http://only-logic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] only-logic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-08-14 09:40 am

Nightshift 34: West Wing, North Hallway 1-A

[From Here]

Passing through the open doorway, he flashed his light around to make certain that there was nothing potentially dangerous lurking in the hallway. It seemed clear as far as his eyes could tell, so he hurried on. Well, he hurried as much as an old man like himself with things to do would hurry. There was no point in running, as he would save such activities for if he was being chased.

He hoped that Yuuri would be alright making it to the Recreational Field by himself. The youth seemed good-hearted even if a little absentminded. The boy would be fine, he told himself.

[To Here]

[identity profile] lone-arrow.livejournal.com 2008-08-15 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh hell no. No. This was not happening. Surely Statesman hadn't... Manticore could feel the mental facepalm as he realized... yes. His fearless leader could fall for something like that. Faith in the goodness of all men, that sort of nonsense. One only needed to point to the reason why the archer was currently mad at his leader for an easy example.

"I'm leaving now." Manticore had to find Statesman. Now. Justin would have to put his own hard feelings aside to smack States upside the head. How could you do this? The thought was aimed at Statesman. Manticore could guess perfectly well why Recluse had done it. He backed away, not wanting to turn his back on the archvillain.

[identity profile] tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com 2008-08-15 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"By all means, go a head. Oh, but if you want a weapon better than your flashlight, then..." He drew a dagger, holding it out hilt-first. "Take this. I gave one much the same to Marcus as well."

[identity profile] lone-arrow.livejournal.com 2008-08-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Not happening. Manticore remained silent, having nothing else to say to Lord Recluse. At least the Arachnos overlord was still pretending to be nice. There were other people around now as well, which helped. Apparently the guy was trying to play like he was, what, reforming? As if. Manticore kept backing towards the door he didn't necessarily need anymore, but was one he didn't have to pass Recluse to get to. There was another door back into the hallways out there as well.

[identity profile] tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com 2008-08-15 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Recluse smirked once Manticore had turned away, sliding the dagger back into its rightful place next to his blades and watching the man leave. That was one ever-amusing difference between true Villains and so-called 'anti-heroes': A Villain would never care who they recieved aid from, just so long as there were no strings attached... This will be so entertaining.

[identity profile] lone-arrow.livejournal.com 2008-08-15 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Manticore was finally at the door and left one potential disaster for... another, for all he knew.