Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

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[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

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[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

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As he stepped into the hallways, determined to look all the way to the back to see if there were signs on any of the doors, or even an open door, Armand still wanted to talk about tomorrow. He glanced back over his shoulder at his friend, who had the light after all. "Perhaps if we stick together we can have a good look around, for once. Tomorrow, I mean." He hoped for a good look tonight, too, but that went without saying, he hoped.

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

622 kept his glowrod pointed at the surroundings, examining every doorway before checking the rest of the hall to make sure there were no hostiles waiting in ambush. "Yes, I'd like to be able to scout the area."

None of the doors seemed to show any sign of containing the Clinic. "Nothing here..."

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

"I completely understand that," Armand replied. He reached the end of the hall and turned back into the light, averting his eyes to protect them. "It may be easier with just the two of us." Like now was easier, in some ways.

He strode back to the end of the corridor, and ducked across into the next set of rooms.

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