Night 41: M51-60 Hallway

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Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock.

At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.

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M57

[entaiho]

The second announcement over the intercom was sufficient to warn Rokuta that things most definitely were not as they seemed, only reinforcing what he'd been told and read earlier that day. That was certainly alarming enough, but it was what happened after the door's lock clicked that really disturbed him.

It was like...well, almost as though someone had abruptly flipped a switch. Suddenly where there had been nothing but the harsh scents of cleaners and dull indoor air was a metallic, nauseating tang, one that was entirely familiar and even more unpleasant.

Blood. Blood was heavy on the air, where there had been none of note before. It was like he'd abruptly stepped onto an old battlefield where he'd expected nothing, and Rokuta could feel himself going pale in reaction.

His hands closed into tight fists on his lap, eyes closing as he swallowed hard against a surge of nausea. It wasn't that bad, he told himself firmly. There was no scent of fresh blood; this was all old, distant enough that it wouldn't affect him. Not...too much, at least. But how could he not have smelled it before?

Re: M57

[deadlynoble.livejournal.com]

His heart froze in his chest as he heard the announcement, dictating that the night shift had finally come upon them. For a long time, Ciel found himself unable to move, a tension seizing him as he thought about what might be on the outside of his door.

The locks had been undone with a loud click that rung through out the room, beckoning him to take advantage while he could and explore. He willed his legs to move forward, unable to quell the foreboding sensation that something was already waiting for him. Perhaps it had been the stagnant stench that filled the air or the sudden chill that crawled down his spine, leaving goosebumps dotting his skin.

Stealing a deep breath, he pocketed the flash light and tried not let the anxiety creep into his features. The last thing he needed was to justify to his roommate that the boy had been right and that he wouldn't be capable of handling this himself when he perfectly was.

There was no reason left to hesitate. It was simply now or never.

"I'll be taking my leave now, if you don't mind."

He didn't know if he'd see the boy again in the morning or not and was hoping that if came to that -- it would be on the account of either one of them having found a way out of here. With that in mind, he turned the door knob and let himself out of the room and into the hall way.

Re: M57

[sekishi-keiou.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631733.html?view=53408949#t53408949)]

At last! Here it was, M57. Youko knocked on the door, hoping now that Enki hadn't left already. She didn't think he would--the kirin hadn't lived as long as he had by being foolish--but this place was wrong in all kinds of ways, so she didn't want to rule anything out.

M59 (and the hall immediately outside)

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

A game? Martin Landel wanted to play a game with them? Edgeworth glared hard at the intercom as he finished tying his cravat. What, so you think we're pawns in your game of chess? That you can just move us about as you like?

He let out a hard, exasperated sigh as he gathered his belongings and stepped into the hall. I am not your pawn. And I won't be moved around on a chessboard at anyone else's whim.

He leaned against the wall for just a moment, gathering his thoughts while he waited on Kunzite to drop off his sword.

Re: M59 (and the hall immediately outside)

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

"You look troubled," came the voice that walked up to the fancily-dressed man leaning on the wall. Aside from this, Kunzite walked up to Edgeworth quietly, forgoing his bow as he held out the sword's hilt. "Has something happened?"

M55

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

What was that stupid voice talking about...? Something about a game..? Geeze..why can't it shut up already? Couldn't Sechs get any peace and quiet when taking a nap around here?!

Wait a second... What was he doing napping?

Before the Replica could think any more on the matter, he was jolted awake by a loud hiss of static. Sechs' yellow eyes snapped open as the electronic shriek rang in his ears. Giving out a muffled growl, his body visibly winced from the unexpected noise as he took in his new surroundings. His once groggy mind now raced with confused thoughts. Where the heck was he?

The room he was in was unfamiliar... And why was he sleeping just now? Sechs' perturbed mind trudged through his memory banks. What was he doing before? ...Ah! He was getting a tune-up from his Cybertechs, that's what! Hmm... speaking of which...

At that point Sechs' train of thought was nearly jolted off its tracks. The Z.O.T. Tournament! He had to be ready for the next match! What was he doing sleeping at a time like this?

