Nightshift 36: Courtyard

[numberii.livejournal.com]

((From here.))

Why was it that the Courtyard seemed so much darker than most other places? He dug the water features, sure, but Xigbar didn't like how the place just seemed... dead. He had to make a note to get out of this madhouse pretty soon, or else he'd go stir-crazy. Sticking around with people was great and all, but this was just not good enough. Oh well. Cookies were calling, and after getting his munchies, Xigbar could think of what to do later.

Whatever it was, he was going to get something done. Last night was a fluke, and it was never, ever, ever happening again. Ever. He was Number Freaking Two, he was the go-to guy when something had to be done and was interesting enough to hold his attention! Which meant that if he didn't get something done soon, it'd be hard to keep calling himself a member of the Organization. And that just wasn't going to fly.

Comments

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/492738.html?thread=40337858#t40337858)]

Reaching the top of the wall, Usopp paused, staring at the conversation a little down the wall's length. Then he turned around a bit, still sitting on the wall top, whispering to his ridiculously tall companion as though he weren't perfectly obvious sitting up there in the moonlight anyway.

"I think something's going on..! There's two guys and some floaty little angel girl." Normally, a floaty little angel girl would not be threatening, but anything unexpected was pretty scary here. Looking over some more, he saw another girl, wielding...

A really, really great hammer. Usopp paused, staring at it, forgetting the potential threat for the moment in admiration. He thought of his own little hammer, tucked at his waist, and wished for a moment he'd had time and resources to build a new Usopp Pound.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

Brook peered up, listening intently. Since Usopp was whispering now, Brook was readily able to follow suit with a hushed whisper his own. "A floaty what now?" he asked, beginning to shake just a bit. Floating anythings were usually reasons to turn tail and run as Usopp had suggested not but mere seconds ago.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

"Shiny hammer." Usopp answered back in a whisper. He even missed his own old mallet; it had gotten him out of some tough situations, after all.

But it hadn't been in his clothes when those had been returned to him. And he was pretty sure that a hammer that great was not Institute-issue, unlike the wimpy little hammer at his side. Connecting the dots slowly but surely, Usopp didn't need a second warning.

"You know what? Let's go back to the other shed, just to be impulsive. It'll be fun!" He quickly slid down off the wall again, before the girl could turn and do whatever either monstrous or brainwashed things she might be capable of.

[running like a chicken right back here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/492738.html?thread=40391362#t40391362)]