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Nighshift 41: F21-30 Hallway

Franziska did not trust her roommate, which was just fine with her, since it seemed that Maki Shouko did not trust Franziska either. There was something about her protective nature that brought out the worst in Franziska's investigative nature. Pulling the truth from Maki Shouko would have to wait, however, until Franzika was better armed with evidence and proof that she was, in fact, something more than a mere unemployed, ex-psychologist homemaker. Taking her journal, her flashlight and her radio, Franziska made a note of the night's announcement and then headed outside.

Only to find it entirely blacked out.

So this was the night that people spoke of with such terror? A little bit of dark wasn't going to kill anyone. Pathetic. Flicking on her flashlight, she noted that the beam was unusually weak against the dark and scoffed. Giving the inmates sub-par equipment would need to be added onto the list of complaints when she lodged her class action suit against Martin Landel.

Heading down the hall, Franziska recalled the map she'd seen in her head. She needed to go and find the second floor, get to the patient possessions room, retrieve her whip and then she'd take this place by storm.

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Falis' blade stilled, held horizontal out to her side as she looked sideways at the girl. That was interesting. Normally these types didn't come to taunt the hunter in her den. She had suspicions, but it was too dark for Falis to tell for certain from this distance.

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of spoiling the fun by dying," she replied with a smirk. "I've got too much shit to do to die; places to be, witches to destroy, kingdoms to rule, vampires to kill when I'm bored enough. You know how it is..."

"To die with things left undone is the fate of all mortals," Evangeline said. "Having a lot to do won't protect you. If you want my advice, though, save that last one for a time when you feel you can die without too many regrets. It's a waste to try when you're still young."

She turned to the door, and for the briefest moment her eyes flashed with a light that seemed too bright to be a mere reflection of any of the meager lights in the nighttime institute. "And it does spoil everyone's fun."

[[Heading out of F22 and down to the F-A Block Hallway. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631395.html)]]

Heh. Cheeky little bloodsucker.

"Aa. I'll take your kind words to heart," Falis replied with a cocky grin as the vampire left.

So that was the Dark Evangel. Huh. Falis thought she'd be taller.

The blade started moving again as she returned to her previous action.

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631395.html?thread=53321315#t53321315).]

Ken arrived at threshold just as someone walked out. Another blonde not Alita. Perhaps a client? A simple visitor? He could not tell. The boy eyed her quietly until she disappeared from view.

The greeting came a moment later. "Um, Alita-san?" He peeked a head into the room.

Stilling her sword again, Falis looked over at the door. Amada. Good. Though it made her wonder if that puny vampire had seen the boy.

Resting her sword on her shoulder she lifted her chin at the boy. "Aa. You're here. Come on in," she replied.

As instructed, the boy entered into the room, his bundle in one hand. He set this at what he presumed to be the hunter's desk. "I'm only missing a jug, a funnel, and a masher," he began while pulling out the contents. "I would have gotten them earlier, but..." Complications arose. The sort he didn't want to consider ever again.

"Anyway, um, I'll bring the rest by the end of tomorrow night as promised."

Falis looked over the items as they were being taken out. She nodded. "That's acceptable. I'll stop being cranky at you then. Just remember, I'll get cranky again if you end up not doing so."

The hunter leaned against the other desk. "So, I've got good new and bad news. Which do you want first?"

Ken blinked at the response before nodding in affirmation. "I know. I'll remember." If he didn't, well, Alita wouldn't be the only individual upset.

Her next question proved rather disconcerting. No one offered good news and bad news without something ultimately ruining both. He tilted a head, his face a mix of curiosity and dread. "...Give me the bad news."

"Okay," Falis said, then nodded at the door. "You saw that girl that was just in here, right? Short, blonde, about your age? You had to have passed her in the hall. She's a vampire."

The hunter set her blade down. "She's tolerable, for the moment, so I'm not hunting her when I've got another bloodsucker on a higher priority. Just watch yourself around her."

Another vampire? Just how many existed in this place? Ken resisted the urge to glance back and simply dropped his gaze altogether. "I... I will," he agreed. The child would do more than watch himself; there were others to consider in the equation.

He brought his head up again, remembering at the last minute there was a second part to this. "What's the good news?"

" If she starts causing problems, I'll handle it. She may look like your age, but she's at least ten times that given she has magic at her command," Falis stated. "She's not to be taken lightly, even by me."

She then shook her head and smiled. "The good news is... Yukari's not going to turn. She's clear. I already told her myself, but now you know."

Yeah. Right. Ken had to remember he couldn't get involved where his hand was unwarranted. Without further words, the child nodded in confirmation. He wouldn't get in Alita's way.

That thought, however, soon sapped itself from his mind, and for once, something like hope flickered over Ken's face. "She--" He blinked. "She's going to be all right?"

Falis smiled at Amada, seeing the look on his face.

"Yeah, she's going to be fine," Falis replied. "Hopefully, she won't get bitten again, but she'd not going to become a vampire."

She wasn't going to be-- If Ken had been a more affectionate child, he might have thrown himself at Alita; as it was, he remained rooted to his spot, eyes overflowing with an odd sort of relief. It was a wonder he didn't start crying again.

"T-Thank you," he finally managed after a minute of silence. "Alita-san, you... I don't know... Thank you."

Amada really was a good kid, Falis decided. She really did like him, scaring tactics aside. She honestly only presented herself in that manner to try and teach the boy a little about making adult deals and having to handle them like an adult if he was going to engage in them.

She leaned over and rest her hand a brief moment on the top of the boy's head. "Hey... just doing my job, Amada," she said with a grin. "You just lucked out and happened to come across the best while stuck here."

He allowed the hand to stay; the child was too focused on the news and the implications therein. Yukari was going to be fine. This entire situation was finally over... He could keep the junior's request without any complications.

To show his gratitude, Ken bowed, low. "Thank you so much. You really helped us out." Of course, this doubled the bind on the payment deadline, but he didn't mind. It was his responsibility, after all.

Speaking of responsibility... "I have to go." He straightened. "Is there anything else?"

"Nope," Falis replied, leaning back against the desk. "If I'm not here when you stop by tomorrow, just leave the stuff on the desk."

She tilted her head a little. "Oh, don't fucking die, got it? That's it."

"Okay," he answered as the boy stuffed his empty pillowcase into a coat pocket, "and I'll try." Not like he could guarantee his life in a place infested with death traps.

With another bow--short, this time--he exited the room.

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If Falis hadn't been a princess, she might have found the bowing excessive. Instead, she took it as the boy's deference to her status as royalty.

She moved to the items the boy brought and looked through them. She fiddled with them and, after retrieving the rotting apples, made some moonshine preparations and then stashed the setup in her closet, draping the coat over top them.

Slipping her sword into the braided bandoleer about her waist, currently devoid of stakes, the hunter left her room. She had a guy's ass to kick.

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