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NIGHTSHIFT 43: M1 - M10 CORRIDOR
Ignoring the pain in his broken arm, Snake crept along the hallway. He had brought only the matches and hairspray with him, hooked into the band of his pants, needing no light. His feet made no sound. Even that vision of the corridor earlier hadn't phased him like his much-loved old Outer Heaven flashbacks usually did, as he was far too focused on his mission.
He had been checking the men's block rooms, one at a time. Most of them were vacated; some were not, and even the sounds of movement inside those ones were enough to reassure him that they were not the rooms that belonged to Big Boss.
Systematically, he started down the furthest corridor in the block to the south of his own, starting with room M10. The door was, of course, unlocked, and he cautiously pushed it open. Like many of the others, it seemed empty, but for less than a second he caught a trace of Big Boss's smell. It was enough to lure him into the room, even though no-one was visible. Had he imagined it?
[M10]
He had been checking the men's block rooms, one at a time. Most of them were vacated; some were not, and even the sounds of movement inside those ones were enough to reassure him that they were not the rooms that belonged to Big Boss.
Systematically, he started down the furthest corridor in the block to the south of his own, starting with room M10. The door was, of course, unlocked, and he cautiously pushed it open. Like many of the others, it seemed empty, but for less than a second he caught a trace of Big Boss's smell. It was enough to lure him into the room, even though no-one was visible. Had he imagined it?
[M10]
[ M4 - Continue with that and he'll get ignored... >> ]
"That's not what I think," he answered Tsukasa, "It's just that if you heard what some people have to say, I'm to blame for everything." He wasn't being self-deprecating, just honest, even if by this point he half-expected someone to come along and crown him the Emperor of Misunderstandings. "Besides, this isn't the first time people have tried to knock me down, and I know it's not for you either, Endrance. You just said it yourself." Although the flashlights only partly-banished the room's darkness, he looked up at Tsukasa too. He didn't know the guy's full story, but he had a feeling his words probably applied there as well.
"You can't go saying 'it's my fault because I couldn't do this or that,'" he continued quietly, "Unless there was some choice thrown out and you failed it, I really doubt that... and in any case it's already passed. All we can do is focus on what can be done now."
Haseo picked up one of the sweatshirts off his bed, working it in his hands so it would be easier to thread over his injured arm. "Alkaid and Atoli were here before any of us showed up, as far as I know... do you think we should go tell Alkaid she's a failure because she didn't manage to stop it herself somehow?" A faint smile crossed Haseo's face at that, though he had to kick himself a bit for neglecting to mention her information on how he'd been there before Endrance as well. Maybe he'd bring it up later at a less sensitive time... once he'd talked to the girl again, probably.
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He shifted a little awkwardly as Haseo spoke, giving him a surprised look for his words. It resonated with him a little. He remembered being hunted by the knights, being blamed for chaos being brought to The World.
"It's no-one's fault except the person who brought us here," he added quietly but with intensity. "We can't blame ourselves or each other. That's probably what they want."
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The off-and-on static issuing from the intercom changed, and immediately Haseo's hand was on his short sword, his body stiffening in surprise as he turned his head to the intercom system and then in every direction, as if the input of this "password" would be visible somewhere in that small room.
"What the hell?" he said, "Is that... binary?" There was a brief urge to try and write down the code, but it was already too late and the message was too garbled underneath the... singing. As the broadcast continued, he handed a mental point to the Institute's play in creepiness and applied himself to putting on the boots he'd found with renewed vigor. They were a weird style, but he couldn't argue with something like that- they were better than the 'standard issue' for patient-prisoners, and he'd take every advantage he could get.
"Listen." As the intercom began to die down, Haseo spoke over it, standing once more and regathering his possessions to hide his uneasiness. "I told Leon earlier on the-- bulletin board that we'd come by. M88." He cleared his throat and shifted, for a long moment staring at Endrance before turning to Tsukasa with his eyebrows slightly raised. "I assumed you guys were coming with me, so."