http://superdynamic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] superdynamic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-08-29 04:26 pm

Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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The halls were empty so far, which was probably a good sign. Suzaku was hoping to get a move-on quickly, so they could hurry up and get Yuffie's sword made. The first night he'd been here, he'd been pulled back to his bed the instant he made it outside, so they'd have to move fast if they wanted to make any decent progress. And right now he couldn't afford to focus on anything but just that, making progress.

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[identity profile] udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 02:56 am (UTC)(link)


As he went out into the hall outside the block, Junior thought he'd noticed something sticking out of the wall, like pipes or something, but when he went to look, the only thing staring back at him was the walls, with nothing sticking out. Huh. He blinked once, twice, but there was still nothing. The redhead shrugged, looking back in front of him. He didn't want to keep his brothers waiting, so he ignored it for now, but that was still kinda strange, even for this place. Maybe it was just starting to get to him.
purgatio: ([c] plotting)

[personal profile] purgatio 2009-08-31 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
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The last hall turned into the next, and Albedo paused then, froze like a deer in the woods. Close, close, but not close enough. The beat his own heart echoed. His eyes widened to take in any light he could see, pupils dilating as he muffled his waveform, thrusting it down. Though with his heartbeat echoing.... Albedo watched Rubedo, but the other didn't seem to notice his presence. He didn't know whether to be pleased or petulant.

His twin seemed no worse for the wear, nothing unmanageable, nothing too out of place. Both hands still as they were, Albedo ran his tongue over his teeth. The duel instincts were pulling at him, one gradually growing stronger than the other. He restrained the urge to run to Rubedo, fasten on to him like an accessory, and whispered promises to the other, that wanted pain and attacking and vengeance. There was still another brother to check on, and then, and only then, would Albedo make up his mind. Slinking behind Rubedo, and carefully staying to the shadows, Albedo followed him.

There was a good thing in having some unsavory habits.

[identity profile] udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com 2009-09-01 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Briefly, as he headed to the intersection with the main hall, Junior got the feeling that there was something behind him. It made him hesitate for a moment, and walk slower than he had been, but finally he wrote it off as just his imagination. He'd already imagined a couple other things, so instead he continued on, appropriately wary.