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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Despite swearing to herself that she would have some form of plan, Lust found herself faced with the same quandary she faced every night. No set destination, no companion, and no sense of purpose.

The rage that had been fueling her since losing Scar had faded, and once more she was without direction. It was an unpleasant way to be, and the former sin didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. Why was it suddenly so difficult to gain allies? Those she'd felt she had a strong alliance with were either gone or fading away in one sense of the word or the other.

It was...distressing. Well, this was the night. It wasn't for fretting or worrying or regretting. It was the only time she could get anything done. And if she had to do so by herself, so be it.

Head held high, Lust strode into the hallway to face the night.