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damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
kindalikedit) wrote in damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
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Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway
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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
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Grabbing his flashlight and bat, he wished Jaime good luck and left the room. Touya walked down the hallway, being sure to mind the shadows and be on the lookout for anything, while trying to remember which way M11 was.
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M31
Somehow managing to contain the unbearably smug grin threatening to overtake his face, Lelouch rose from his seat and limped to the door. The knock hadn't sound like Suzaku's, and with there being only one other person he was expecting tonight, it was easy to determine who it was. The knowledge that his Geass had been entirely effective this time around was far more satisfying than that, though, and while it was disappointing that his influence over Subject D would disappear come daybreak, the contribution his "assistance" would make to Lelouch's tests was nonetheless invaluable. Now...
"Thank you for coming, sir," Lelouch said once he'd opened the door. It was early enough in the night that there might be others still emerging from their rooms that could overhear their conversation, and while he wasn't especially worried about that right now, it didn't hurt to be cautious. "Why don't you come inside? We have one more person to wait for and it isn't safe out there." That and it would be easier to deliver the rest of his orders in the room's relative privacy, but he wasn't about to say that.
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As Suzaku neared the end of the hallway, the darkness gave way enough that he could tell someone else was outside Lelouch's door. Steps slowing with caution, he determined that the man didn't seem up to anything just yet, and drew nearer. Near enough to see that Lelouch had his door open and was speaking to the man, but that wasn't adequate grounds to believe the man's intentions were good or that he was here by Lelouch's design. The only way to tell for sure was to find out directly, so he joined them, not quite able to hide the tenseness in his posture or the narrowing of his eyes.
"Lelouch?" he asked quietly, glancing toward the other man. The question didn't have to be asked verbally.
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It had been Lugnut's fault for taking so long interrogating him that they never had a chance to get to the upstairs area at all, but the higher ups never took the blame for anything.
[To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/604759.html)]
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Not that he had too much time to consider it. He had a brother to meet. Junior grabbed his sword and flashlight, then headed out the door and down the hall.
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M40
Schuldig rapped his knuckles lightly on Farfarello's door. "Hey, Farfie," he called. "What's terribly unlucky and bleeds profusely?"
The correct answer to that little riddle was, of course, 'the first suitable victim we find', and the telepath expected his partner knew that. The question had been largely for the Berserker's benefit, to assure him immediately that the Mastermind was aware of his needs and had every intention of seeing to them tonight...and all of this, preferably, through a nice sturdy door.
Schuldig never underestimated Farfarello when he started getting twitchy. He took all sorts of risks every day, but that would be just plain foolhardy.
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Also, he was already armed up and ready to go. But on the up side, Farfarello wasn't quite twitchy enough get to stab Schuldig for the use of the aforementioned stupid nickname.
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M33
Miku was pleased with her speed - in fact, her bruises protested very little as she hurried through the men's block, quick and careful. Without any problems at all, she stopped in front of Sousuke's room and sighed heavily. She'd made it. This was the moment of truth, where she found out if he'd vanished or if his things were still there and he'd gone off to look for her, instead. Miku knocked on the door politely, and pulled it open slowly.
"Excuse me, I was looking for Sagara..." she started, and paused when she realized that the room was dark and still, except for the heavy, male sounds of sleeping. Curious, Miku shone her light into the room and swept it across Sousuke's bed, carefully picking her way inside so she wouldn't disturb either man. She breathed a little sigh of relief to see that he was still there, and her stomach twisted itself into a knot. She tiptoed to his bedside and pointed the light at the floor too keep it dim.
Oh, Sousuke. She thought and smoothed the covers over him. You look peaceful this way. I won't wake you up. She knelt down and used her knees as a desk, writing another quick note. (http://rope-victim.livejournal.com/5573.html) She pulled it out of her journal after folding it back and forth a few times to reduce the noise of the tear and put it beside him on his pillow.
