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damned_institute2008-09-20 11:14 pm
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Nighshift 35: Soccer/Recreational Field
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The warm night air kissed Archer's face as he stepped outside. A half moon was out, giving considerable illumination. On the bright side, it meant that he could see pretty well, even at night, but on the other hand, it meant hiding wouldn't be as easy, especially out in the field, without any cover. Nonetheless, he cautiously made his way over to the shed.
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The warm night air kissed Archer's face as he stepped outside. A half moon was out, giving considerable illumination. On the bright side, it meant that he could see pretty well, even at night, but on the other hand, it meant hiding wouldn't be as easy, especially out in the field, without any cover. Nonetheless, he cautiously made his way over to the shed.
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He'd only been in the shed for a few minutes, and it didn't look like he'd alerted anyone or anything. That was always good news. He didn't want to fight before he was ready.
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So far so good. Archer crossed the field silently, communicating to his team the need for stealth. While he knew Dante was itching for some action, Archer also wanted accomplish his goal, divining the mystery of the basement.
Just as he crossed the field, Archer easily scaled the wall, having done it several times before. With enough practice, it was just like riding a bike.
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This, she thought, would be an excellent time to assess the other member. Celes moved out of the way to watch for Brook, and continue to cold shoulder that fool Dante.
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"So, what might your name be, my lovely lady?" Brook wasn't so stuck on not thinking about Celes's panties that he could not keep to his standards. Archer may have told him her name already, but they'd yet to be formally introduced, and it was rude to simply assume should she prefer him call her otherwise! "Oh, and to the gentlemen with the silver hair! You are...?" Brook turned his head back, forgoing the wall-jumping his teammates seemed so interested in. What he found when he looked back was.... well, nothing! "Oya?" He blinked, confused. Had he not followed them out? "Silver-san?" he asked curiously, looking around.
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The air was cool outside tonight but it was clear. Lucivar's muscles in his back, spreading his now invisible wings. What he wouldn't give to be able to fly, scout the area from the air. No matter. One day he would get his wings back. It was just a matter of time.
He didn't speak, just gestured for the others to follow as he easily scaled the wall, dropping down on the other side.
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As Rangiku's little group made it's way up along the fence, Gin wasn't far behind. He caught sight of them, but kept to the shadows and out of sight until they'd cleared the fence. He didn't need to track Ran's spirit thread to know where they were headed.
He waited in darkness for a few moments before moving to climb the fence himself. It wasn't very high and with his injuries all healed last night, the task was a simple one.
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The air was surprisingly warm as von Karma stepped outside. The moon shone in the clear sky, providing enough light to see without requiring the flashlight He promptly turned it off; why waste valuable battery energy and needlessly risk alerting anyone to his presence from the light?
He quickly surveyed the area. The silver-haired man he had seen was scaling the wall to his immediate right, but von Karma saw no one else on the field. The shed was far across the field on the opposite side from him. It would be fastest to cross the field diagonally, but that would expose him too much to any dangers. Taking cover in the shadows provided by the wall to the south, he crept slowly and carefully towards the shed.
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As von Karma stepped out of the shed, he turned the flashlight off once again to conserve energy. He paused to appraise the bat in the better light that the moon provided. It certainly wasn't of the best quality, but it was more than sufficient to serve its intended purpose.
Though von Karma never cared for the sport of baseball, its implements indeed had useful applications. He imagined sneaking up behind Edgeworth, and just at the right moment... Oh, how he wanted to hear that lovely cracking sound as the bat met the boy's skull at just the perfect angle. Like his miserable father, von Karma's worthless student literally would never know what hit him before he died. A cruel grin spread across the prosecutor's face at this glorious thought.
Yes. Now he was ready to confront the Edgeworth spawn. All he needed was merely to find him. Provided, of course, that the boy had survived the scorpion attack, but von Karma knew that his own student was intelligent and resourceful enough to evade the creature. He had taught the miserable brat too well.
As he resumed his trip back to the building, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the bat could double as a temporary walking stick. It was somewhat shorter than his cane had been and thus a little awkward to use, but it still granted some much-needed relief after his trek all the way to the shack. Before long, he reached a door leading into the building. It wasn't the one through which he had first entered the field, but he didn't want to stay out there for much longer.