Sechs went back to his recollections of his recent past. He could have sworn that he was in the repair facility with his Cybertech, Yani... Normally Sechs would be connected to the usual cables and machines to tune-up his body. Sometimes the process would take awhile so maybe he fell asleep while he was waiting? It wasn't something he'd normally do, but that last one-handed fight he had against those five challengers probably drained him more than he'd like to admit...

Still, that didn't explain how he ended up in this unfamiliar room. Was he moved during his nap?

The Replica was just about to heave himself off the bed when he spotted another person in the room. He froze. So Sechs wasn't alone here... but who was this stranger?

The other man had his back to him. He looked about his age and height while his hair consisted of short black locks. Was it Ping? ...no, it couldn't be. Ping was out helping Alita with that mission of her's... Plus the stranger didn't have that familiar hat or mechanical arm. This one was different...

The way this situation was unraveling confounded Sechs; such uncomfortable feelings had always aggravated him. Sechs hated feeling confused and the fact that he was probably missing the Z.O.T Tournament right now only filled him with even more rage.

It was then that his mind snapped to a conclusion. This stranger must have took Sechs away from his team...Yeah, that must of been it. Yet why was he taken away like this...? Did it have to do with that bastard Trinidad? Either way, Sechs wasn't going to wait for his answer...

Without any hesitation, the Replica sprung into action with a loud snarl. His bed sheets were thrown away in a flurry as he leaped towards his target. He wasn't going to kill this stranger, not with his back to him. That wasn't how a true warrior fought! No, he was going to pin that bastard against the wall and ask him some questions...and for his sake he had better give him good answers...

With another savage growl, Sechs threw out his arm and slammed his palm against the area between the stranger's shoulder blades. Sechs then pushed the other man forward, giving him a face-full of wall in the process.

"OK ASSHOLE! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON HERE OR ELSE!!" Sechs shouted into the other youth's ear.

Re: M55

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

When the intercom had come on announcing the beginning of the night Jason had immediately started collecting what supplies he'd need before he left. He'd barely been paying any attention to the other body in the room by that point. The man hadn't moved at all since he'd entered the room and didn't show any signs of being about to wake up. That bit of carelessness cost him as he was too slow to react when the man suddenly leaped out of the bed and launched himself at Jason, slamming him face first into the wall.

Snarling, he drove his heel down at the man's foot and tried to jab him in the side with his elbow, twisting as best he could to try and break free. Fuck, the burns didn't help at all but Jason wasn't about to let something like a little pain stop him. Not when some bastard thought he could pin him that easily and start interrogating him.

As he fought he snapped back, "Or else you'll what? Deafen me on both sides? You're going to have to do better than that shithead!" Even if this was some sort of misunderstanding, Jason could do with a fight after the shit he'd had to go through earlier.

Knocking on M53~

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[Hopping a hallway from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631866.html?thread=53330490#t53330490)]

All right then, he'd simply find a way once they arrived. He would not sing. They could not force him to.

...Well, that did not take so long, as he soon found M53. X knocked his flashlight against the door, being the gentleman he was. After all, he could not chastise II for never doing so and then barge in himself. It would be hypocritical of him.

Re: Knocking on M53~

[numberii.livejournal.com]

Meh. Why did someone have to bother him tonight? Xigbar was of the opinion that he should just go to sleep, perhaps for a night or two, heal up, and then go on from there. That was his thing, after all; get hunting done, enjoy it, then sleep until it was time to do it all over again. Couldn't very well do that with someone knocking on the door, though.

With a sigh, he put his pillow over his head and called out, "Go away, I'm not here!"

From M52

[flashyaudacity]

As soon as he was able to leave the room, Kaito was out the door, carrying his box of medical supplies with his pipe balanced on top of it. He didn't want to waste any time getting the only reason the detectives would have to visit his room again as far away from it as possible... And that meant turning the supplies over to Hattori immediately.

He'd wanted to talk to the detectives about relocation the supplies when he'd seen them earlier, but it had slipped his mind with all the other issues he'd been thinking about. But at least this way, they didn't have a say in the matter, or worse: come to the room to help move the supplies.

[Speeding to Hattori's room]

M58

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Allen didn't have much time to comment on his roommate's dismal mood, not that it was likely to help. From what he'd observed, Sasuke was a lot like Kanda in that regard.

