damned_institute | Nightshift 33: Doctor's Office #10 [Burroughs]

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yohji

Nightshift 33: Doctor's Office #10 [Burroughs]

((from here))

Well, he didn't hear anything else in the room. That was a plus. He stopped just inside the door, holding his hand out for Yohji to give him his flashlight back. There wasn't much to see in the dark, but there hadn't been too much to see in the light, either. Not that he'd spent much time looking earlier.

She'd called him Omi. How much of their 'fake' lives were included in those folders? How much of it would ring true? He wanted to find out, but first, "Okay, Yohji-kun?"

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Yohji returned the smile with a small one of his own, awkward, but genuine for once, and he was more relieved than he cared to admit that Omi had just accepted it. He still didn't know what to do about it, but Omi knew and that was a start at least.

Yohji stepped back from the desk, going to look at the articles pinned to the cork board. Nothing really useful and nothing with dates on that might give them a clue about what year they were in. The pictures on there though... weird ones, made his skin crawl though.

Omi was quiet, letting the silence grow as he searched. It was a comfortable sort of silence, the sort he was used to from working with the same team for so long.

It took him another few minutes of dedicated searching before 'Thomas, Michael' finally showed itself. This time he did give a little shout of triumph. About time.

Yohji tried to keep from looking at the odd pictures on the board, but they kept dragging his gaze back to them, so he was rather glad when he heard Omi's pleased shout. He turned around, wandering back over to the desk and looking over Omi's shoulder at the file. Michael Thomas? He guessed that must have been Omi's fake name here. "You found it?"

"Mmhm." He flipped through it quickly, glancing over some of the pages. Divorce, brothers, fake assassin's guild and delusions of 'bad people' everywhere.

Yeah, that seemed pretty complete.

He made a face, rather disgusted by the whole thing. He'd read the file because he wanted to see just how much they knew about his 'fake' life, but he wouldn't exactly enjoy it. It was far too close to home. "Looks like it's all here, as far as I can tell."

Yohji leaned back against the edge of the desk as Omi read, not wanting to pry too much into his business. He didn't know what was in the file after all, or if it was something very private.

He turned back, a little amused by Omi's expression, but figuring that something bad must be in there. "Everything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Everything about Kritiker? HOw do they know this stuff?!"

He closed the file and offered it to Yohji. He'd sit down and read it later, when he had time and was sure nothing was about to crawl out of the woodwork, perhaps literally.

"Not everything, but enough that they aren't just guessing. Kidnapped, amnesiac, raised to be an assassin. All the major points." Which, okay, wasn't surprising, considering they'd managed to steal him here in the first place, so knowing a little about him wouldn't be so hard, but he still didn't like it.

Yohji took the file and skimmed through it, his expression darkening at the frank way that Omi's life was described. Everything was there. Even the rest of Weiss were mentioned, albeit in a way that didn't directly name or describe them. "This really is everything," he said, flipping the folder shut before holding it out for Omi to take back. It made him wonder how much his own file would say, if they knew all the tiny details. "They know more than anyone besides Kritiker should be able to."

He sighed as he took the folder. "Which implies that we aren't being randomly taken. They know all this, so they wouldn't just grab anyone. There has to be a reason, but if they can take us from any time, too..."

He glanced around, trying to follow his thought through to the conclusion. It all had to make sense somehow, but how?

"It's difficult to think of a reason that takes in everyone that they actually have here," Yohji said, frowning in thought. "Although, everyone here seems to have at least some capacity for survival in these circumstances. You rarely har of any deaths and wounds, while they might be serious, aren't half as common as you'd expect if you threw a load of random people off the street in here."

"Adaptable, too. No one's completely lost it like you'd expect someone off the street to do in a place like this." He frowned, glad that the dim light probably hid his blush. "Well, not because of the monsters, anyway. Maybe that's the common thread?"

Not that that answered the 'why' of the whole thing, but maybe it answered a small bit of it. Or maybe it didn't. He kicked a leg of the desk, grumbling to himself. "It'd be too easy if it made sense."

Yohji nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the monsters don't seem to be much of a problem for most people once the initial shock wears off. A lot of people seem kind of used to having to fight creatures like that." Not Weiss necessarily, although they'd seen their share of really messed up things. "It could be," he mused. "Adaptable people, capable of survivng extreme conditions. Although that's a pretty broad spectrum of people to choose from then." Why not just kidnap an army?

"So then you get back to why us specifically." A possibly infinite selection of people from across a possibly infinite number of dimensions and worlds, and they chose this specific group of people.

He eyed Yohji. "Like, why me instead of your Mamoru?"

Yohji nodded helplessly, a wry smile on his lips. Compared to some of the people here, Weiss really were nothing special. No special powers, nothing except being able to kill and a ridiculous ability to survive even when the odds were stacked against them.

He looked back at Omi and shrugged. "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind. You're from so much further back then use three." He made a face. "And he's not my anything." Except his boss. That was all.

He rolled his eyes at Yohji. "You know what I mean. He's from your time." He really didn't like the idea that he was going to grow up to be somebody who would get that reaction out of Yohji, but seeing as they'd only made up such a short time ago, he didn't think this was perhaps the best time to mention it.

"And exactly. I'm from further back. Would it make more sense to take a person from the peak? If time isn't an issue, and it's obviously not. So why not take him instead of me?" Assuming, of course, that he hadn't been horribly disfigured or crippled or something, but Omi was pretty sure one of the others would have mentioned that.

"Yeah, I know," Yohji replied, giving Omi an apologetic smile. He shouldn't bring up Mamoru around Omi, he knew that. It was just still so strange and good to have Omi here rather than Mamoru. He wasn't entirely certain how Mamoru would have reacted here, but he doubted it would have been good.

He frowned, trying to think of any kind of reason and comin up with only one. "Maybe it's just another mind game," he suggested. "None of us are sure of how we should act and well, you've seen what happened."

((Ha! Take THAT continuity! Also- plotted out with Yohji-mun, aka not-radio-godmodding))

"It's-" He stopped before he could answer when Yohji's radio clicked on. He really did need to start carrying one of those, too, but for now he had Yohji's. "Outside? You think she's serious?"

Meanwhile, outside the room, there was the dull crash of someone, or maybe something, breaking down one of the other doors in the hallway. Sounded like it might be their cue to leave. Omi edged closer to the door, listening.

[XDD Absolutely]

Yohji paused as well, listening to the announcement with some interest, especially after the announcement on the intercom earlier. He frowned at the mention of going outside and then looked over at Omi. He shrugged. "There was that weird intercom announcement earlier," he said. "Might be worth taking a look at least." They could survey the area from the top of the wall perhaps, and find out if it was true.

"Yeah. Can't hurt, at least. I don't have any other plans for tonight." He tucked the report between his waistband and the small of his back where it would hopefully stay fairly secure. Just his luck if he came all this way for it, then lost it. "Be careful, though. It's getting later, so who knows what's out wandering the halls."

Yohji laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, me either. Not exactly like we can go and rent a movie or something." Not that this was particularly different to a lot of their nights. Breaking and enetering, theft of important documents, a bit of murder on the side. "Yeah. We could try the greenhouse yard. That leads outside and I think the wall was climbable."

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