M31-M40 Hall

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Darman still wasn't pleased with the fact he had a new cellmate, but there was really nothing to do about it.

When the doors gave that telltale snick of the locks opening, he went for the closet under the pretense of getting one of the thicker overcoats, and fished about discreetly for his last remaining knife - it was almost lovingly wrapped in the remnants of the hand towel they had raided from the kitchen the night previous. Concealing it in his coat, and leaving Faust to decide what he wanted to do, Darman stepped out into the darkness of the corridors.

He should probably find Ordo, although he hadn't seen the other clone since that encounter in the courtyard, and knew that there was always the possibility he was being interrogated (good luck with that) or dead. Most beings, if they knew what a Null-ARC even was, also knew they were instant death on two legs...and that the best Null-ARC to them was a dead one. Brother or not, it was what Darman would do if he were in the enemy's place. Keeping Ordo alive and imprisoned seemed pretty suicidal, although it still begged the question how he of all clones had been captured. Ordo was supposed to be just plain better.

Sighing, and deciding to be optimistic - he still did have his knife after all - Darman set off down the hallway, following his mental map toward the main men's hall near the "bathrooms".

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After silent dinner, the nurse had changed the bandages to his side and Aya had got the first glimpse of the wound - not so deep that he'd have lost his consciousness from it. Whatever they said, this wasn't the same wound. He knew injuries, having been in the receiving end as well as the serving so many times he'd have to be both blind and stupid not to. And he was neither.

He hesitated for a moment when the doors clicked open, staring at the smooth surface with narrowing eyes. Just when he was about to step out the radio chimed in, startling him with the changed mood and voice. What the hell was this place? It seemed like a big game, an ugly experiment of bored minds. Surrealism in the rough, corporeal presence of now, like the illusion of dampness of saliva on drying lips. So damn annoying.

With a deep frown, he finally yanked open the door and stepped out into the hallway. He had stuffed few of the pens into his pocket, they'd make a handy weapon if it went to that, and had the flashlight in his hand. He didn't bother flicking it on, his eyes would get used to the lack of light anyhow.

Omi's room would probably be further down the hallway so he chose to be heading there.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi poked his head around the door from the room. They'd already taken long enough, and he didn't know if Aya would be out there, or worse, something else. Luckily, he was pleasantly surprised, and Aya was there and not being attacked by anything large and bitey. All was right with the world.

He practically bounced out of the room when he saw Aya. "Aya-kun. You're here. Good. Do you mind if Kurama-kun comes with us?"

He hoped Aya would say it was okay, since he'd already told Kurama they wouldn't mind. Defering to Aya like that almost felt odd, especially since, despite the sweatshirt and the make-shift weaponry, without orders from Persia, it definitely wasn't a mission. It left him in a very odd place between Omi and Bombay. Hopefully, he would get over that before too long.

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Kurama followed after Omi in a much calmer manner, though he gave Aya a pleasant greeting when he approached. "Nice to see you again, Aya. I hope it's not too much trouble to have me along for a little while."

He noticed the suffix that Omi had used with his name, but made no mention of it. It would seem he was making quite a few good friends here... Not that he minded at all.

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Between the two redheads, Omi seemed energetic and young, which assured Aya that at least Omi was acting like himself in this weird place. With a slight tilt of his head, he returned Kurama's greeting, nodding briefly. "It's fine by me.

"And thank you for this morning," he added after a moment of silence. It was the least he could do to return the friendly gesture from before.

"So you're Omi's roommate." It wasn't exactly a question, rather an observation and he nodded again. It seemed like a good deal.

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Good. They did know each other. That would make things easier all around. He was fairly sure Yohji wouldn't be a problem at all, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it. Yohji had always been more of a pushover than Aya, anyway. That was all assuming Kurama didn't run into his friend on the way.

He glanced around the hallway, trying to match what he could see now with what he'd last seen before dinner. The whole place was definitely changed. And dark. Very dark. Darker than he'd expected it to be.

