damned_institute | 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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HK, frankly, wasn't focused on the meatbag, the whole, impossible process that had just taken place was far more interesting. But he was going to stay put until he was told otherwise. The other meatbag might do something terrible to him if he just grabbed what he came for and ran.

Seeing the process a second time was just as awe-inspiring as the first time.

Beatrix blinked, but moved to Skuld's side when the girl collapsed. "Take it easy," she murmured softly as she put a hand to her back. She looked up at HK-47 and motioned for him to pick up the sword.

"Is it to your liking?"

Skuld tried not to groan; damn it all, she hated when that happened, and that was the closest she'd gotten to passing out in a while. She forced herself to sit up, though, and retrieved the dagger she'd made for her other commissioner. "It's not hot."

She glanced over the Bowie knife and grinned; yeah, even when her work exhausted her this much, she could still live up to her usual standards.

HK took the blade eagerly, testing the balance with a few experimental flips, just barely managing to stifle a happy squeak before it really got going. The noise still escaped, but he didn't care. "Statement: Impressive." The edges were wonderfully sharp, too! His eyes were filled with fairly child-like glee, which almost extended to his face.

Beatrix had to shake her head and laugh at HK-47 as he acted exactly the same way a child did when presented the latest toy on the market.

"That is quite the compliment, coming from him," the Bride said quietly to Skuld, a hand still on the girl's back as she idly rubbed her thumb against it. "I'm sorry you had to deal with him, but he is very skilled and a good ally."

If you say so. On top of the "programming" problems, and how his face didn't reflect his emotions, Skuld still thought HK was... odd, and not in a good way. He kind of gave her the creeps.

But a job was a job, and he was happy with what he'd gotten. And, now he owed her. "It'll serve him very well."

Oh, fine. Laugh at the droid. ...I don't actually care, because I have the new, shiney weapon! HK carefully inspected every square centimeter of the thing before flipping it back so the blade lay along his arm, hiding the whole thing neatly behind his hand and sleeve.

Now, he wanted to test it! But no, he had to wait. Find something... Hmm. He had an idea, that might work for this purpose, but would produce interesting results, even if no targets could be found...

"Yes, it will," Beatrix replied. "Thank you," she said before standing slowly up, stifling a groan given her injuries.

"Take care," she said to Skuld before turning to HK-47. "Shall we go test it?"

"I will." Skuld wasn't moving from that spot until after they left... partly because she was pretty sure she couldn't stand at the moment.

She did remember to add, "Have a good night."

HK nodded. "Affirmative: Yes! I have an idea of where there is a near-100% chance of a subject to test this upon." The remaining percent were devoted to an even more potentially interesting something.

He opened the door, holding it open politely (yes, he was capable of it!) for the injured meatbag. "Valediction: Good night, er, Norn!"

"Excellent, but keep in mind my reduced capacity, HK-47," the Bride replied, putting her hand on the top of Skuld's head for just a moment before she followed the droid. It was good to hear him not call the goddess a meatbag.

And he even held the door open.

"So sweet of you," she said teasingly. "See, your protocol functions are good for something aside from fooling your target."

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The door to Ururu's room came within a few steps. Despite the urgency of his visit, Ken found himself hesitating slight at the threshold, his breath wavering in and out due to strain. If she wasn't there... If he'd found an empty room...

Something clicked, the knob at his hand being the source. He apparently pushed the door open without meaning to. "Ururu...san?" the boy called out, before peering in.

Skuld had been planning on resting for a few more minutes, but she quickly stood up; she didn't feel like she was about to pass out anymore, which was a relief. "Uh... hi." She wasn't sure what to say, since she didn't know the boy. "She's here, she's just... sleeping."

Or unconscious. She really couldn't tell, but Ururu hadn't stirred at all, and that worried her.

The voice that answered was not Ururu's; nevertheless, Ken felt immense relief at the response. As stated, there lay the form of his friend, fast asleep (or so he assumed). At least she hadn't disappeared on him.

He glanced over to the older girl and offered a quick apologetic bow. "Sorry to disturb you." A pause. "Oh, um, could I ask for a favor? If she wakes up, could you let her know Ken dropped by? And that I'll be waiting for her in my room?" It might be easier (and safer) to come back after tonight's task, but he wasn't sure if the girl would listen if he requested she stay in her own room. Having a destination ironically meant easier time tracking.

"Sure." Skuld wasn't sure if she was leaving or not, since she wasn't at her best just yet; still, if she did, she could leave Ururu a note.

Looking at the girl didn't tell her anything; it was tempting to go and shake her, but that wouldn't reassure Ken at ALL if she didn't stir. So, for now, she figured she would just wait.

It's not like we can do anything else.

Ken nodded, appearing relatively focused. Another crisis avoided; tonight was looking up. "Thank you," he said.

Without further words, he pulled out of the room.

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