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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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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