He bid his friend farewell before heading out the door, cord in hand.

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M54

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

Lenny sat up, having been dozing at his desk until the intercom clicked on and someone started talking from the other side. He rubbed his eyes, not realizing he'd been so tired before. Half-eaten food, probably mine, he thought, eyeing the tray on his desk. He pushed his chair back and stood, giving himself a good stretch before examining the room.

Two beds- doesn't look like a hotel. White walls, sanitary smell- hospital? He felt his chest and arms oddly, looking over himself. I don't feel hurt. As he looked tried to look over his shoulder to his back, he noticed a journal sitting on the edge of the desk. It wasn't the journal itself that caught his eye so much as the note on the front:

LEONARD, READ THIS

My writing. He picked up the journal and thumbed through the first few pages, reading over the writings quickly. An institution. Great. And my camera is gone. He continued flipping through the notebook, finding maps with scribbles and markings of various locations. At least it seems I've found someone to help me get it back. Looks like I'm supposed to meet him in some sort of a Main Hallway. He eyed the map- he hadn't marked this specific hallway, but surely it couldn't be hard to find. It was the main hallway, after all.

He looked around, wondering what time it was. No windows, no clock. He opened the door to his room, surprised by the darkness of the hallway. Nighttime, I'm guessing. Strange that they turn off the lights like this. No nurses in sight. Not even other patients. He looked back into the room, thinking something was very unnerving about this situation.

A flashlight also sat on the desk. Looks like I prepared already, he thought with a smile. At least I'm doing something right. Let's just hope I can spot this guy from a description alone. With his flashlight in one hand and his journal turned to his map in the other, he headed out the door into the darkened hallway, unaware of what dangers may be lurking around every corner.

Re: M54

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631733.html?thread=53480117#t53480117).]

[idolism]

Well, well, well, intercom theatrics aside, it was looking to be an interesting night.

The incident in the showers that afternoon and Kaito’s antics during dinner were put to the back of his mind given what had transpired on the bulletin board and all it’d revealed. So some nice bystander had wanted to tip him off about a bounty hunter coming to kill him that evening, hm? A hired hand. It was amusing to the predatory side every vampire possessed, enough so that dinner was spent eating mechanically while the concept kept him entertained. A mere bounty hunter, sent to kill him? Out of all of the trials Landel’s Institute set in front of him, threats made by fellow prisoners were the least of his concern, even if the person on the other end of that exchange was the employer, or the bounty hunter, or even if there were three of them and they all were, for whatever reason, looking to harm him. He wasn’t worried.

Irony, however, was layered thick over the idea. He’d come close to hiring a bounty hunter to sniff around vampire wannabes, and now the noble apparently had one sniffing around him. Was it connected? Aidou couldn’t be sure; Bella and her freak friends hadn’t shown their faces for some time, and the ex-human Evangeline couldn’t have known about it. That someone had recognized him for what he was and was now attempting to dispose of him was a possibility. Or someone who’d been biding their time for a while. He couldn’t be sure. A joke, even, to lure him out for some other reason? Treating the information as a real, genuine warning was difficult, as his helper seemed utterly oblivious to their own position.

The vampire would have to wait and see… see what happened that night, see what happened tomorrow. Aidou disliked not being able to see into the heart of the matter immediately, but the situation wasn’t dire enough for him to change his plans and investigate further. Would he actually go to M101? Yeah, right. Definitely not.

If someone was moronic enough to attack him during the course of the night, they had better pray they knew who they were facing.

When it was time, Aidou dressed, donning the dark shift of his Night Class uniform and his dark pair of pants. The white of his Night Class uniform would be fitting, but bold. Because he was confident, not a confident idiot, he left it alone, and put his radio away in a pocket before preparing to leave. Kaito appeared obliging, but the vampire wasn’t taking chances in that regard. He locked the door and with a hand on its surface, called ice into the locks and hinges in such a way that even if Kaito unlocked the door, it wouldn’t open any time soon. There.

As for the hall itself, Sasuke wasn’t present. The vampire moved on.

