damned_institute | Nightshift 39: M31-40 Hallway

Along with giving him an idea for a good cover story, Scourge's conversation with the soldier-human on the bulletin board had made the tracker stop and think about his place in the Decepticon hierarchy. More specifically, the fact that he didn't have one. Galvatron wasn't here anymore, there was no one who he was obligated to by virtue of creation. He was a free agent for the first time in his life, and it wasn't as scary as he thought it'd be.

Lugnut and Blitzwing probably wouldn't be too happy with him thinking like this, but who cared? They were both crazy, Blitzwing random and Lugnut stubborn, and without a stabilizing Cyclonus-like influence Scourge suspected they wouldn't get very far. Better to get himself a better footing with someone saner and just give lip service to "mighty Megatron" when it was convenient.

In the meantime, Scourge had to see a Superboy about a virginity. What exactly that would entail he wasn't really sure, but it sounded a lot more fun than raiding the kitchen with pointless idiots who seemed to be liking him less and less as things went on.

The tracker took out the wooden cooking spoon he'd found last night, set it on the floor with his foot on the scoop end, and yanked upwards. The spoon cracked and left him with a long rod with a dangerously pointy and splintered end that would probably at least distract anything with a squishy place to stick it in. Better than nothing. The makeshift wooden shiv went in one pocket, the flashlight in the other--with his eyes he wouldn't need it for anything but small details and it would be easier to hide in the dark. The handle of the pan went in his hand and the tracker cautiously went out into the hallway. Let him be a force to be reckoned with.

Or at least one that made the other guy look like a tastier option.

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Demyx blinked in surprise as Soubi suddenly broke pace and lunged into Ritsuka's room. Had he really missed the kid that much...? Well, granted, Soubi was kind of obsessed with Ritsuka in a not-exactly-healthy way, but that still had been more than Demyx had expected. Although he couldn't really imagine what it was like to care about someone like his roommate cared about Ritsuka. It went even beyond how much Axel had liked Roxas, and Axel had ditched the entire Organization for him.

He still couldn't help feeling a little bit bitter about that - or, at least, he suspected he should feel bitter about it. After all, he'd been Axel's friend too, right? What had been so great about Roxas that Axel would just ditch him, though? Demyx had liked the kid, too, but still...

But still, Demyx took the opportunity to remind himself, they had stuff to do and he was getting distracted. He took a step towards the door to Ritsuka's room...then hesitated. Uh, actually...do I want to go in there right now?

He was pretty sure Soubi's and Ritsuka's relationship was platonic, but...well, Soubi was a pretty weird guy.

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Soubi opened the door, waiting for Ritsuka to follow, unwilling to let go of hands. He smiled over to Demyx, happier now than he had been all evening.

"Sorry to keep you."

Ritsuka would have protested the way Soubi kept hold of his hand, but he didn't really have time. They were outside before he could say anything and really, Soubi seemed so happy that Ritsuka didn't end up wanting to say anything. It had been awhile since he'd seen the older man anyway, so he didn't mind too much.

Besides, Demyx was here and it had been awhile since he'd seen the Nobody, too. Bowing his head slightly in greeting, Ritsuka raised his other hand and said, "Hey, Demyx. We've got one more coming."

With a last anxious glance back toward the Clinic, Tony followed. He swept his bangs back out of his eyes and smiled uncertainly at the other person. "My...uh roommate was taken for the sleep studies. He--" Tony nodded toward Ritsuka. "He said I could some with you so Kvothe won't panic when he's rescued."

He had no idea how people were rescued from the doctors, but he was willing to try. He had a light. He had his harmonica. With that he was a bit more than met the eye, though he wasn't willing to advertise that to strangers.

"I won't slow you down. I promise."

Demyx smiled back at Soubi and Ritsuka, feeling a bit more at ease; Soubi had been acting strange all day, but now he seemed perfectly content - probably due to Ritsuka. Demyx didn't begrudge the boy at all, though; it was nice to see his roommate happy for a change.

He turned his attention to the newcomer once he'd emerged from Ritsuka's room(he could hear voices inside still, and a woman had rushed out earlier - just how many people were in there?); it wasn't anyone he knew, although the guy seemed okay. "Sleep studies?" he repeated, blinking. Was that what they called the torture Soubi had talked about? It sounded pretty innocuous...but then they were in a building that let people make macaroni crafts during the day and then threw giant undead rat monsters at them at night, so it really wasn't something that Demyx could find it in himself to be too surprised by.

Wait a sec... "Kvothe?" he said suddenly, memory stirring. How many guys could have a name like that? "He was one of the guys that came to my band meeting..." Well, that definitely clinched it. Things had been a little hectic at the band meeting and Demyx hadn't actually gotten the chance to ask him if he wanted to join the Nobodies or not, but he wasn't going to let a bandmate get tortured, even if they were only a bandmate in potentia. He nodded at the new guy. "I'll help you save him."

Soubi had to pay more attention to the people he me- no, actually. He really didn't. He felt bad for this Kvothe guy, whoever he was, but that was about it.

And, really, he didn't want to think about where they were going. But he was going to prove himself to Ritsuka. He was going to be fine, pretend like nothing had ever happened up there. Hopefully.

And he wasn't going to point out the none of those people could be rescued. Until the doctors released them, there was nothing anybody could do.

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Nightshift 39: M31-40 Hallway

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