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Night 37: M11-20 Hallway

[From here, roundabouts M16]

Celes tapped her foot and as she tried for the life of her to remember just where the Gambler resided. Hellfire, she should have gotten a straight answer from him. But then, it would have meant she'd also asked. Celes sighed and shook her hair from her eyes, adjusting her hair clasp. She walked for a bit, up and down the halls, listening for voices that were familiar. When the first hallway bore no fruit, Celes turned to the next one.

Halfway down, she heard the familiar accent of Luxord's voice through the door. There was still plenty of time to meet her subordinate, she'd been quick tonight. Celes rapped on the door three times and waited. "Master Luxord? Are you within?"

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"On the contrary, love," he said from his Noah perch with a ~~shit-eating~~ wide grin. "I'd rather you join us."

And then the man pushed him away. Shame.

Well, if Gabranth was going to be that way, Luxord would leave him be for the moment. He climbed off the bed and moved to the closet--he was hardly going to wear his coat to sleep. "Your charge vanished as well that very night." It was said off-hand and with little weight, as if he was speaking of losing his keys and not someone dear to the other man.

...was that his uniform in there? It was!

Celes wrinkled her nose, as though it was a distasteful proposition ~~or until someone could convince her otherwise~~ and shed her coat and smoothed a hand over her corselette. It was a nervous gesture and Celes was unamused to witness its return to her person.

"It is not so, I saw you only two days ago." She frowned deeply at the memory, but continued. "Though, 'tis only after you, Lord Larsa and Figaro all vanished for well over a week." And may the others not return, she added to herself. "Your hair was longer, and you claimed to not have seen me for five months."

The judge only responded to his roommate's crude remark by rolling his eyes and stuffing the first bite of chicken into his mouth. It was just one more for the par, was it not?

Glorious. The taste was exquisite to a tongue long-dried. His enjoyment was short-lived, however, as the next offhand comment blackened the food to ash in his mouth. The judge's face turned hard as he looked away from the meal, rolling the words through his head as he fought to ignore Luxord's uncaring tone.

His heart - yet unmoved since his first day here - dropped at that moment.

"Larsa is gone, then?" The words were spat out bitterly; no doubt it was through fault of his own, with days broken from his memory and him nary able to imagine what had become of himself. Larsa... injured? Victim to experiment and surgical tool? Death?

Then why had he not stayed in whatever darkness he'd awoken from? What was there left for him, if this hound had no charge to protect?

Now he was sword and shield with no master.

He could not hide how dead his voice became when he answered. "I wish I knew of what events you speak of, Lady, but I recall nothing of the sort."

Luxord felt somewhat accomplished about his roommate's change in tone. As if they could expect anything else from a Nobody.

Still, the conservation was losing its flavor once he was not the center of it, X found, meaning he removed the black uniform from the closet and moved it to his bed as the other two went on. Yes, this was it; his boots, the gloves, pants, coat- his piercings! He held up the bag that contained them and gave them a bright smile before moving to place his earrings back where he so missed them.

Despite the distractions, he'd still taken note of Celes' outfit. That received a smile as well.

Celes caught Luxord's eye just a moment before snapping her attention to Noah again. "The same day you vanished," Celes fought to keep her tone from sounding exasperated. Had she not just told him such? Did his leave of absence also take his senses with it?

Patience was Leo's strong point, not hers.

"I lost track of you after Master Luxord had that... moment of inclemency, and we were herded back to those buses like a flock of cockatrice. After we returned to here, I did not see either of you at all." No, in fact, Celes had spent her time warding off a very hungry, very eager, monster bird. "I am sorry, Noah," her tone softened marginally. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Larsa had been a good-natured and kind boy, but Noah was not the only one that had lost a - well, she supposed it was different for him, Edgar had only been her ally and compatriot.

She needed to get out of here before she brained Luxord for being emotionally stunted and Noah for being... Noah. The general turned her attention to the Nobody and pursed her lips. "Also, I've come to ask a favor of you."

Edited 2008-12-09 18:58 (UTC)

After Luxord gave her the information she came for (a small warning in the back of her mind questioned just how much she would have to pay for that), Celes swept out of the room just as quickly as she'd come in, the beads in her hair clasp clicking together behind her her.

Noah had best be there in the morning.

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