_{[to here]}

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Not for the first time, Sasuke was grateful for the way that Allen's appetite had a useful way of getting in the way of his conversation. While the boy occasionally had interesting information, Sasuke had little interest in conversation of any sort by this point, too wound up simply waiting for the beginning of nightshift.

There was a dull hunger gnawing at the pit of his stomach, a basic physiological reaction to not having eaten anything all day, but Sasuke still couldn't find anything but revulsion at the idea of food. There was nothing less appealing than the idea of groping around for sustenance.

Sasuke retrieved his sword the moment the door unlocked, wondered for just a moment where Itachi had managed to acquire a kunai, and pushed the thought out of mind. He couldn't think of Itachi as anything more than a concept for now, when the reality of him still didn't really make sense.

Vaguely acknowledging his roommate's farewell, Sasuke headed down the hall as well, moving as speedily as he could.

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

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M60

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

[skipped a hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/628924.html?thread=53514684#t53514684)]

Once Yuffie and Yukari had headed off, Mori grabbed his new closet rod staff and went to Mitsukuni's room. The walk was something he was accustomed to by now, so it didn't take long at all before he arrived at the usual door.

Only to see that Mitsukuni wasn't there.

A moment of panic hit him as he thought of all the places that Mitsukuni might be if not waiting for him at the room. What if he'd been taken for those sleep studies? Or had gone off with someone else? Or-- Wait. Moving closer to the door, Mori listened carefully and then knocked on the door. He thought he'd heard someone inside.

Re: M60

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

[orz so sorry for the fail D: For some reason I thought I'd posted him already. *fail mun is fail*]

Honey'd had an enjoyable meal, or more accurately, an enjoyable dessert. Sai seemed in a good mood and there was cake to be had, little as it might be. He rubbed tired eyes and busied himself getting ready for night to start. First they had to find Hika-chan and then the three of them could work together. It would be a nice change and he didn't mind so much that it meant less cake as long as his friends were safe.

He was kind of surprised when he heard a knock on the door. The intercoms had gone off a little while ago, so Takashi must've moved fast. Or maybe it was one of Sai's friends? He padded over to the door and smiled up when Takashi was waiting for him. Cake had put him in a good mood and he planned on keeping it.

"I'm ready! Sorry, did you have to wait?" he asked, stepping out into the hall with Usa-chan in one arm and his flashlight in the other.

M56

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn changed once the doors unlocked, pulling on his Elven clothing and yanking his hair back into a loose tail. He wanted to braid it, but he honestly had no idea how to manage it himself. For the last five years, Shadow had done it for him. Before Shadow, whatever slaves were in attendance at the time.

He set out a mage light for Keman to follow, strapped on his dagger, and decided he was in pretty damn good shape to go face the forces of nature in this vile place.

Re: M56

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631176.html?thread=53832584#t53832584). Sorry about the wait!]

"Well, this is a change," Keman remarked, his own little magelight bobbing above his shoulder. He yawned widely and stretched, trying to limber up before tonight's little adventure. "Did your clothes come with you or did you have to go get them from your room's new occupants?" That was an amusing mental image. V'kass Valyn Lord Hernalth barging into the room, demanding his elven fripperies.

Keman had never been bothered by the fact that Valyn got clothes and he didn't. He wasn't terribly fond of the Landel's uniform, to be sure, but he'd also never had any particular attachment to what he'd "worn" back home. Nine times out of ten, it hadn't even been real clothing!

"Have you got a plan for tonight, Valyn?"

[faile.livejournal.com]

When the evening intercom announcement finished, it seemed the night was going to proceed normally despite what the other patients claimed. However, it wasn't long until it came on again, this time with a much more sinister message.

So it was true.

The Head Doctor's voice was cut off abruptly, and soon after there was a click from the door. Faize retrieved the flashlight from atop his bed and cracked the door open cautiously, peering into the dark hallway with the light aiding him. Patients were running about, just as he had heard they would.

If what else he had been told was also true, it was certainly dangerous, but it was also his only chance to investigate. Pushing the door wide open, Faize stepped out into the dark halls.

[faile.livejournal.com]

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

[From this thread up here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/627793.html?thread=53445713#t53445713).]