He moved a few steps down the hallway, keeping one hand on the wall. Close enough to still be next to the other two, but far enough to start keeping an eye out for anything creeping up on them. He'd let them talk for a bit longer before he said anything, but hopefully they could get moving soon. In his experience, standing in one place for any length of time in enemy territory was just asking for trouble.

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"You're welcome, but it was nothing. If I hadn't filled you in, I'm sure someone else would have." That was usually how things went. It had taken talking to a few people to convince Kurama that this place was for real when he'd first awoken. Four days seemed so long ago...

He nodded to the comment about being Omi's roommate, his gaze turning to the boy and watching him head down the hall. "He seems anxious to get started." Kurama smiled, knowing Omi could probably hear them, though he continued to talk to Aya. "Anywhere in particular that you happen to be heading?"

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

Aya was not big on thank yous, but Kurama's calm politeness pulled a cord within him that he had thought well buried a long time ago, and instead of snorting, he found himself nodding at the other redhead.

"There's another friend of ours at M49." Aya answered as he glanced at Omi over his shoulder. "He's probably right, we should get going." Truthfully, Aya didn't want to let Omi wander off too far, not before he knew more what was out there.

And with that, he turned around to head back down the hallway after Omi, voiceless steps taking him through the dark with familiarity.

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Tamaki stepped out into the hallway, his sword in one hand and flashlight in the other. His radio was hooked onto his pants, just in case. He glanced up and down the hall, looking to see if Azel was there. But he didn't see his friend, and he sighed.

"Come on," he said, glancing at Ritsuka and keeping up a wavering smile. "We can start checking rooms. I have a friend in this hallway, too, and Kaoru and Hikaru might be here...." And where was Ed and Honey's room, again?

He needed to start writing these things down.

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka padded out into the hallway after the other, looking up at the number plates for each door. What was Seimei's number again? He hated that he couldn't remember. Why didn't he pay more attention!

The darkness made everything difficult to discern. This place seemed so different in such a short amount of time. He ran up to Tamaki's side and tilted his head back to look up at him. "Kaoru and Hikaru? The twins?"

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"Oh, yes." Tamaki nodded. "They're twins, we're friends from back home." though friend was maybe not the best word right now. "They came here the day after I did." And they needed to learn how to fight, too. But they didn't show much inclination to.

"You know them?"

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

He checked another door's number, but it didn't ring any bells so he kept walking. It was too bad that friends got trapped here together, although Ritsuka wondered if it wasn't a bit of a relief to have someone familiar in this place at the same time.

"I don't really know them. I talked to Hikaru on the bulletin board when he was looking for his brother and I was looking for mine. He's the one who explained that Seimei might be here because this place brings the dead to life." He stopped at number 38 and remembered that Seimei was in room 40-something. It was a start at least. "I think Seimei's in a 40-numbered room. What room is your other friend in?"

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"He found Kaoru," Tamaki said. "And... I had heard about that. One of my friends... he says he was dead, right before he woke up here." He didn't like thinking of that.

"Oh, Azel's in...." Tamaki had never remembered the room number. "It's right over here, just one door up from our room. Unless.... unless they moved him." What if they had? He glanced at Ritsuka. "Your brother was....?"

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka smiled faintly at the knowledge that twins had reunited. Ritsuka knew well the feeling of anxiety when separated from one's most precious sibling. "If this place gives people that died a second chance, then I'll thank it for that - no matter what hell it puts me through."

"I hope he hasn't been moved so you can find him tonight." He also hoped Seimei hadn't been moved. This place was huge from what he gathered and he could spend all night wandering looking for him. Tamaki asking about Seimei brought him back out of it though and he averted his eyes, focusing on the doors instead.

"About a year ago, he was murdered." It still hurt to talk about it. "But he's here now. We get a second chance - that's what matters."

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust, after taking up the flashlight and radio left to him, left shortly after RC did, more out of curiosity than because he had a set plan or goal in mind. All he cared for was finding his wife, but without his power, the best he could do would be search.

And the best way to search was methodically. So, he chose the direction that others seemed to be going, and started walking. He kept his light off, and moved slowly, so that he wouldn't waste battery power or give himself away.

All the while, he focused on his wife, trying to keep his calm by picturing her lovely face in his mind.

