Nightshift 34: F1-10 Hallway

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Okay... that was creepy, thought Sheena as she stared up at the intercom. She glanced around her room nervously, balled up pieces of discarded paper strewn all over the floor by her. The man sounded like a seriously screwed up Desian that liked to toy with people... like Kvar did. Shuddering, the guardian picked up the cards she'd made with an ink-stained hand and fanned them out.

Alright... not the greatest work she'd ever done, she had to admit, but only three of them felt a little off when she concentrated on them. A few smudges of ink shouldn't matter anyways. Fanning herself once, she then folded the cards back up and looked down at her inky hands. "Stupid pen. Why did it have to break so easily? I was just trying to figure out where the ink was, NOT get it all over me. I hope I don't have any on my face..."

If she did, she was certain Raine would point it out to her. As long as the half-elf didn't do that weird lick her thumb and wipe it off thing she'd seen her do to Genis more than enough times, Sheena would be fine. If not... well... she'd glare at Raine or something. Grabbing her flashlight and cards, Sheena lamented the lack of an obi as she left her room.

Now where was F18?

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Lucivar looked to the woman who spoke to him and gave her a slight nod. "Lady," he replied politely, figuring that if she was with Renji then she wasn't a threat to him. He looked to his right and made sure Karla was still safely with him, stepping aside to allow the others into the room before looking to Renji.

"A door?" he snorted. "That doesn't sound too difficult."

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Shiki's world sounded more like Ururu's and Orihime's than any other world had so far. It was interesting to hear it in the context of a game, just because that sounded like something Kisuke-san would say to Ichigo when they were training. Ururu had had a fun time when it was her time to help train. It had been a lot like tag, except she had been trying to hit Ichigo harder than she tried to hit when she played tag.

The memory made her wish for home a little.

But Orihime had asked Ururu about her powers, and Ururu thought about it as they came to Rangiku's door. "A little, I guess. I'm pretty strong all the time but I get stronger when things are really bad." Or that's how Ururu thought it worked. Since the little girl didn't remember exactly how things went when things got really bad most of the time, she couldn't be sure. It seemed that way though.

Ururu, like Orihime, wanted to be sure that they wouldn't be interrupting before they came into the room. So she didn't go inside the door, but she did come beside the older girl. Ichimaru was friends with Rangiku, and even though he had behaved even when there weren't other shinigami around, Ururu was still scared. That made her more protective, but she didn't need to be, because Ichimaru wasn't there. Just Rangiku, Renji, and two people she didn't know, and who weren't shinigami.

"H-hello." The girl bowed slightly, knowing that it was polite.