damned_institute | NIGHTSHIFT 41: Main hallway 1-East

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Now completely on his own, Sho felt the urge to run again. Fear? Hardly. This was his element. He just felt like running for the pure chemical satisfaction of it.

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Half-falling down the stairs, Sho stumbled out into the hall. He'd left that blasted alien behind but his body was still burning on a cellular level. At least his injuries were fairly superficial. Clicking on his flashlight, he continued down the hall towards his destination.

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Edited 2009-06-18 06:24 (UTC)

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The stairs were just ahead, and still, nothing emerged from the shadows to challenge them. It was a little unnerving, especially since Lelouch hadn't made it nearly this far his first night before the cats had pounced. He also had yet to see any monsters attacking any other patients, which... where were they all? Did they only begin to appear later on in the night, or was it simply a fluke? He wished he had a watch, but as such things would be useless-- damn it. He'd just have to ignore the phenomenon for now. Getting to the second floor was more important.

Nanny of Honor? Suzaku snorted. "You implicitly appointed me by being negligent. I didn't appoint myself." Speaking of implying things, he realized he was admitting that his new title was, in fact, Nanny of Honor. He was a little distracted, however, by wondering why Lelouch would bother to smile at him so much. Was he happy that Suzaku trusted him again? Shouldn't he still be upset that Suzaku had questioned him in the first place? It couldn't be that bantering like this gave him reason to smile, not when they were no longer friends and (he assumed) Lelouch had no regrets. He must be keeping up the conversation because, like Suzaku, he preferred it to silence. "But I know you can take care of yourself," he said a little more seriously. He knew that more than anyone, that Lelouch couldn't be underestimated.

His thoughts were redirected to the mission at hand, however, when they approached the stairs. They were dark and narrow, and it would be harder to keep an eye on Lelouch or to get in front of him quickly if need be. Not to mention that Lelouch still had a bad leg. "Do you want me to go first?" he asked with a frown, shining his flashlight into the stairwell. He didn't see anything yet, but it was better to stray on the side of caution. The irony of the juxtaposition of that question with his last statement was completely lost on him.

Oh, so now he was negligent? Lelouch might have gotten angry had it been anything other than his poor eating habits that they were discussing, but since it wasn't and Suzaku had made that little slip-- he really did make this too easy sometimes. "Should I not be able to dismiss you, in that case? You're the one clinging to the role, not me." And inventing new duties to go along with it, but the less Lelouch thought about Suzaku's knack for saying or doing the most embarrassing thing possible in regards to and/or directly to him, the better. Last night-- that idiot. At least he was willing to acknowledge that Lelouch wasn't entirely incompetent, but as that apparently wasn't enough to change his behavior, the prince felt entirely justified in continuing his jabs at Suzaku's... unique take on being his knight. "And if you know I can, admit it: you're just making excuses to keep it now."

He couldn't ignore the change in tone the topic of the stairs brought up, though, and with a small frown to match Suzaku's, he looked to the stairwell and tried to ignore the slow return of the trepidation he'd only just managed to shut out. There was only one creature that he'd received intelligence on that had appeared in these areas, but with so many others still unaccounted for-- "That may be for the best," he muttered, glancing away for a moment. For him to be this reliant on someone, even if that someone was Suzaku-- Lelouch still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea. There was a practical reason for it, yes, but he'd never been fond of being reminded of his shortcomings. The obvious physical one had never truly bothered him, at least not in any way that inspired him to actually do something about it, but while Suzaku had missed the irony of his question, Lelouch hadn't. This fell rather explicitly under the purview of a knight, however, so if Suzaku felt the need to make any smart comments at all, Lelouch would be well within his rights to hit him for it.

Damn, that was a good point. Technically his decisions were no longer his own, and Lelouch was fully entitled to demote Suzaku from Nanny of Honor if he so wished. Not that being in servitude to someone else had ever stopped Suzaku from taking whatever actions he thought appropriate, but this was a little different. He hadn't owed the others anything (except for Euphie), but Lelouch and his cause demanded Suzaku's unswerving loyalty. This was a relatively small issue, of course, yet when push came to shove Lelouch would have the final say. Didn't mean Suzaku wouldn't go down without a fight.

