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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.

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Nightshift! And all the fun and games that went with it, with a pleasant little electronic twist that made Alkaid want to rip someone's hair out. Thankfully, her cute (if oddly silent and probably batshit insane) roommate was exempt, if only because she hadn't done anything wrong. Except lie. Which was bad, but... fff, whatever.

No sooner had the intercom started than the pain in the back of her arm came back with a vengeance. Yeah. That pain.

Oh, god fucking dammit. Was the odd hunger back again? Yes, it was. Was her roommate now in immediate danger? Yes, she was. And the impotent fruit cup she was set to meet tonight was probably also in danger, so if he didn't do anything like hug her or hoist her over his shoulder for some ungodly reason, he'd be fine, but... she'd definitely have to keep her distance because now she was a zombie again.

Hmmmph, like she'd even think about getting close to that guy in the first place!

"Gottagoseeyalaterbye," Alkaid mumbled with no hint of explanation as she gathered her cracked wooden bat and her flashlight and ran like hell out that door and down that hallway. No one was in the immediate hallway yet, but she could hear people down the hall, and damn, the urge to hunt them down was kinda sharp...

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/698992.html?thread=57802608#t57802608)]

Edited 2009-08-29 20:02 (UTC)

Well...that had been an interesting message. One that sounded as if IRIS was either malfunctioning or was purposefully hacked. And by M Landel - the Head Doctor. Franziska noted the announcement in her journal and then grabbed her supplies - the dog leash was found, surprisingly in her drawer where her pens were, and that was hung over her shoulder. Following that she got her flashlight, wished her roommate luck for the night and headed out.

Tonight of all nights, Franziska was busy - and she had to get the evidence needed before her father showed up. It would be disastrous to the case if it were allowed to be taken back, or worse, if her father insisted upon examining it himself. Turning on her flashlight, she moved down the hall, walking as fast as she could.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/698992.html?thread=57833584#t57833584)]

Almost there. If their room was F22, it should be right across from her back wall, the second-to-last room from the end. Meche found it pretty easily, but she hung back outside the door for a minute, flexing her foot back and forth to test how the bite on her ankle was doing. It still hurt a little when she moved around, but she thought the wound probably wouldn't open up as long as she was careful. Fortunately, the ankle strap of her heel cut just above it, on top of the bandages. The pumps might not be a traditional choice for fighting lessons, but she thought she'd better learn in what she was going to use. Tonight just felt destined to be a strange one all around.

Well, Meche decided, this was probably as ready as she was ever going to get to become a warrior cavewoman. She knocked.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/698992.html?thread=57834352#t57834352)]

Hearing the knock, Falis knew it wasn't Hokuto. That wasn't the way her girlfriend knocked, so it was either Soma, Meche or someone who'd regret knocking. Opening her eyes, the hunter glanced down at Senna, finding the shinigami was still asleep. Heh. The girl could possibly sleep through an earthquake if she wanted to.

"Oi! Come in," she called to the person on the other side, fingertips now lightly rubbing the back of Senna's neck. Maybe if she kept her mind focused on something other than how good the shinigami smelled, she'd be okay.

No, she'd make herself be okay. Fucking zombies.

"Good evening," Meche replied as she opened the door. Alita was sitting on one of the beds, stroking Senna's hair; it looked like the little death god had used the dinner shift to take a nap. She was probably still exhausted after last night, Meche thought.

She closed the door behind her and stayed standing pretty close to it, although Alita didn't strike her as the kind of person who'd never forgive her for sitting down without being asked. "Should we go somewhere else?" she asked, gesturing to Senna. They couldn't go back to her room if Donna really was taking the night off in there, but the hallway might be all right. Almost everyone would probably be out before too long.

Raising a finger to her lips, Falis nodded down at the sleeping girl. Senna would probably wake up soon and Falis could slip out without disturbing her, but she just didn't feel like it. Somewhere deep inside, she recognized it as a territorial reaction to there being another person in the room, brought on by this hunger she had. Falis was stronger than her instincts, so she denied them for the time being.

"Nah," Falis said in a quiet voice, pointing to both the desk chair and her own bed (currently containing two spears and her katana) for Meche to sit down. "My girl's coming by and so is Soma. I figure I can see if Soma wants to learn too."

Meche gave a little nod of thanks and took the seat that wasn't covered in an arsenal. If she was honest, she was a little intimidated--those spears didn't really look as user-friendly as Alita had suggested earlier. It wasn't too late to switch to working at the clinic, she thought wryly, but of course it was. She'd promised herself she'd learn how to fight. Now she was just going to have to stick to it.

