ext_201958 ([identity profile] full-score.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-12-09 09:51 pm (UTC)

M44

His dinner passed by quietly enough, though he hadn't really expected to hear that mysterious woman's voice over the intercom. Her words were strange, just like all the other riddles hiding in every shadow here. There wasn't much for him to do except stick with his plans for tonight.

Fortunately, it didn't take Claude long to get dressed in most of his Federation attire. After grabbing his flashlight and the bulging pillowcase of metal, he paused long enough to glance over the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He knew Ashton's sword was still resting beneath his mattress, but whether his friend would finally come claim it tonight remained to be seen.

But he had places to go and people to meet for now. He would deal with whatever the morning brought to him when the time came. Sighing to himself, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the hallway.

((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/516608.html?thread=42549248#t42549248).))

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