"You'd have to dismiss me in the same way, by not being negligent anymore. And maybe I am," he added, throwing a hint of a smile over his shoulder even as he stepped toward the stairwell. "I told you, I like being a nanny." Giving in to Lelouch's accusations so easily meant ignoring the point, but it didn't matter so long as Lelouch knew Suzaku was going to keep looking after him. And so long as he stopped picking at the reasons Suzaku wanted to do so, because Suzaku didn't feel those had to be analyzed.

Suzaku then turned his full attention to proceeding up the stairs, sweeping the beam of his light across the steps methodically and shifting his grip on the bat. Inane chatter was all well and good, but he had to take this kind of thing seriously. And he was more than happy to, when Lelouch's safety was at stake.

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Right back where he'd been earlier. Should've just asked Sora to meet him here instead of running all over the place first. He wasn't sure what he was going to do about his wager with Tyki since the cigarettes he'd been told to retrieve weren't there anymore, but there was time for that later.

The fact that there were so many less people around here all of a sudden made it pretty certain to Sora that the greenhouse yard was the best place for them to try and get over the wall. It was out of the way, but at least they wouldn't get run over by a crazy car in this case.

He wondered if maybe he should say something to Allen, but there wasn't much to say besides complaining about what happened, and they should probably worry about getting to where they were going first.

Holding back a sigh, Sora took a left down the next hall.

[To here.]

They were getting further away from other people now. It would be more difficult to follow them at a close enough range to hear them and not get caught. He just needed to keep up an innocent appearance. He was just a lone patient wandering the halls, perhaps looking for equipment. If he was caught, well, he had plenty of excuses already forming.

Edited 2009-06-06 23:37 (UTC)

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"Really?" Yuuhi replied with one of his usual smiles. There were many ways to amplify a person's magic. He'd had a staff before, to boost his own casting, not that he used it often.

"I haven't heard of that before but it's interesting. What kind of magic do you use?" he asked as they made their way into the next hall and approached the stairs.

"Onmyoujutsu. There's a lot of ritual involved in all but the simplest spells." Subaru gestured to the cloth-wrapped bundle in his waistband, which occasionally made a muffled little jingle as the bells attached to the end of the knife handle shifted about. "That's a knife that's also more for rituals than anything else. I'm not much of a physical fighter."

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Funny how people tended to cluster in certain high-traffic areas, thought Indy. As soon as they'd gotten to the center of the hall, the other patients had all but vanished, and this end was completely deserted. Indy wasn't sure what that meant, again--were the doctor's offices not particularly profitable territory?

He got out the map: hanging an immediate left would take them to the ten offices. "Does your doctor smoke?" he asked Pierson.

"I'm not certain," Methos admitted. "I didn't see any paraphernalia in his office, but he was only just getting unpacked at the time." He looked back over his shoulder, at the long and empty expanse of hallway behind them, and tried to convince himself of the utility of the apparent lack of competition. If the doctors' offices were guarded and they just didn't know it, things could go very bad, very quickly.

"Since we're already here, we might be better off just checking all of the offices. I can't imagine none of the doctors here would have anything useful for bartering. And their files might be a little more informative..."

With no idea of how much time they had left to search, Indy was more interested in finding the cigarettes than anything else. Still, Pierson had a point--of course hunting for the big prize didn't preclude you from making other important finds along the way.

He aimed the flashlight down the side hall and, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, turned the corner.

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At least Sasuke knew the aboveground part of the Institute well enough to travel through it without needing any guidance. He moved quickly towards the stairs, keeping track of Aidou's movement.

And once again, they were travelling together.

The growing familiarity made the circumstances of that night easier to bear; although he wasn’t sure he was even capable of regarding a non-vampire with a total lack of skepticism, Sasuke was at least someone he didn’t expect a surprise from.

Especially not then, anyway.

Aidou peered down the eastern corridor on his way by, then stepped into the confines of the stairwell. There was nothing that caught his attention.