As he opened the door, he realized that unlike last night, just about everything seemed to go well for him this evening. Almost too well. An inexplicable feeling of inevitability came upon him, just as it had that fateful night fifteen years ago. Was he destined to meet -- and utterly destroy -- Edgeworth tonight? He had to quell this irrational feeling, however, lest he become overconfident and foolishly lower his defense. At a time like this, it was more important than ever to stay on guard.
Turning the flashlight back on and tightening his grip on the bat, he re-entered the dark building.
[And lo and behold, he happens upon the object of his own quest here!]
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There wasn't much going on in the soccer field that evening, which was good. The less they ran into on their way to the courtyard, the better. Sanji kept a sharp eye out nonetheless. You never knew when something might jump out at you.
Usopp was still worried. The chef wasn't going to acknowledge any of those fears for now. He couldn't afford to.
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Well, maybe some of the really weird ones like the triangle-headed guy, but even those cats in the halls probably had a million spares hidden away someplace. The basement? Over the second floor? Maybe somewhere they wouldn't even think to look.
That wasn't important, he tried to tell himself, what was important for now was getting to that shed. At least his boots made it easier to climb over the wall.
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No matter how long a guy had explored humanity's underbelly--racking up centuries of experience with death and carnage--it was impossible to notice how much sweeter the night air was on the senses. In fact, maybe that experience only made it easier to notice. The phantom taste of blood in the back of one's throat was never pleasant, not ever.
Ren took a deep breath to clear the smell, slippers crunching in the trim grass as he moved out onto the soccer field. He hadn't been out here at night too often. It wasn't the possibility of what could be lurking in the shadows that was giving him the hard time, it was the darkness itself--he'd never had to hope for perfect night vision before. At the same time, at least the starlight made things easier to see by. It illuminated the silhouettes of a few bodies scaling the walls around him.
And most importantly, no giant, unfriendly guard dogs, by the looks of it. Which was weird. Were people really making the trip all the way to the front door to get out, or was there just not a lot of home team defense going on that night?
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Archer kept his sword ready, to the side, as he made his way through the field. The moonlight above was shrouded by clouds, casting a patchwork of shadows across the field. With such poor visibility, he was having a slightly harder time seeing the whole field, however, he was able to make out a single shape.
"Who's there? Dante?" he called out, his grip around the sword tightening, readying for combat.
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The night air snapped him out of his trance. He stood in the doorway for a moment, simply gaping up at the night sky – when was the last time he'd seen the stars? – before stepping on to the grounds and distractedly shutting the door behind him. A frown began to grow on his face again when he gradually picked up from his last negative thought... but then he scratched the back of his head.
"Mmf..." Why was he daydreaming at a time like this? What was the point in complaining about the number of hits he'd taken when they were only gonna keep coming?
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He straightened, suddenly glaring at the perimeter fence and clenching both fists at his sides. No way! He wouldn't let himself roll over and die! So what if things were bent out of shape? This wasn't much different from the kinds of cases he'd had to deal with in the past! ... O-okay, so maybe it was- b-but he'd hardly call that a good reason for giving up entirely!
Gumshoe gave a huge smile, chest inflating as he sorted everything out in his head. First things first! – make sure Mr. von Karma was contained! If he could figure out his room number, he could lock him in there by breaking off the door handle! ... Then he'd be trapped in his cell all night. Where he belongs. How 'bout that? he thought with a smirk, whirling around and wrenching the door open once more.
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Elincia moved to push the door open, fully expecting to find another corridor on the other side of it. She had expected the same darkness and the same walls. What she found was something else entirely. It was another open area but, unlike the one from the night before, it wasn’t fenced off. It looked almost as if there was no end to it.
She had little time to look at it though. Her attention was immediately caught by the person who was suddenly in front of her. A person who happened to have a... familiar face.
"Sir Gumshoe!" She felt a smile coming to her face. "It’s... good to see you here."
As soon as her shock over seeing him faded, however, she remembered one important detail. She had promised him she wouldn't go out at night alone, yet... There she stood, all by herself. That... She really had broken her promise.
