damned_institute | Night 43: F1-10 Hall

Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different.

As the door opened, Teresa finished wrapping shredded bedding around the bottom portion of the six foot long metal bar that had once been a main side support of the bed's frame. It wasn't good quality metal by any means, but it was better than nothing. At least, she didn't think it'd break the first time she hit something with it given her reduced strength. As she hefted the weapon, she swung it around to get a feel and decided that it would do for now. Should she manage to find the right kind of stone or a file, she could even work a rough edge onto it.

A few more strips of cloth and the hybrid tied the makeshift weapon across her back, the 'hilt' sticking a foot and a half above her shoulders, and fashioned the cloth so she could pull on the knot by her right shoulder for a quick release. That done, Teresa took her flashlight and exited the room.

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Miku had dressed in her normal clothing, and the landel's uniform was in a neat pile on her desk. It had felt... comforting, in a way, to be dressed like she would've been at home. The skirt was feeling a little looser, but it wasn't something that Miku would be unable to fix once she found a little sewing kit. She smoothed out the skirt, fixed her stockings and did up her hair in the big, heavy bun that nearly tipped her head back if she thought about it.

She laid on her bed and waited for Ritsuka, her flashlight off. If she pretended she wasn't waiting for anyone at all, maybe it would make them come sooner.

Sakura didn't mind giving her roommate some time to herself. She busied herself with some preparation for the evening, set aside the scalpel for the person on the bulletin, packed the weapons she'd managed to come by over the last few days, and made a note for Sai. If he did come by, he ought to see it and just so there was no confusion, she'd written his name on it in simple script. It read, "Wasn't sure if you were coming by. Leave the sample in the drawer and I'll analyze it as soon as possible. -Sakura."

For the other, she set the scalpel where she'd said she would and glanced over at Miku before getting up and going to the door.

"A couple of people might stop by to pick things up. They shouldn't bother you though," she assured, hoping it was the truth. "Take care."

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"Yes, you too, Haruno-san. See you in the morning." Miku watched Sakura leave and nodded briefly. She wasn't really all that concerned about people coming in. Perhaps she should have been, how many times had Sousuke warned her to be careful? A lot. Too many, maybe.

She turned on her side and sighed deeply. Her eyelids drifted closed, and she was amazed she could manage to be tired at all. Crying was very, very tiring, apparently.

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This hall seemed safe from whatever explosion that had been and Ritsuka felt a sense of relief wash over him. Now the only problem was whether or not Miku had waited for him. He hoped she had... He really hoped she had. Reaching the door, he pressed his ear to it for a moment and listened - but didn't hear anything. Not from inside at least.

The voice was following him - whatever it was. Or whoever. He could swear he knew it, but it was still so quiet. It was louder than before, but the most he heard were snatches of phrases. Whatever it was, he would pay attention to it later. Raising a hand, he pushed back from the door and knocked twice. "Miku? Miku, are you in there?"

"Yes..." Miku moaned. She'd been sleeping, and she felt Mafuyu standing over her. But then, he'd gone away.

And the rocks started falling on her. First, it was just hard to breathe, the smell of the Hell Gate cave, cold and damp, thick with dust and decay, had assaulted her nose.

The first rock crushed her left arm and she moaned. Blood from the break spread out against her bed.

He heard a voice, a sleepy one and he relaxed. She'd just been sleeping this entire time. Thank God, she was alright. And the explosion or the scary announcements hadn't reached her. Smiling faintly, he opened the door and stepped inside, pulling his backpack off. He was about to set it down by the door when he heard Miku moan. Not in the sleepy way, but--

Pain? Was she in pain? His head whipped around and he flicked his light on. The first thing he saw was her, on the bed, her arm broken - no, crushed. She was on the bed with a crushed arm. How was that even possible?! She'd been sleeping just a moment before! Then something dripped onto the ground and Ritsuka's gaze followed that.

Red.

Coppery. The smell of--

"MIKU!" He dropped the flashlight and rushed forward, grabbing her but careful to avoid her arm. "Miku! Can you hear me?! Miku!"

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