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damned_institute2009-08-29 11:05 pm
himetsuru.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2009-08-29 11:05 pm
Entry tags:
- alkaid,
- claire bennet,
- falis,
- feldt,
- kitty pryde,
- kuukaku,
- meche,
- senna,
- setsuna,
- sherry
Night 43: F21-30 Hall
[in F22]
Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her?
A sharp pain ran through the hunter's left arm accompanied by a searing heat she recognized from the night before. It seemed peoples' fears were going to be true this night. Taking a peak at the flesh underneath her bandage, Falis grimaced seeing the decay return and it work its way up to her shoulder. At least it stopped there, but she wasn't sure it'd stay stopped all night long.
Her eyes slid back to the sleeping shinigami. Falis licked her lips. Damn, she looked and smelled... No. She was not going to do this. She was stronger that whatever fucked up zombie sickness. Senna was important to the hunter. She may be Falis' prey, but not prey like this. Resisting the hunger that lay in her stomach, she idly combed her finger through Senna's hair as she rest her head back against the wall and waited for people to show up or for the shinigami to wake.
Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her?
A sharp pain ran through the hunter's left arm accompanied by a searing heat she recognized from the night before. It seemed peoples' fears were going to be true this night. Taking a peak at the flesh underneath her bandage, Falis grimaced seeing the decay return and it work its way up to her shoulder. At least it stopped there, but she wasn't sure it'd stay stopped all night long.
Her eyes slid back to the sleeping shinigami. Falis licked her lips. Damn, she looked and smelled... No. She was not going to do this. She was stronger that whatever fucked up zombie sickness. Senna was important to the hunter. She may be Falis' prey, but not prey like this. Resisting the hunger that lay in her stomach, she idly combed her finger through Senna's hair as she rest her head back against the wall and waited for people to show up or for the shinigami to wake.
F30
W-Wait, hold on--
--Holy Leviathan, was this girl for real?
Not gonna facepalm, not gonna facepalm, not gonna facepalm. Not. Gonna. Facepalm. Yuffie tried--valiantly!--to choke back the exasperated groan bubbling up in her throat. And failed. Miserably. "Check the club roster in the morning. I can tell you now that the History Club are recruiting, and they're the most combat oriented of the lot; ask for Kaneyoshi or Homura on the board. The Information Network could use more experienced field agents, too, but you'd have to ask Lulu."
Ha, Lelouch'd probably be even more interested in snapping up Skuld and her ability for himself. Whatever.
"… Look, if you really need help with this, I'll see what I can do. As payment." She gave the sheathed wakizashi a waggle for emphasis. "But not tonight. Me n' Mr. Pratfall here have a date with the outside world, and we're running behind. Catch me on the board."
With one last grin and a "Thanks!" tossed over her shoulder, Yuffie made her exit, her arms full of Shiny and Suzaku in tow.
[Back out here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/698992.html?thread=57836912#t57836912)]