Nightshift 37: M51-M60 Hallway

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

The conversation with Mikami had left Edgeworth with a lot of food for thought. He was glad that he'd agreed to work with the History Club that night, rather than going along with Mello up to the patient possessions room and the file rooms. While it was true that it could very possibly get his suit dirty, well, he was hoping to avoid that as much as possible. There wasn't a dry cleaner in Landel's Institute as far as he was aware.

And so, he took a pillowcase, his flashlight, a single scalpel, and his notebook along with him, and left, hoping that his partner for the night wouldn't mind carrying most of what they'd find.

[skipping a hall on the way to here]

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Re: M55

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. Sanosuke grinned; it sounded like something Kenshin would say, and Yahiko had taken it to heart. And even now, he was swinging the pole around with a form that definitely showed how he'd matured as a swordsman. The kid had definitely grown into a fine man. Sanosuke would still tease the hell out of him whenever he could, though.

Kenshin was talking about the batteries, and Sanosuke nodded, turning his attention to the rurouni. "Is that how it works? Ninja Girl said she'd fix it, but I didn't have it with me then." Sanosuke looked at the items, then shrugged. "If it's just mine that isn't working, we can go without. I'll ask about it tomorrow. Besides," Sanosuke grinned, pointing over at Yahiko. "Someone is pretty damn eager to get going, yeah?" And truthfully, Sanosuke was too. Maybe actually getting over the wall and exploring some would get them somewhere with going home. Anything seemed more promising than saying indoors.

Re: M55

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin also smiled at that. Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. It was something he had done his best to live by these past ten years, and now Yahiko was repeating it right back at him. The boy really had earned that sword. Even with something as bulky and unwieldy as the closet pole, he showed obvious skill. There was a reason that he'd become an instructor at Kamiya Kasshin-Ryuu at the age of fifteen.

The rurouni gave the batteries and the flashlight one more hopeless look and nodded. There were three of them, and they had two working flashlights. They had more than enough light.

"Let's just go, then," he said, smiling.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42942108#t42942108).]