Night 37: F11-20 Hallway

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This night was one Momo was not looking forward to. Yes, Renji deserved the memorial, but the vice captain couldn't help but wonder if Landel was going to interrupt it. There were a lot of people that were going to attend and, whereas that made them a formidable force to be reckoned with should something attack, it also meant that a lot of the stronger patients could be eliminated at once should Landel choose a wise assault.

She hated herself for thinking this way.

Clad in her shinigami uniform, Momo nodded to Anya before leaving. She needed to get to Hitsugaya's room as fast as possible. She wanted a hug, damnit, and figured Hitsugaya would only give her one if there weren't others around. She sighed.

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The hand on Callisto's shoulder was grabbed immediately, and the former warlord threw her weight forward with the intention of pulling anyone attached to it over her shoulder before slamming to the ground in front of her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it belonged to Yukari, but there were some lessons that just had to be taught - this one being that startling the Greek woman wasn't the best of ideas.

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Okay, so really, startling someone that Yukari knew was probably in a violent line of work probably wasn't the brightest idea she'd had all day, but how could she resist? The look on Callisto's face was, while not quite priceless, certainly chuckle-worthy, in a "oh, shit, she's mad!" sort of way.

But for everything, there is a price. And unfortunately, the price here was having Callisto try to throw Yukari over her shoulder.

Even more unfortunately, for all parties involved, it didn't work.

What happened instead was Callisto yanking her arm, Yukari flying forwards, slamming into the gap before her up to her shoulder, then yelping in pain as it felt like her arm was about to be torn off, since her body wouldn't go through.

Luckily, due to the speed of the throw and Callisto probably not expecting to have to pull someone through a hole that was too small, the warrior's grip gave out before Yukari's shoulder did, and her hands ended up coming away with nothing but a white glove as Yukari quickly withdrew her arm from her end of the gap, which quickly snapped closed.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" griped the youkai loudly one hand holding her shoulder as the other flailed about angrily. "That hurt!"

Normally, this is where someone would say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!", but "Sorry" wasn't a word Yukari liked to use, and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Instead, she asked, still massaging her shoulder, "Can I have my glove back?" She even added, "Please?"

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"What was that?" Callisto snapped, The glove was tossed aside and onto the bed, only barely missing the tray with what was left of her dinner. "What were those and what can you do with them?"

If her roommate could stick her arm through one and have it come out the other side, what else could she stick through? She hadn't been able to fit fully, but if the hole had been made larger, could she have?

She didn't want to waste time here. The longer she stayed, the less people there would be around to potentially latch on to.

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"I told you, it's a gap," replied Yukari, still massaging her shoulder as she went over to retrieve the glove. "I can put things through them." And into them and on top of them. And into other dimensions and theoretical concepts. Never mind that there were even more things she could (maybe) do. Oh, well. Yukari didn't feel like elaborating and besides, she'd heard lying by omission was popular these days.

Opening gap, she quickly directed it around the room as she replaced her glove. In a few seconds, she established that it - the gap, that was - couldn't go through things, which was somewhat annoying, nor, if she stood in the corner, could it reach the far end of the room; it seemed five meters was her limit without pushing it.

"Well, I suppose that's that," she said, shrugging as she let the little portal close. Swinging up her parasol again, she tried a few other exercises. However, no barriers appeared, the beds didn't move and Callisto's hair certainly didn't turn bright mauve. She didn't even bother trying to manipulate the border of "independence" and "dependence" to turn the woman malleable.

"If the Q&A session's over, I'm going for a walk now," said Yukari, heading out the door. Opening it, she found it to be dark out. Very dark. And for some reason, she couldn't see.

Turning promptly right around, she went back in and grabbed the flashlight from where she'd left it on the desk.

"For real this time!" she said, waving the parasol in Callisto's general direction before heading out, as if daring her say otherwise. If the woman wanted any better answers, she'd have to follow; if not, then fine with Yukari. There would be other dinner shifts, and Yukari had given her just enough to intrigue her apparently. Give her something to think on until they next met.

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Despite how curious she was about what Yukari was capable of, Callisto didn't stop the woman as she left. She was right. There would be future dinner shifts and she'd be thoroughly grilled then.

She might have stopped her if those abilities seemed particularly useful, but she'd been watching the other blonde try things out and she could tell she wasn't used to the limitations of this place. If those gaps, or whatever they were, had been useful before, they wouldn't be the same here.

The former warlord scowled and went off on her own. She had a proper stooge to find.