Shyly, Miku wondered if kissing his cheek while he slept would be strange. It would be, that's so silly. I'm such a strange person sometimes, she thought and hurried out of the room with her bag, closing the door behind her. I hope they sleep well.
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Wesker took his assorted knives with him as he made his way out into the institute.
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M37 to hallway
They needed to use their heads. Everyone needed to use their heads.
He leaned against the wall beside the closet and crossed his arms as he stared at the dim shadows lining the point where the opposite wall met the floor. It was troublesome. A pain in the ass. He was running out of stamina for this kind of junk, and running out of words to describe it.
After tempering his annoyance with a few more silent complaints, Shikamaru pushed away from the wall and looked into the closet. More clothes. Nothing worth carrying, though he did put on the shoes, remembering the feel of fresh cat-blood soaking his socks on the first night. They felt unnaturally heavy.
He didn't have any plan, nothing to offer the team. Anyone could figure out what not to do, as his father had told him on more than one occasion, and with so little information, so little chakra, and so little faith in the surviving members of the Uchiha clan, he felt like more of a hassle than an asset, though he knew he was right about Sasuke. In the end, being right was irrelevant. He wasn't the one who would make the decision, and even bringing up his point would be more trouble than it was worth. Still, it remained in his thoughts as he left the room and started down the hall.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/603918.html?thread=50758926#t50758926)]
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Kvothe shown his light forward as he and Tony turned the corner, and frowned when he saw the chair sitting out in the hallway. By the door of the Clinic unless he was mistaken. "I wonder what that's for..."
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"It's about Tamaki. He's been moved, and they need supplies. They're open though." He went inside.
[gone here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/616267.html)]
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Either way, he wasn't going to find much out by sitting around his room all night, so he paused long enough to collect his journal with the maps he'd gotten, stuff the radio into the pillowcase stripped from his bed (if it did talk, he wanted to hear it), and pick up his flashlight before he was out the door and on his way.
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After taking a look at his map again, Nataku said goodbye Ritsuka and headed for the end of the hallway. There were already people going into the clinic, but so far no one looked hurt. Maybe they were the healers. Either way, he hoped Ritsuka would manage alright for the night. Wasn't Homura interested in medical supplies too? Maybe he could bring some back for his roommate later on.
He'd talk to him about it when they met for whatever job he had tonight.
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Outside of M35
As the good brother, Kristoph had served as escort for Klavier and his pet humanitarian project. He even opened and held the door for them without protest, in a way that evoked consideration. Unhelpful was not the man's creed-- He would do whatever possible to keep positive standings for as long as necessary.
That is, up to a point. Once the odd-ball pair disappeared into the clinic, the attorney promptly slipped away. No use waiting on what was precious time; back to M12 he would go.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/608294.html?thread=51032870#t51032870).]
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His original intention was to simply drop the man off at the clinic and have that be that. But sometimes things simply weren't that simple, and he'd stayed perhaps a few minutes longer than expected. Needless to say, his brother probably wouldn't be pleased about being left for so long. Klavier had full intention of apologizing as well. But when he left the room, he was greeted by nothing but darkness.
"...Kristoph?" He looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. The hall was silent and there weren't any signs of his flashlight anywhere. Forget gunshots and psychotic idiots. Klavier's heart jumped into his throat for real. It couldn't have been... He hadn't disappeared, had he? Or gotten attacked? Worse, he could have been taken for one of those torture sessions people had been talking about. The prospect of any of the dozens of possibilities was enough to make him slightly dizzy with panic.
Scheiße! He should have known better! He should have realized it could have happened. Kristoph had been here about a week, and he knew from the survey the possibility of disappearing between one and two weeks here was extremely high. He should have known the risk of either of them being left alone. He should have... He should have... He should have shut up and listened to his brother. He should have considered the importance of their safety above all else... Klavier put a hand to his forehead and, as unbecoming as it was, internally cursed again.