Well, that had been a total waste of his time. Unsurprisingly, not only had Xigbar been more or less okay - at least he wasn't going to die - but he and Luxord had managed to make him wish he hadn't bothered checking. No surprise there.

The only useful thing that had come out of his side trip was that he felt a bit more sure of his path now - and that it wasn't running parallel to Xigbar's and Luxord's at all. And...actually, that was pretty useful to know, so maybe he had gotten something out of it after all.

Still - part of him felt disappointed. He liked Xigbar and Luxord. (Or he was pretty sure he did. Sometimes.) And while he'd always known he wasn't much more than an annoyance - or, occasionally, a target - to them, he'd thought that their invitation might've indicated...well, something. But since they'd gone right back to acting the way they always had, he supposed all it proved was that even Nobodies could have one brief, shining moment...with the operative word being 'one'.

In the meantime...maybe he ought to go back to Soubi. He didn't have anything else to do, or anyone else to go to; besides, even Soubi at his weirdest was better than a Nobody.

(Of course, he wanted to become one...why, Demyx would never understand.)

[whohitreset.livejournal.com]

Somebody give the man a round of applause for his theatrical performances. What was Martin Landel, a B movie actor that didn't make the villain role and was now living out his fantasies on a multidimensional populace?

Right.

In any case, Matt had a job to do tonight. Unfortunately this job wouldn't be anywhere near as fun as the events of the previous night, and would be a hell of a lot more difficult to accomplish. Following someone with the aid of electronics and video cameras was far easier than following them on foot and hoping not to get caught.

Out in the hallway from M55

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

With the door loudly slammed behind him, Sechs blinked in the darkness as he took in this unfamiliar environment. The lack of any proper lighting made this new scenery impossible to recognize. He was able make out a dozen doors leading down the hallway in both directions. The walls lacked the usual metal cables that infested nearly every inch of Ketheres. The floor’s texture wasn’t made of cold metal either. Hmm... Perhaps he was in some sort of residential area of the orbital city?

The Replica gruffly sighed to himself. First he got into that lousy fight with that jackass Will, then he injured his arm after using his own special attack and now he was lost in some unknown area of Ketheres! Geeze!! Why were things being so damn difficult today?!

Before he started his furious prowl down the hallway, the Replica's ear caught the sound of Will's laughter coming out from the other room.

"Yeah, yeah! You just keep on laughing!!" Sechs shouted towards the direction of the snickering, "laugh like the clown that you are!! You just wait there and I'll be right back to give you something to REALLY giggle about!"

Squinting his eyes into the darkness, Sechs noted the number on the door he just exited from. 55? Got it. If that bastard knew who he was dealing with, he wouldn't dare wait in that room for Sechs to come back. Whether he stayed or not, once Sechs gets his Fizziroy body back, that room would be the first place he'd look in for that lying jackass.

The influx of stress caused his sprained wrist to experience another painful spasm. This time Sechs growled with more frustration than pain. He really needed to see his Cybertechs and get out of this broken body. If Sechs could just find an area in Ketheres that he was familiar with, he'd surely be able to find a way of contacting his fellow team mates.

Growling under his breath, Sechs took a turn to the right and roamed down the hallway. Resembling a feral hunter, Sechs shifted into his habitual slouch with his neck slightly stretched out and his yellow eyes glaring in the shadows. Sechs' intact arm tightly held onto his aching wrist. Further down the corridor, Sechs found himself in a new hallway where he caught sight of a single door up ahead. The Replica had no idea where it would lead to, but he had to start somewhere if he was going to get out of here and find his way back to his team's base.

Once he approached the door, Sechs carefully released his sore arm; with a grunt he then used his unhurt arm to force it open.

M53

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/635355.html?thread=54174171#t54174171)]

Recluse returned to his cell, setting down the bag and beginning to take out the chemical jars. He hadn't minded that Scourge followed him, though he usually did not let his cell number be known to others. At the moment, examining what new materials he had to work with was far more important.

Re: M53

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

Scourge followed him down the hallway, practically hiding behind his massive body and watching their backs for monsters. While his Decepticon sensibilities would never let him admit it, he just wanted some company to distract him from his pain and terror.

"I looked for the ones with the biggest numbers. And there's acids too, those are good for...acid stuff."