Night 37: M11-20 Hallway

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[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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Re: M13

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

So that was what became of the nurses at night. Itachi didn't see how scissors could be all that dangerous, though the needles might pose some sort of challenge. Not that he knew what bullets were, but it was apparent that the nurses threw them like senbon. Even without his Sharingan, that should not be so difficult to deal with. As for beheading them. . . that might be difficult with a knife and a crowbar. He would find a way to defeat them, however.

Hopefully this Okita would do the same. Itachi preferred not to work with people, especially people whose abilities and fighting style he knew nothing about, but in this scenario it was really the only option. At least the plan was sound. And they apparently had a healer, a luxury he had not experienced for a number of years. Overall, despite the sub-par weaponry and lack of experience with both his opponents and his allies, he had had more difficult missions in his life.

Itachi dropped the bag of items where Homura had requested. "I'm ready as well."

Re: M13

[floraltempest.livejournal.com]

It didn't sound like it was going to be too different from that night with Homura and Hijikata. The group was definitely larger and they were going to be going to a different location, but it seemed her job was essentially the same. Provide lighting for the battle, stay out of the way, and be ready in case anyone required assistance once the fighting was over.

MOMO did feel a little guilty that Heiji had been asked to protect her, but there was little she could do about that. The nightshift workers were highly dangerous, and she'd never been much of a physical fighter. She was certain that she could use Ether to defend herself if it came down to it, but it was better that she save that for healing purposes. She'd just have to hope that everything went okay.

"Got it," she said, nodding to Homura.

Re: M13

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Understood," Heiji said, giving Homura a lazy salute. Apparently having a sword had improved his mood by leaps and bounds. And while the plan sounded dangerous, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Protect the squishy, sounded easy enough. He'd fought against that stitched-together thing.

"Looks like it's you'n me, Momo-chan," Heiji said, grinning down at her. "Don'tcha worry one bit. I've got y'covered."

Re: M13

[notachick.livejournal.com]

So it would be him and Itachi who would play the bait tonight. While working with someone he'd never met before did make him a little apprehensive, he trusted the man's skills because Homura and Kenren did. If his leaders were able to put faith in him, then so would Okita. Pitting Homura and Kenren one on one with those large behemoths didn't sit well with him, but he had no choice about the matter. The nurses needed to be killed before the larger things could be or they might come and stab the group in the back. Smaller and faster, the nurses would likely give even him a little bit of trouble. He just hoped it wasn't the sort of trouble that healing couldn't help.

Nodding at their orders, Okita looked to Heiji first, noting the sword and the improved attitude. He didn't seem to mind playing protector, which was just as well. He wasn't ready to kill yet, even if he was willing. The swordsman turned his attention to the group then, taking in everyone's faces. Tonight was going to be difficult and for all their experience, they still had no idea exactly what was awaiting them. The thrill of fear at that knowledge and the adrenaline that came with it were more than welcome to the samurai and he smiled thinnly as he readied himself for what lay ahead. "Understood. I'm ready to move when you are." He looked to Itachi now and smiled a little more warmly at him. "I look forward to fighting at your side."

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

Homura listened to the assorted responses, glad to hear the confidence in each, and the understanding. This was his first major venture after what had happened, certainly in terms of the size of the group, and it was important to Homura that it succeed. This one attempt, if successful, could give the History Club a needed push forward on multiple levels.

Since there were no questions, nor signs of hesitation, Homura picked up his sword. "Okita, you'll take the lead. The rest of you follow me. Do not fight anything unless there is no alternative. We've only got a limited amount of time until morning, and we should use it all to our advantage."

And with that, the group headed into the hall.

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