"Soma had something like that two nights ago," she said in a half-whisper. "I didn't really get a good look at it, but I think it might have been a double-headed spear. We could all probably use all the pointers we can get, though."

A double-headed spear?

"So that's where that ended up," Falis replied, recognizing the description as the weapon she'd given Senna that time when they sparred. Speaking of sparring, now that the shinigami had a sword, they were going to need to cross blades. Just for fun.

"Senna can help, too. She's skilled in staff which isn't too far off of a spear. I can use her to demonstrate." The hunter looked down at Senna and combed her fingers through the dark locks again. "Assuming she wakes up anytime soon."

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/698992.html?thread=57836912#t57836912)]

"F30, right?" Yuffie was holding more stuff than him, with that giant. . . shuriken. . . thing, so Suzaku took it upon himself to knock on the door. If the occupants hadn't already heard them, what with all the clattering of the pipes when he shifted more of them to one arm.

"Oh, did you make that one too?" Meche asked. "I'm impressed that you can put things like these together in here. It must be tough to find the materials to work with." Strong wood would be hard enough to find, but she couldn't imagine how patients were making swords. Meche was pretty sure that was supposed to involve high temperature and melted steel or something like that, and where people found those at Landel's was anyone's guess. That thought did remind her of something else she'd meant to ask Alita, though.

"By the way, did Senna tell you she picked up a sword last night?" she said, still keeping her voice down. "She was holding her own with it, but it was pretty blunt. Do you know anyone who might be able to sharpen it?"

Mitsuru didn't want to waste too much time looking for the right number, or disturb anyone by having the wrong room, so she wondered as she knocked lightly on the door to F29 whether or not she had the correct room. The short distance to this hall had gone over without incident, but there was no telling what else might show up, especially since she at least thought she'd seen something. "Takeba, are you there?" she called out, keeping an eye on her surroundings.

Shaking her head, Falis replied, "Nah. Haven't had the chance to talk to her yet. She passed out when they brought us back for dinner."

What kind of sword could Senna have gotten if it was dull. "Find a whetstone and either us us can sharpen it. What kind of sword is it?"

She might be the one person in all of Landel's who was least equipped to answer that question, thought Mercedes Colomar, rescuer of puppies and reader of stories to dying children, who couldn't remember if she'd ever even seen a weapon in person until after she died.

"A...it was a pretty large one," she explained, feeling smaller all of a sudden. "She picked it up in the antique shop. It was behind the counter, so it was probably too expensive to be a prop--just old is all. I'm sure she'll show you when she wakes up."

When she wakes up... Falis looked down at the girl, the hand out of Meche's vision tightening its grip on the bed sheets. It'd be easier to resist if Senna stayed asleep. Maybe. But she was such easy prey right then. The kill would be simple, no resisting, and Senna wouldn't feel any pain...

Fuck. Get yourself together. No eating Senna tonight. At least not like this.

The hunter's eyes moved back to Meche. "Sounds like a hand and a half broadsword. Was it double edged?"

How in the world did she get that just from "it was big and old"? Boy, the people here never failed to impress.

"Sorry, I don't know," Meche said. "If I had to guess, I'd say I think it was, but it was so worn down that she was just using it to bash things." It was probably sitting right inside the closet, but Meche didn't want to go through Senna's room while she was sleeping. They could wait until later or even tomorrow night to find out.

It was probably off-balance, too.

"So, it had about a forty inch length and about a three inch width," Falis described, holding her hands apart enough to give Meche a visual reference to what she was describing. "Straight, non-tapered blade with a cross guard, yes? The hilt would be about the length of a man's forearm."

The hunter's hand returned to the back of the shinigami's neck, the warmth of Senna's skin making Falis clench her jaw for a moment. "A knight's blade."

Meche nodded. "A knight's blade" was the kind of reference she understood; she'd certainly read enough picture books to be able to picture one of those pretty clearly. "Yes, that sounds about right." She smiled. "I guess you could say Senna was sort of my knight last night, so it suits her."

If Senna gave it to her, and she gave it to Manny when he came back, a knight's blade would probably suit him even better. Then again, Phoenix had been something of a knight back there too, and Meche was pretty sure he'd been using a coat rack. Landel's didn't leave too much room for fairy tales.

A low chuckle came from the hunter. "I've certainly dealt with more than my fair share of them," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "True knights are rare things. She would be one of those. I would certainly feel safer with her in my service."