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Javert halted for a moment, shining the cylindrical lamp-thing (what was it called, anyway?) down the hall. More patients here, apparently - and some appeared to be children. He was more than a little surprised. Why were children here?

His eyes, used to the darkness after years of patrolling Paris at night, instinctively caught a slight movement nearby. He swung the lamp in that direction - a man, taller than Javert, with slightly distressing circles under his eyes. Judging from the blank happy face on his shirt, he was a patient too.

Javert lowered the lamp. "I was not aware," he said wryly, "that patients in insane asylums are typically allowed to roam the halls at night."

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust blinked and turned his face from the light when it hit him, then turned and smiled slightly at the man who held it once it had been lowered.

"You know," he began, "I do believe that to be the case in hospitals of every kind. Mental or medical." He could never recall allowing any of his patients free reign if it was against their best interest.

"However," he went on, "I do not think this is an ordinary asylum."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert snorted. "Probably not. It's nothing like I've ever seen - my roommate was going on about other worlds and different dimensions, and with strange devices like these - " he waggled the lamp a bit - "I'm almost inclined to believe him."

He wasn't one for polite gestures, but he figured he didn't need another fellow annoyed at him just yet. Perhaps this man knew something he didn't. Shifting the lamp to his left hand, he extended his right.

"Javert, Inspector First Class, Paris Prefecture," he said by way of introduction, desperately hoping the title might sound at least vaguely familiar to the other man.

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Other worlds and realities? That sounded absolutly facinating to a man like Faust and his polite smile widened.

"Flashlights, yes. Interesting little inventions," he said, adding mentally that even though they had been around for quite sometime, they were still interesting.

He took Javert's hand and shook. "Johannes Faust, medical doctor, from Germany. A pleasure to meet you Inspector."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Flashlights. So that was what they were called. Javert made a mental note of it.

He couldn't help but smile a bit as he shook Faust's hand. He'd no idea what a German patient was doing in Paris (they were in Paris, weren't they?), but at least he hadn't said anything about another world or anything equally outlandish. That was a start.

"Javert will do." After all, he'd effectively resigned, hadn't he? "Faust like the legendary alchemist, I suppose, hm? You have these...flashlights...in the German Confederation?"

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Seemed like his roommate wasn't the talkative type. That could be a pain in the ass, but Kenren was more concerned with searching this place a little more thoroughly. While he'd appreciate a better weapon, the kitchen had been a waste of time last night and it was probably far too obvious. Besides, the vegetable peeler would do a decent enough job. It was pointy enough to gouge a few holes in people and had the peeling bit which he was sure could be put to good use. Yeah, it'd do. And it would certainly make him look cool. Wasn't that the important thing?

He wanted to find Hakkai or Goku if possible, although he admitted that he'd been rather remiss in finding out which rooms they were in thanks to Homura. What a pain.

He stepped out of his room and sauntered down the hallway, waving casually at the people he passed. He didn't know any of them, but he was sure they'd find it baffling enough that Kenren at least would get a kick out of it.

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[voiceless-rage.livejournal.com]

Tonight. Tonight he would get somewhere, do something worthwhile, find a damn weapon. He was tired of trying to rip apart his room and not succeeding - a piece of the bedframe would have made an excellent weapon, but he couldn't get it apart. So that was out of the question.

Caim had an idea. The courtyard - the area where he'd been during the day, when that bastard tried to rip out his eye - had a shed. He was willing to bet that there was something in there that he could use - tools, maybe, but tools were useful. They could still do damage, still rip and tear, still bludgeon.

So, with paper and pens in his pocket and the flashlight in his hand, Caim set out for the courtyard.

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Alphonse slipped into the block from the outside hallway, having just parted with Sasuke. He'd make his roommate a weapon soon, as soon as they were both back, as soon as night was over, as soon as-- ...as soon as he knew where his brother was.

Getting a better grip on the bat, Alphonse listened, moving silently. No one he recognized... He would keep going. And if it wasn't in this block that he found Ed, found someone, it would be elsewhere. He'd keep looking.

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M40.

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