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The first time von Karma had been out here, just a short while earlier, the sky had been clear. But during the confrontation in the hallway between himself and his two adversaries, some clouds had drifted in, obscuring the bright moonlight. He realized in dismay that he would need to leave his flashlight on in order to see clearly enough. He pulled it from his waistband and grasped it in his left hand. Fortunately, it appeared that the field was deserted; his immediate risk of alerting someone was fairly low.
He considered for a moment whether to return to the activities shed to pick up another bat, which was a relatively short distance away albeit a detour from his destination. He was exhausted from everything that had happened earlier, plus it was quite possible that someone else had looted what meager items remained in the shed. On the other hand, he was still far away from his room and thus could benefit from the aid of another makeshift walking stick to help him return. Besides, he didn't want to commence another night shift without a suitable weapon in hand.
His decision made, he proceeded towards the shed. Along the way, he gradually noticed that a spot on the left side of his torso was aching, just below the ribs. It was the area where his hands holding the bat had been forcefully driven against him during the struggle to reclaim his weapon from the damned defense attorney. Due to the shock and disorientation caused by the surprise move, he hadn't really noticed it before, but now he was painfully aware of it. Most likely, he would have an unsightly bruise there by morning.
Before long, he arrived at the shed. After a quick inspection to ensure that no dangers lurked in there, he entered it.
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Hitsugaya stepped into the rec field and glanced around. Nothing so far, which was a good sign. He glanced back to his partners. "Just over this wall," he commented. "And as Fowl said, we'll be outside the institute. Still in the realm of Dr. Landel. At the end of the night you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. It's fairly sudden, much like the experience that brought you here to begin with."
And with that he began finding the small handholds in the sheer face of the wall and ascended.
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The outside was creepier than the darkened hallways, and even with the little bit of light from the sky, the stars were too shadowed to be of any comfort. She looked around the open space for a minute, then trotted after Hitsugaya. "Nothing was sudden about coming here. Sorta slow actually," she remarked casually.
She visibly brightened. Now this was more her thing. She quickly found a couple of knotholds, then started up. Climbing was something fun to Senna. In no time she was standing on the top edge of the wall, perfectly balanced. It wasn't as scary a little higher up.
She resolved herself to make friends with this Fowl boy, Artemis. "Need any help up?"
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Takaya looked around and narrowed his eyes. With more than enough light from the moon, he could easily see the signs of a large number of other people and a few walking quickly to andfrom there own goals tonight. He glanced over his shoulder at the others.
"Where to, oh benevolent one?"
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Probably a futile hope.
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Usopp hopped down from the wall again, grunting a little in surprise as it took the breath out of him. His chest still ached a bit from having Chopper land on him like that. Trying to tell himself it'd be all healed up by morning, he leaned over to lift up his bundle of sticks again.
At least he wasn't carrying another person, even if it was a very small reindeer-person, and hadn't wound up in a tree. Well, not in a tree against his will, anyhow. Plus, wood! For a night where they were fighting their good friend, it wasn't that bad an evening. So long as Chopper stayed asleep.
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Brook gave the branches in his arms a look before deciding it would probably be better to hurl them over first. He may have been tall, but even he couldn't get over the wall with sticks in hand. And he wasn't light enough to manage the leaps he once could. Sanji had him beat, it seemed.
"Timber!" he called over the wall (because any other call just didn't do when chucking wood), then tossed the sticks first before going up himself. He wondered how Archer may take the scent of tree coming from his closet. Maybe he wouldn't mind it so much. Or maybe it'd make him mad. Hopefully not. "Hmmm... oh!" he paused in his thoughts after remembering something. That was right! Archer! "Ah, Sanji-san, Usopp-san! I just remembered!"
He leaned over the wall and waved down at them. "I was to meet back up with Archer-san! He's probably in the basement already, and he might be in trouble." With how their previous night had been, he likely was. "Would you be able to handle things from here? I do hate to leave with Chopper-san in such a state, but..."
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Gripping the bat tightly, von Karma once again left the shed. It was still too dark for him to turn the flashlight off, so he hoped that no one else -- at least, no one who would present a hindrance to him -- would enter the field before he returned to the main building. As before, he kept close to the wall for safety. No thanks to his fatigue and strained arms, it took him much longer to reach the doorway leading to the hall nearest to his patient block, than it had taken him to walk the same distance in the opposite direction the first time he had been out here.
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