ext_201996 ([identity profile] osakapwnzu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-01-24 07:59 pm

Nightshift 38: M31-M40 Hallway

(From here.)

Holding a gun, ammo, a katana, and a kunai wasn't very easy. Especially when walking around a dark area at night. He'd waited for Akihiko to leave because Homura probably would have skinned him alive if his roommate had found out the club was in possession of a gun. And a key.

But he made it safely to M39 without falling on anything, which was a bonus considering he couldn't see a bloody thing without his flashlight on. He set his katana aside for a moment and knocked on the door.

"Uh... Kenren-han?" he called softly. "It's Hattori Heiji, the young guy from last night? I have that thing you need."
diamondstorm: (heh)

[personal profile] diamondstorm 2009-02-03 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
After a moment, no one answered, and Renamon knocked harder. The door creaked open under the pressure, and she glanced back at Jiraiya. "It looks like he left already."

She stepped inside, not completely comfortable with being there without the man. A note on the desk nearby drew her attention.

"Here's your shit. They'll burst into flame when the liquids mix. Throw them hard enough to break both glass containers. Try not to fall on one."

Next to the note were two containers--each a large vial with a smaller inside. These she carefully placed in the case she was carrying, steadying them with other items. Closing the case, she grinned at Jiraiya. "This will make things a little more fun."

[identity profile] toadally4boobs.livejournal.com 2009-02-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow as Renamon came out with the two vials. He straightened and uncrossed his arms, walking over next to her again. Judging by that smile, and the word "fun", Jiraiya suspected that the liquids either were flammable or explosive in nature.

"New 'toy', eh?" Jiraiya asked with a smirk.
diamondstorm: (neutral)

[personal profile] diamondstorm 2009-02-04 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," was her reply, paired with a small smile. Checking the case once more, her flashlight, and the knuckle they had found previously, she took a step foward. She loathed being weighed down by the case, but it was mostly empty now, and it would be easier to take it with her than to get a new one every time.

"We should get going."

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