No. It was too early to panic. He wasn't Forehead. He should know better than to immediately jump to conclusions. There was no proof anything bad had happened to him... yet. Kristoph could have realized the danger of waiting outside alone and headed back to Klavier's room, or his own. Maybe something did attack him and he'd been forced to abandon this spot to get to safety. Maybe something had happened in which he felt a quick investigation was in order. They were all very likely possibilities. And until it was proven otherwise, he couldn't allow himself to fall apart.
Klavier placed his right hand on the wall and followed it down the hallway. He'd been too busy carrying the body to bring a flashlight of his own. But he could find his way back to the room, even in this pitch black. Two hallways to his right, then it was a matter of counting the doorways. He would check his own room first, then Kristoph's. And if he were in neither... He swallowed hard. That was something he would have to consider should the situation come. One thing at a time.
The prosecutor slowly felt his way along the corridor, straining to listen for any signs of danger and hoping more than anything his first assumption wasn't the correct one.
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[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/603918.html?thread=50903054#t50903054)]
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Sanzo stuck close to the wall as he made his way towards the end of the hallway. The bandages were helping keep the pain more along the lines of something easier to tolerate, but it wasn't making breathing any less painful.
He needed to keep focused on what was at hand. He couldn't get distracted. Already, Sanzo's mind was going towards what was coming next. He had a pretty damn good idea where that son of a bitch would be. The question was what happened after that.
How the hell was he going to put Homura down? It was one thing to go against youkai, humans. Another thing entirely to go up against a god. The sutra wasn't working. The gun was pretty worthless against him. Sanzo wasn't sure how hand-to-hand would go against him. There was still that matter of even getting close to the god, which relied on him beating that speed. He was pretty sure he couldn't beat it.
Even if it seemed impossible, there weren't any other options in his mind. Homura needed to be taken down. If gods needed a standing army against the youkai, it implied some weakness somewhere. There had to be a way to kill one.
Sanzo grimaced. The hag was probably laughing her ass off at that little irony. A monk needing to kill a god.
He could taste the iron of blood again. The priest touched his mouth with a hand. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the faint sheen of liquid on his fingertips. The nose bleed had only slowed but hadn't stopped. If that strange feeling on his neck was anything to go by, the blood from his ears hadn't ceased.
The monk brushed at it impatiently, and kept walking.
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Kvothe took a deep breath as he stepped out of the clinic and into the much emptier hallway. At least he had been able to get something for the pain, he thought, and he was glad that it wasn't a long walk back to his room. Soon enough he'd also be able to get some sleep, real sleep, and hopefully between the two he'd feel a lot better tomorrow.
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Picking on the injured wasn’t something that interested the vampire. In fact, Aidou loathed the idea. If he was going to be taking what blood he needed through physical force and not through more genteel means, he’d be more willing to deal with someone at peak physical condition than a person who was already weakened. Only vultures did that.
Aidou stepped a little ways into the hallway, soundless, at home in the pitch black where the flashlight beam didn’t touch him. His eyes were drawn to the boy’s cast. Broken, probably. Even for a child, a broken bone wasn’t usually enough to put them out of commission, but was that all? He couldn’t touch someone who was too badly injured if he could help it, it just wasn’t… right. His calculating side didn’t have anything to do with morals, and he knew he only had a few seconds to decide if he should make a move on the male, before the others in the main hall shifted their attention, before the boy moved too far and left them exposed, before someone came out of a cell at the wrong time…
He stood poised and watching, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and feeling it pinch under fangs.
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Seemed like, and he sighed, rubbing his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Jeeze. Way to go, Captain Zelnick.
Still... at least he was awake at all, which was already a better than yesterday.