The chuckle was the noise that she finally heard, brain lagged and wore down. The girl murmured something incoherent, rubbing her face against the sheet below her. So soft.... Well, no, not really. But comfy all the same. It was a nice bed if she had to--

Oh, hey. People talking. Hmm. Still half-curled on her stomach, Senna's eyes opened, mouth eating part of the sheet beneath her. Classy. Man. Falis coulda woke her up before people got here. Nothing like a bit of drool to give an impression. Respect? What's that? Nothing here, that was certain. Senna grimaced good-naturedly, rolling back to lean against Falis like it was natural. "Hey," she greeted, voice still thick with sleep. "How're you guys doing this fine night?"

The thoughts plaguing her earlier were all but forgotten; Senna's mood far closer to what it should be than what it had been. She felt comfortable and relaxed, and she knew she hadn't slept that long. She blinked bleary eyes at the two, wondering about Falis. When had she came in her bed? Ehh.... It didn't matter. It was nice enough. Comfy and soft lying against her. ~~Her living mass of hair and boobs probably helped with that....~~ So Senna'd stay there while she got up to speed. At least the whole party hadn't started without her.

Alita was right about that, and Meche was about to agree with her when the sleepyhead knight in question woke up. "Good morning," Meche replied with a small chuckle of her own. "Did you have a nice nap? I only got here a few minutes ago, so you haven't missed too much."

Senna definitely looked like her nap had been a pleasant one. It was good to see her so content. Everything about the way she was still snuggled up said that she felt safe, at least for now, and that she must really trust Alita. There weren't enough moments like that here--especially for the children. Even if everything they went through here sometimes made her wonder if you could really call them "children" at all.

"We were just talking about your new toy from last night," she explained to get Senna caught up. She just hoped bringing up last night right off the bat wouldn't be the wrong thing to do.

A bit of a grin found its way onto Falis' face when Senna stirred. "Hey... Comfy?" She shifted just enough to drape her arm across the girl.

"We were just talking about knights." Her lips tugged up a bit more, a bit of affection slipping into her eyes. "You have a knight's blade and you certainly have the right virtues. Wanna be one?"

Whether Falis was joking or not, even she didn't know.

Well, both certainly seemed in a good mood. Good, that was... good. Senna yawned, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Okay. Wakefulness. That was a good thing. Sleep was good, fun-times better, and so... "Yeah, it was okay, I guess," she answered Meche, smiling. "And the sword for you, huh? I still think you should start off with something a little smaller, though you were swinging that duck pretty well," she teased, smile shifting into a grin.

Which she swung back at Falis. "Yep," she said. "I am." The question seemed out of place but she went with it anyway. "Sure. Why not? Am I protecting you ladies?"

Senna opened her mouth to continue the joke, when she just stopped suddenly, some kind of horror on her face. And after she worked so hard to fill today with so much, too. She turned her face to Falis, a melted expression hanging there. "Did I... miss dinner?" Oh, man. That would suck.

Well, that last announcement had been ominous. Even more so than it already had been, at least, and for some reason Yukari had thought she would have heard Landel's voice over the intercoms. Probably because as damn creepy as the guy was, at least she was used to hearing it; some mechanical voice, not so much, and its sudden appearance was a little foreboding.

Then again, may as well add it to the pile of things gone wrong. She'd be more surprised if something went right.

Before she could collect all her things for the night so she could head off to find Junpei, there was a knock on her door, followed by... Yeah, that was Mitsuru's voice all right. Surprised and somewhat puzzled by the unexpected arrival, Yukari went to quickly open the door to her room.

The confusion showed on her face, even after opening it. "Senpai? Did you need something?"

"At least I can fit into more interesting places than you," Yuffie shot back. Really. Tall ninja had to work a whole lot harder to be inconspicuous and flexible; being short was totally a tactical advantage. Most of the time. Usually. … Yeah. On the other hand, getting mistaken for a fourteen year old did suck.

With Suzaku waddling alongside, the short skip to F30 was just that; short. And uneventful to the extreme. "If Team Awesomesauce didn't get codenames," she said, "it wouldn't be as awesome. We'd just be plain old Team Sauce, and nobody wants that. Of course we get them." It was a shame she couldn't break out the gymnastics to spice things up a little…

She came to a stop, half a pace behind him and to the left. "This is the one," she confirmed. Good thing Suzaku was gonna knock; with her arms and hands as full as they were, forget a polite rap of the knuckles -- she'd have been headbutting it.

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