damned_institute | Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Something didn't feel quite right about the building as Beatrix stepped out into the hallway. Moving to the left, she put her back against the wall to wait for Wonka to arrive. She wasn't sure what didn't feel right about it, but her instincts were warning her to expect more of the unexpected and to trust what she felt, not her eyes.

A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eyes, yet nothing was there. Her eyes narrowed. Yes, something wasn't quite right.

[waiting for Wonka]

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What a vulgar little girl. Luckily, Hime's patience was as vast and deep as the sea. A dark, stormy sea full of things that lurked beneath the surface.

"It also makes it easier for the rest of us to knee you in the face," the princess pointed out. She tilted her head curiously. "Any particular reason you were running about screaming and kicking the walls? Has the building itself offended you in some way?"

Or maybe she was just stupid that way. Little kids did that sort of thing, didn't they? Hime was grateful she'd never had to take care of one.

"Not if I knee you in the balls first." Kagura insisted. Why was she asking about her kicking the wall? Kagura guessed from the woman's mannerisms that she was probably a rich woman, who didn't care about little street kids like her. She wasn't going to tell a woman like that anything. Not even if it was something insignificant, like how her older brother annoyed (understatement of the year) her.

She shook her head. "Training," she said. "What are you doing here, princess? Shouldn't you be getting some beauty sleep?"

"You may find that anatomically impossible to do to me," Hime pointed out reasonably. "You, on the other hand, most certainly have a face."

Training? Idiot training? Was this some kind of special custom among a select population of little girls who wanted to be idiots that Hime was unaware of? More interesting than the lame excuse though was the use of the word "princess". It seemed less likely that the girl had actually guessed her name and station right than that the term was being used mockingly because of her mannerisms. Still, it didn't hurt to check.

"And why would think I'm royalty? Is it just so obvious that I'm of such high class?" she asked with a smile that said the unspoken, higher than you, that is. "Besides, everyone knows everything interesting happens in the dark."

"A very pretty face," Kagura added. "And everyone has balls. Balls of the heart." Or maybe they were eyes of the heart. Oh well.

"Because you don't smell poor. You don't look downtrodden and defeated. And you look like you eat people like us for breakfast." Kagura didn't want to be eaten by anyone or anything. She already experienced that feeling and it wasn't very fun. Or enlightening. It was just slimy and smelly and weird.

"Ok, princess. But I'm warning you. I'm too young to be your wingman."

Hime wasn't sure exactly what to say to that statement. Though those sounded as hard to kick as balls that didn't exist. Still, she was mildly concerned that should she continue to press the issue, the girl might try to demonstrate her ability to make good on her word. The last thing she needed was some midget trying to cram her knee into her in the chest in the middle of the hall.

"Oh, so it's a matter of attitude," she said, humoring the girl. "I was wondering, since I was sure I'd left my tiara at home." Actually, she had.

Hime wasn't entirely certain what the girl meant by that warning, though she could take a few guesses.

"I don't particularly need a 'wingman' tonight so much as I need someone who can beat up anything mean and nasty until I can find a proper weapon," she replied coolly. "Think you can kick anything that's not as wide as a wall and as stationary as one too?"

She nodded. "I can do that. I'll kick you if you run around right now."

"I'd prefer if you didn't," she said with a frown. Did this girl really need to kick something so badly? "What's your name? It'll be easier to point you at something to kick than calling 'hey, you'."

Not that Hime was opposed to calling her that, but it cause confusion, which could be the difference between life and death if they encountered something worth kicking and that kicked back.

"Kagura. My name's Kagura, but you can call me queen or company manager." She thought about this for a while. She always did. "Yup, I like company manager better."

"Should I call you princess--" Kagura hoped she didn't "--or do you want to be called something else? Because you look like a Detective Pasta to me. Hello, Detective Pasta."

In Kagura's mind, Detective Pasta was a cool code name ~~for lame people~~.

"Well, my name is Hime," said the princess with an amused grin. The grin turned quickly into a disapproving frown. "Call me 'Detective Pasta' and your new name is 'Mud'."

This was the influence of television, she just knew it. Hiro had one down in his room, and, well, he was Hiro. At least Hime kept him too busy to use it most of the time. Obviously, this girl had suffered a worse fate.

"Anyway, Kagura," she said in an attempt to rerail the conversation, nay, the entire night's plans, "It was my intention to head to the kitchen to obtain a knife. Several knives. Unless you can think of a better place to come up with weaponry, how would you like to accompany me there? I'm sure we'll find something big and nasty for you to kick." If they didn't, she was going to be very disappointed with this place. A haunted hospital survival scenario that let you arm yourself without any opposition? As if that would happen.

"The kitchen? That's no good, princess. There are lots of dangerous things in the kitchen. Sometimes its guarded by weird people and some people say there are monsters out at night." Kagura had to smile at the idea.

"Let's do it."

Hime smiled; it was a little smirk that implied she liked this girl's pluck and would enjoy watching her pick a fight with something she had no hopes of defeating. Depending on whether such a distraction would benefit Hime or not, she might even warn her so.

As it was though, there were no monsters in sight, so Hime shone the way with her flashlight and started off at a brisk pace.

"Then let's be going."

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