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"Are you informed as to how many supply closets there are, Mr. Brooklyn? Do you know how far from the stairs their location is?" Alfred continued to move forward at a decent pace as he clicked off his flashlight, electing to simply carry it for now and allow his eyes to adjust. There was no need to present himself as any more of a target than he already did.

"Well... kinda." Brooklyn had been upstairs a couple times, but he hadn't really spent much/any time in that particular hall. "It should be right across from us when we reach the top, but I don't know how many rooms are there for sure. A couple at least. People are always coming up here."

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Hardly a moment for sound or breath. Finished with ignoring and adjusting to his altered senses, Sebastian made use of all of them to take him to his Master's side.

M a s t e r C i e l P h a n t o m h i v e

His senses surged stronger.

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Edited 2009-06-16 06:00 (UTC)

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And in no time (even if it had taken a little maneuvering to avoid people in the main hall), they were at the bottom of the stairs leading up to their destination. Okita paused for a moment, stepping toward the shadows even if there was no one here that he could immediately sense. He wanted to tell Ayumu exactly where they were going and what they needed in each place - and to that end, he had to pass something to her.

Reaching into his kimono, he pulled the pillowcase out and offered it to her. "Fourth door on the right and the one across from it are designated as general storage areas. You should be able to find something there that will serve you as a weapon, if not at least find some metal to use in the upcoming nights when we commission what you need. Following that, the last door on the right - I need to check patient storage." He paused and his tone changed and became lighter. "Is that alright?"

How exactly people managed to craft weapons from scrap metal Ayumu wasn't certain, but she'd seen enough comments about it on the board to know that it seemed relatively commonplace. There couldn't be a forge here, so it must be people with "special powers" that she'd heard about. Being able to turn bits of metal into weaponry was something she definitely wanted to see.

Ayumu nodded slightly, eyes unfocusing for a moment as she compared the instructions to the map she'd memorized and plotted the route they'd have to take, hopefully without running into anyone - or anything, remembering those oversized bats - on the way there. It wasn't terribly complicated, at least, and shouldn't take too long, even if she went slowly to be cautious.

"If you think you can keep up," she replied softly, her tone half teasing even if she did mean it, at least in part. She was in perfect health, after all, and trained to this.

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Edited 2009-06-17 03:25 (UTC)

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Yuuhi scratches his head, "oh right, that's probably easier. The Sun Room gets a little nasty some nights." He'd experienced his share of it and had no desire to do so again.

"The bathrooms are probably best then. They're not too much further either. See, we'll make the best of this yet."

"They've probably been picked over pretty thoroughly right now, so we might end up ankle-deep in water from broken pipes, but I doubt anyone else has wanted the mirrors." Subaru's needs were weird, for this place; onmyoudo was an extremely ritualised type of magic, and while under normal circumstances that was no problem for him, here his innate abilities were so limited that he had to rely on the ritual aids a lot more than he was accustomed do.

[OOC: Court approved Subaru sensing the Mirabis from the South 1-A hallway, so we're good to go! :)]

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Empty. It seemed like that was going to be a common theme, though Jaime wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. While it did mean that he didn't have to worry too much about if they were going to be attacked, it also made him wonder why the hallway was empty.

"You've got your camera," he continued, flicking his flashlight so the light danced off the walls, floor, and ceiling (he'd seen too many monster movies where no one had thought to check the ceiling, and there was no way Jaime was going to be the kid eaten ten minutes in because he'd been too stupid to live) as he continued on. "So we should probably head back to where it's safe."

"Safe?" Lenny stopped walking, looking around. It did seem strange that there were no nurses and doctors about in a darkened hospital, but he'd really not stopped to think about it too much. His camera seemed to be more of a safety blanket than he thought.

"So it's back to our rooms, then?" he continued, glancing at the first page of his journal. "I'm in... M54." He flipped back to his maps, trying to figure how exactly how to get to the patient quarters.

"Yeah, safe," Jaime repeated. "I don't want you to be wandering around here any more than you have to. It's too dangerous, for one thing."

M54? A bit away from his room, but that hopefully wouldn't be too much trouble.

"Okay, this way then," he said, leading the way back towards the patient blocks.

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