Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

[rocksthecourt]

[M12]

There was this 'Avatar' again, the thing that supposedly linked one's consciousness within this video game. Klavier couldn't quite understand how such a thing could help anyone fight, but he was certain that this connection had something to do with how and why Endrance was taken. If this really wasn't something every player experienced, then there was little doubt others might find such a thing interesting, yes? He still wasn't sure how this all worked, but preserving this connection had to be the point of it all. At least in this particular case.

Any further discussion on this or the strange 'Kira' murders was cut short with the intercom announcement. If one could call it that. Herr Doktor's voice and demeanor changed come nightfall, true, but this was stranger than usual. In fact, he couldn't even be sure if it was the doctor. It was far too raspy to identify either way.

This was getting more bizarre with every evening. First taunting then what may or may not have been snoring... and now this strange dilapidated voice?

"Open the box?" he repeated. What could he possibly mean by that? ...Wait. Was this voice even addressing the patient population? It seemed too specific a thing to say to everyone. Could this be a message for Herr Doktor? Or was this a message for a specific party? Maybe someone had managed to do something recently...

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[rocksthecourt]

Klavier looked the antagonistic man over, but couldn't find a gun on him. He didn't seem to be holding anything other than the other man. That quickly changed as he let the poor guy fall to ground, limp. Obviously, he wasn't conscious anymore.

He planned to keep his promise and not throw himself into anything, but he wasn't going to leave the victim outside in the hallway. With everything that was supposedly crawling around, he'd be dead for certain. Klavier never moved his eyes from the assailant, watching to see if he'd suddenly pull something out. Instead, he seemed to be ready to leave entirely.

Quickly leaving his spot, he moved toward the injured man. Dammit... Broken ribs. He knew nothing outside basic medicine. He couldn't fix an internal injury. As soon as the assailant stopped in his tracks, Klavier did the same.

He glanced down at the injured man. He was close enough to grab hi-- The gun! There it was, lying on the ground right next to the victim. Klavier grabbed it quickly so no one else would get the chance to shoot it again (though he was obviously not holding it for use). The other hand grabbed the back of the man's collar.

"...I think you've done enough. You shouldn't be wasting your time fighting with other patients. Use your energy to find a way out of here!" It wasn't very smart to heckle with someone like this, especially if they were the violent type, but if the guy was just going to stand there, it was better to occupy his mind with conversation than let him stew long enough to get ideas.

Still keeping his eyes on the assailant in case of any sudden movement, Klavier grabbed the injured man under each armpit and proceeded to drag him into room M12.

[Rawr! And back into here]

[screwthegods]

Klavier was safer than he realized; Homura had little interest in fighting with a patient who couldn't (or wouldn't) even hold a gun properly in the face of a threat. Besides, there were other groups gathering that had to be halted that night. It was Homura's fault for calling them together, and now the task fell on him to take them apart.

He only let out a quiet laugh in reply to the man's harsh words, and resumed his walk down the hall. He walked without fear in his stride, without the typical caution most took in these darkened hallways. For Homura on this night, there was a mission, and anything that hindered his goals amounted to little more than an annoyance to be removed.

[And going to here]