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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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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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She might have been embarrassed by the observation she'd made, but it elicited the most genuine smile he'd shown since entering the room, even if it was still quite shy. "Oh. Um. I just...need to sit for a minute," he replied, cautiously releasing his hold on his nose to see if the bleeding had stopped yet.
Kenren hadn't arrived yet, but hopefully it wouldn't be soon enough for him to earn another chiding about overstraining himself. At least he'd stayed awake this time.
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Oh. The conservation of energy. Whatever had healed her had come from somewhere, and it looked like that somewhere was, inexplicably, a direct transfer from Hanatarou's ability to keep his eyes open.
"You can lie down if you want; I'll wake you up when," she ran through the bulletin post in her head, looking for the name, "when Kenren gets here."
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He knocked softly on the door, giving Tenpou a backwards glance before pushing it open a crack and peering inside. "Hanatarou?" he called out, catching sight of the woman who was in the room too. Must be who he'd been sent to heal, Homura's newest recruit. "It's Kenren," he added, just in case they couldn't guess.
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Besides, he couldn't take a nap. What if Nataku was with Kenren again? Or if Kenren shared his younger friend's sense of humor? He didn't dare risk another drawing.
"I'm sure I'll be ready to go when --" And then the knock at the door that proved him wrong before he could even finish speaking, and Hanatarou offered a somewhat weak smile to the man who'd just arrived. "Er. Hello."
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Before, not if. Whatever the mission was, this one was real. Not make-work for uncertain recruits. There would be trouble, and now she had a fighting chance.
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"I'm fine, really," he insisted, even though he wasn't entirely steady on his feet once he was on them. All right, he'd moved just a little bit too fast, and now his head was pounding again, but he could keep going. He had to, after all. "We should get going, right...?"
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And they weren't the only ones that needed to get going. She scooped up her flashlight, switched it on, and opened the door. "Good luck."
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