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damned_institute2009-03-05 10:39 pm
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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.
[To here.]
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.
[To here.]
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As soon as Sheena left M35, she started running down the hall. She was not going to be subjected to whatever scheme Yukari was up to this night. Sure, her sudden withdraw from the room might bring up various questions that the damn youkai might use to her advantage to paint a warped picture of the ninja, but at least Sheena would be spared the humiliation of having everyone else see with their own eyes the evilness of that irritating woman. Besides, she'd told Soubi most of what happened and she trusted him to defend her if it was needed.
No, this was better. Maybe she'd even find a spider in the experimentation hallway like there was last time. She could really use something to hit that she wouldn't feel bad about hitting at a later date.
Obi ribbons fluttering behind her, making it oddly easy to track her at the moment since she wasn't using any stealth, the ninja made it to the end of the hall and continued on. She just wanted to put as much distance between herself and that damn youkai as she could for the moment. Then... then maybe she could figure out how to handle her being around for the rescues.
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Was the girl really so traumatized? Yukari might have been worried if the notion weren't so amusing. The girl's deadpan reaction before running off was hilarious and Yukari refrained from laughing, if only because she was only just outside the Clinic still. Now, where did she...
Not that there was more than one way out of the hallway; looking to it, Yukari caught sight of Sheena's ribbons trailing behind her.
Target acquired.
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