Nightshift 36: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

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The hall seemed deserted, with no one else up here yet. Elena wondered if everyone was outside or something, the way they'd tried to go that first night. But they had a mission to accomplish, and hopefully they could find what Rude was looking for.

"We should keep going, right?" she asked. "I don't think these rooms are right from the map..."

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[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude stopped and flicked the torch on, checking up and down the halls. Man, this was annoying. But he was pretty sure Elena was right so he nodded and moved on.

He would have brought his copy of the map but he'd figured Reno could get them there.

Rude moved forwards and tried the door. Locked, but...it didn't seem strong. Ushering Elena back, he rolled his shoulder and neck before launching himself at the door. It gave and he almost fell through (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/500945.html?thread=40136913#t40136913).

[diamondstorm]

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This hallway was straightforward. She needed the door at the end. Locked of course, she glanced around for a moment, using her sensitive hearing to listen for the scurrying of hungry beasts. Hearing nothing, she immediantely raised her foot, kicking directly at the knob.

Two loud cracks and the door was open.

[diamondstorm]

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Renamon would be comfortable dropping off the container, and then finishing her night, but she needed some items from the other side of the second floor. And she had a container to do-so.

She thought a moment, then came to a decision. If necessary, she would slide. It was be tiring, but it would be safer. For now she would be silent, and stick to the shadows.

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[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

The hall was narrower here; good because it was less likely for you to be sneaked up on or have something hiding in the shadows along the sides, bad because if a fight broke out it was harder to defend yourself, fewer places to run.

He gives Hohenheim and Yuuri a curious look, senses still on high alert and worried that something might jump at them any moment.

"We're looking for locked doors? I thought most you could force the door open anyways? Or is that not true for all of them?"

[mazoku-king.livejournal.com]

Yuuri had taken the flashlight with a sloppy grin. The light from the flashlight roamed all over the area until it had settled on the hallway to their left, and Wolfram had followed in suit. The grin never left his face as he was reminded of all of their adventuring days.

"Ahh it's so nice being out and about again," Yuuri ignored the fact that he was practically being carried everywhere as he merrily glanced at the hallway around them.

"There's a locked door!" He announced in excitement as the flashlight passed over the first door they'd come across. He didn't know if what Wolfram was saying was true or not, but they would soon find out. "Let's try that one."

[only-logic.livejournal.com]

Plodding along after Wolfram, Hohenheim had no concerns about what might or might not be lurking around here. He had had very few unfortunate incidences while at the Institute, and those he had were mostly due to one of his children's pranks and not the Institute itself. Besides, they were more or less armed.

He chuckled softly at Yuuri's words and nodded his head. The last time he had been out lurking the halls was as a much younger man. Of course, his adult years had been spent in a lab doing activities that most of society would have been interested in having a part in. Society now might have frowned on it, but it had been important research at the time. Potential witches and plague infected individuals were as good as dead back then anyway.

Pausing at the door that Yuuri pointed to, he peered at the peculiar lock. It appeared more high-tech than he had seen before. The door itself also appeared stronger, and he had to set his pillow case down in order to run his hand over the surface. It felt strangely resilient, perhaps a material or new bond formed chemically.

He released his hold on Yuuri near the wall so that the young man could hopefully keep balanced. He began to root around in his pillow case and drew out a liquid in a bottle and metal shards which he had ground up late in the evening last night. Unstoppering the bottle, he gently and with a complete steady hand allowed some of the clear fluid slip down the door's surface. Where the liquid was rolling its way down, he flicked a few of the metal shards.

The metal sizzled and popped on the door, but there was no effect on the door itself. Very interesting. This must have been a material he had never seen before, and its toughness was chemically resistant. The shards of metal were simply a conductor and would add to any volatile erosion that might have been present.

Scratching his beard as he stared at the door, Hohenheim was in a pickle. He began to mutter to himself and rooting around in his pillow case, exchanging chemicals and trying different combinations on the lock and the door itself. Nothing. No chemical reaction at all. This material was completely inert. He was clearly stumped but more interested than he had been.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

The going was slow. The monk kept behind Kenren. His legs were at least more responsive now though, instead of how they were back in the morgue. He could feel the ground beneath his feet, which was an improvement. Better than nothing at all.

Sanzo kept moving, leaning heavily on the wall for support. He wasn't about to collapse here. Not in front of Kenren. Not if he could help it.

Every few feet, the monk would pause, sucking in deep breaths. It felt like he'd just run several miles, rather than just one hallway.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Acquiescence from Sanzo? Okay, things were really fucked up if that was the case. Kenren was actually starting to worry, really worry about him. Of course, the chances of getting Sanzo to actually explain what had happened to him were about as large as getting Tenpou to actually tidy up his office and throw away some of his junk. The sun rising in the west was much more likely.

He kept walking, keeping his pace as slow as he could without giving away the fact that he was walking slowly. He could hear Sanzo's breathing, harsher and more laboured than it should have been if he'd been in good health. He paused when they neared the end of the hallway, turning back to Sanzo slightly, although he kept most of his attention on the surroundings. "Where's your room?" he asked. That would be a better place to go he thought. He liked his skin in tact too much to suggest taking the priest to the clinic, and it was pretty sadistic to inflict Sanzo on the poor healers at the clinic anyway.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

There was a pause. For a second, he honestly couldn't remember where it was. He could only recall somewhere in male block, which was only fucking obvious, but the number wasn't coming up. Sanzo frowned slightly, closed his eyes for a moment to help concentrate.

After a moment, it came back to him. His eyes opened.

"...M23." Sanzo finally said. He hadn't exactly been too open where his cell was with the other patients in general, but there wasn't any avoiding this. It wasn't as if he could go parrot that back at Homura anyway. The fucker already knew where his room was, and Sanzo wasn't in the mood to argue with Kenren about it. Kenren might've betrayed them by siding with Homura, but at least on this issue, it didn't have that much bearing. Not if Homura already knew.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Kenren pretended not to notice the long pause between asking his question and Sanzo giving him an answer. Memory loss perhaps? It certainly would seem to fit, he thought. He occupied himself with checking along the next corridor instead, peering along it both ways before shining the flashlight down it to get a better view. Nothing nasty that he could see, which was a relief. While he could protect Sanzo if something attacked them, there was only one of him and that would leave Sanzo open to attack.

"M23, right," Kenren said softly, returning to Sanzo's side once he was certain that the corridor was clear. "We'll take the staircase to the left, the one that comes out by the waiting room. It's closer to that block of rooms."


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