Kenren was already gone, so Zelnick yawned and got into his uniform (which was still really awesome to have) (and ZEX hadn't seen him in it, had he?) (Good thing he was gonna go see ZEX tonight, then!), claimed his skillet and his flashlight, self-conciously straightened his collar and cuffs (even in the dim light, the gold studs glowed, and he couldn't help but glow happily right back; they said he was Captain Zelnick, and he was in charge), and took off into the night.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/603918.html)]
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The door stood open only a crack, and the vampire stepped through it and to the side, looking up and down the hall. Nothing out of place. Perfect. Something in him uncoiled a little at the realization--now that he’d fed, there wasn’t much that could act as an obstacle, aside from some of Landel’s pets. Spotting a vampire in dark clothes, in the dead of night, was quite the admirable feat for anyone short of a vampire hunter, and so the screaming could start from the room behind him for all he cared.
If the male Aidou had fed from knew what was good for him, however, he’d rest instead of trying to move. Light-headedness would fade fairly fast, but only if the person didn’t tax themselves.
Blood would replenish itself. Any more injuries gained from meeting something less friendly while weakened wouldn’t.
Aidou left the way he came, breezing out into the main corridor with a raised chin. He wasn’t entirely happy with having taken blood from someone who wasn’t at full health, but realistically he knew he hadn’t done any worse by the boy. The scare was just another common facet of the place.
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And there they were at last. The fact that Lelouch's room was at the very end of the hall provided plenty of vexation at first, but with all he was doing to avoid giving himself away to Suzaku, that was easy to hide, too. It was getting harder the closer he got to his room, but if there was one thing Lelouch was unquestionably good at, it was maintaining a facade. Just a little bit longer--
"You may return to your room now if you wish," he said once they reached his room, finally deigning to look at his knight. "I have no further need of you."
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And yet, once they reached Lelouch's room -- Suzaku knew he should let Lelouch get some rest, lick his wounds in private, but he just couldn't. He couldn't stand being treated this way after everything that had happened the night before, even if Lelouch was offended at how angry he'd obviously been earlier. This wasn't right, and it couldn't continue. This was still only the first day of his knighthood, after all, and as much as he liked to think he could jump straight into serving his former enemy without a complaint, it was too soon and he still needed some kind of assurance that he was doing the right thing. He'd thought he could trust Lelouch, but now there were uncomfortable doubts, and with their relationship so fragile he couldn't let Lelouch close himself off. He wouldn't let him go without a fight.
And so, before Lelouch could leave and before he could second-guess himself, Suzaku impulsively reached out and grabbed Lelouch's arm. "Stop it," he said in a low voice. He shouldn't need to explain what he was referring to.
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He feared the Clinic would be busy and slowed his steps. Kvothe had been attacked somewhere around here. Tony almost held his breath, wondering if he could somehow sense or find out what had happened.
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When the door opened, Albedo went in, easily navigating inwards. Now which would be his twin's bed? This one, or...? Albedo started, teeth showing in a snarl of surprise. Someone else was here. Sleeping. His eyes narrowed further in indecision before his body stiffened. Fine then. There wasn't much choice at this point. His patience was breaking. If the roommate woke up, Albedo would simply have to kill him. With the decision that simple, the boy relaxed, carefully walking towards the other bed.
Surprisingly, Albedo did as Rubedo had wanted in the first place, and released him after settling him gently on the bed. Albedo, for his part, clambered on the other end, laying on his stomach with his hand in his hands. He looked at Rubedo for a moment, the smallest flash of uncertainty showing before disappearing. For this, Albedo would be carefully blank.
He couldn't know that trying to do this in front of Rubedo was telling; that he looked younger in this instance while his eyes aged. The boy swallowed unconsciously. "So," he said, voice almost normal--free of any other tones. "What was your answer?" Here, Rubedo couldn't ignore him.
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Having his twin watching him like this was eerie, definitely like looking at Albedo's adult self. The redhead had hoped that Albedo had forgotten the question, but he should've known better. This was something that had been at the forefront of his twin's mind for years, when Junior was from, so there was no way he'd give it up when it hadn't happened very long ago.
"That's..." he started again, hesitating. The infected units had scared him, his twin had scared him, but... "You've got it all wrong, Albedo."
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