned to the knife, indicating that he could take it. "Anyway, I'm sure you have things to do..." The implication was that he also did, but Roy wasn't sure if that was communicated very well considering how out of it he was at the moment.

"Yup." It wasn't too clear either way whether Reno caught the message or not, but in any case, he was obviously ready to get gone himself. He reached down and picked up the knife, toying idly with it as he headed for the door. There wasn't enough time to tell how well it handled, but it felt decent enough.

"Owe you one," he called over his shoulder, slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Now, where the hell to find Rude.

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The man did owe him one, but Roy figured they could work out the details of that later. Now wasn't the time for idle chatting or negotiation, and he let out a sigh of relief when the redhead left. This gave him the chance to recover and catch his breath.

Hughes was likely going to see Reno leaving the room and heading down the hallway, which meant that he would be expecting him to be emerging as well. He didn't have much time, then, as he didn't want his friend to think that he couldn't handle the trip they were making tonight.

So after just a moment or two, he exited his room (with his set of maps in hand this time) and moved back down the hall toward his friend, trying not to let his fatigue show in his body language.

Hughes had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed in a relaxed stance, waiting for the two to be done. He watched as Reno left and shifted, waiting for Roy to follow. He figured the other man would probably need a minute or two, and that was fine.

Right on time, Roy joined him in the hall. Hughes stood up, adjusted his glasses, and nodded.

"All set?"

Relieved that Hughes didn't have any concerned questions or admonishing looks for him, Roy simply nodded in response to his inquiry. "Of course," he said, hardly one to pass up the opportunity for a little arrogance, especially when it was with someone who wouldn't be bothered by it.

"I brought the map as well. It's hardly complete, but it should give us some reference points to work from once we're down there." But getting there was the hard part, wasn't it?

"Which route were we going to take? Through the Sun Room or outside?"

"Uh...." Hughes ran a hand through his hair as he followed after Roy. Good question.

"Either one's probably gonna give us problems," he pointed out. At least if previous nights were anything to go by.

"What do you think?"

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Nightshift 33: M1-M10 Hallway

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