Nightshift 38: F1-F10 Hallway

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Though experimenting with playing cards wasn't exactly the hardest of bodily training, Ophelia did feel that the rigorous testing of her speed, accuracy and throwing power had sharpened her mind for the coming night, and she went out into the night confident that she would be able to handle herself much more gracefully than she had previously. It still irked her greatly that she was no longer able to face any challenge that came her way head on, but she realized now that if she was going to make any progress in attempting to get her power back and shove Martin Landel's balls up his own esophagus, she was going to have to turn down a few fun opportunities here and there.

Ophelia left her room with Kio's maps and a handful of pens in her pockets. She felt more than a little naked without anything else in hand, and she was reminded instantly that she missed not having her full night vision, but no matter. She had to get to the Sun Room quickly. There was no way she was going to get tied up again and miss the opportunity to get further into the basement. The fact that Landel had mentioned something about "down there" specifically in his intercom announcement only made Ophelia more eager.

The Claymore hurried down the hall as fast as she could while making sure she didn't bump into anything in the dark.

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It seemed that tonight Yuffie planned to spend her time as most normal people would spend it - sleeping. Uncertain whether or not the young woman was trying to feign sleep, Ayumu kept her warily in view as she moved to prepare for the night, but still the other didn't budge from where she lay facing the wall.

She might have preferred to get ready while alone, as she had the night before, but this would have to be sufficient. Ayumu finally gave a mental shrug and slid several pens into place underneath her clothing, adding a few more to the pockets of her coat along with her journal, and used one last one to fasten her hair in a twist at the base of her neck.

Though she'd given some thought to wearing the blue hooded shirt she'd found the night before, Ayumu had finally rejected that idea; though it was darker than her grey clothing and thus less visible in the darkness, it was also too distinctive if anyone should see her in the hallways. Not to mention the fact that it had smaller pockets, as well.

With another vague wish for her own clothing (her real clothing, not the items in the box upstairs), and one more glance back at her sleeping roommate, Ayumu slipped out of the room.

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