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Nightshift 39: M91-M100 Hallway
"Of all the accursed...why did they have to place his quarters at such a distance from mine!"
Starscream continued to look over his map angrily; shining his artificial light upon the paper clipped into the cover of his notebook, he once again traced the two possible routes needed to get to Lockdown's room. "One is far longer...but potentially safer," he groaned, sliding his finger down the halls, across the large entry way, and back up to his destination. "The other...it takes me to the "soccer/recreational field". That's where that 'meta-bitch' 'Richard' mentioned was, the one who could made extreme cold. On the other hand, it IS shorter..." Closing the book with a sigh, he weighed his options carefully.
Laziness won out.
"As long as I am careful...I might avoid confrontation tonight," he reasoned. Clutching his book, a few pens, and the flashlight tightly, he made his way down to the M-C Block hallway.
[To ]here]
Starscream continued to look over his map angrily; shining his artificial light upon the paper clipped into the cover of his notebook, he once again traced the two possible routes needed to get to Lockdown's room. "One is far longer...but potentially safer," he groaned, sliding his finger down the halls, across the large entry way, and back up to his destination. "The other...it takes me to the "soccer/recreational field". That's where that 'meta-bitch' 'Richard' mentioned was, the one who could made extreme cold. On the other hand, it IS shorter..." Closing the book with a sigh, he weighed his options carefully.
Laziness won out.
"As long as I am careful...I might avoid confrontation tonight," he reasoned. Clutching his book, a few pens, and the flashlight tightly, he made his way down to the M-C Block hallway.
[To ]here]
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"They never tried to eat me before." Stab her, set her on fire, decapitate her, draw and quarter her and strangle her, yes. Eat her? Not so much. "Though, when I was touched, sometimes it felt like they were draining away my strength." And, as evidenced by her many bandages, something much worse happened. She didn't say it, but Miku wondered just how different things between her world and his actually were. "And sometimes I saw things about them."
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Subaru hmmed thoughtfully, when Miku mentioned that she was able to perceive things about the spirits when she came into contact with them. "That's unusual, to be able to connect with them that way. It sounds like you have a bit of shamanic power. I speak to spirits, myself, and often they're willing to respond and to tell me about themselves, but that it happens instinctively for you is impressive. If probably unwelcome at times."
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"Only sometimes, though. I see things a lot easier if it's through an object, and with less risk. Usually, when someone like that touches me, I just want to bat it away as quick as possible." Which had various degrees of success, now that she thought about it. "Sumeragi-san? I'm glad that you're easy to talk to about... this kind of thing."
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"My mother, my brother... all the way up the line on my mother's side could do the things I can." If there was anything like hereditary unluck, then her maternal line probably was cursed with it forever. Especially if she could protect Sousuke from things he couldn't hit, like the ghosts that kept cropping up.
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Unlucky, how unlucky.
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"Sumeragi-san, do you ever see the ghosts here in the Institute? Not the ones that anyone and everyone can see, but..." How did she explain this? No one else saw the little helping spirits that sometimes watched from the walls or led her to and from certain places "The ones that help, sometimes."
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It would be better if they snapped themselves out of the painful reverie of their pasts and looked to the present.
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Then again, she didn't stay very long at shrines - there were too many things around before the loss of her abilities, that she'd never gotten into the habit of going regularly.
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She certainly wasn't discouraged. "So, what is the best way? Or is it different for some people?"
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"Then, do I just have to find my center?" she asked. "The white room in my mind, so to speak?"
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"To find your power, yes. Controlling its flow takes more discipline and practice." Subaru crossed his legs, preparing to enter a light trance state, himself--maybe his senses would be slightly less dull, even in this place, if he was not quite fully in his body. "What your power will 'look' or feel like to you, I can't tell you. Everyone's mind tends to find a different metaphor, something that makes the most sense to the individual. It could be a pool, a rope, a web or a ball, it could be something else entirely, but you'll know it when you find it."
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Stop that. Stop thinking. Miku chastised herself as she tried to think of an object that would calm her. Her camera, or her antiques? The doll she bought before coming here came to mind first, as though to keep from reminding the photographer that the camera in her hands was hardly useful for the worst things in the Institute. It was a sweet little thing, with short, dark hair and a pretty red smile. The little name carved into the bottom had been hers, to boot. As though it had been made for some other her many years before - Miku of the Past. She relaxed further, as she remembered the soft gold flowers painted on her kimono and the tiny dark eyes of glass that stared forward forever. A warm feeling extended from her heart to her sore and aching limbs as she fell further and further towards the quiet spot in her mind.
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Sighing quietly so as not to disturb Hinasaki-san, Subaru tested the edges of the wall keeping him from actually using that power, and of course found it firm even when he was trying his utmost. Still, it was reassuring somehow that though Landel could keep him from touching the majority of his power, he could not destroy it--the eyes of his mind were covered with a blindfold, not plucked out. In practice he was just as blind, but there was hope for recovery if he could only escape this place.
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"Try to draw some of its strength into you, like the roots draw water from the earth. Slowly and carefully. Too much water will harm a living thing as surely as too little."
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It seemed to have been such a short time, but Miku was sure it had taken a while. She laughed a little, felt her control waver, and straightened up again. "It's a nice feeling..." she said after a long silence.
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