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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"Good to meet you, Robin." Doumeki said, his voice still low to avoid detection from the other people - or, more importantly, the other things - that were lurking in the hallways. Doumeki himself was aware of the strange auras in the place, the sense of pressure, like there were spirits here, lurking out of his vision. It was why he hadn't bothered asking for Watanuki on the bulletin board. He could tell he wasn't here, because the spirits were invisible to him.

He was separated by at least one world, maybe many, from the objective he'd been working to complete for more than a year.

Glancing down at Robin, he took note of the room number, M57, in case he felt the need to check up on him later. The apology caught him almost off-guard, and he shook his head, "It's nothing."

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Matt shuddered, then pulled away from the wall, still clutching his rotting arm.

"It's not too far."

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