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Night 41: M51-60 Hallway
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.
[to here]
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.
[to here]
From M52
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]