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damned_institute2009-11-21 12:56 pm
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Entry tags:
- aerith,
- albedo,
- allen,
- anise,
- anthy,
- asch,
- asuka,
- ayumu,
- bella,
- celes,
- chekov,
- chise,
- claude,
- dean winchester,
- dist,
- edward cullen,
- haine,
- hanekoma,
- harley,
- hinamori momo,
- jason,
- kaworu,
- kitty pryde,
- klavier,
- kurogane,
- leonard,
- naminé,
- nigredo,
- remy,
- sam winchester,
- scar (tlk),
- sephiroth,
- shinji,
- tenzen,
- the flash,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- utena,
- venom,
- yomi,
- zex
Night 45: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]
Once away from the safety of the patient block, Momo slowed down as she traveled along the left hand wall to cover her blind spot. In this position, she could easily draw her sword and deal with issues as they arose. Hopefully, there would be none.
Momo had too much on her mind to want to deal with anything she didn't have to.
Once away from the safety of the patient block, Momo slowed down as she traveled along the left hand wall to cover her blind spot. In this position, she could easily draw her sword and deal with issues as they arose. Hopefully, there would be none.
Momo had too much on her mind to want to deal with anything she didn't have to.
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Or maybe not, going by what Celes was saying. "You mean you just... couldn't? But how?" If she was talking about it like it was some weird phenomenon, it had to be something more than just being a little tongue-tied. Besides, Celes didn't seem like the sort of person to trip over her words much, even in tough situations. Not that Anise could make a lot of judgments considering she only knew the woman for about a day, but that one day was full of more horror and stress than some people went through in their whole lives.
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Where in the name of Goddess's Tits was Claude? She'd trusted his timing, but... Her lips thinned in concern for the other young man. It would be awfully stupid of him to have gone along by himself. What would he expect to accomplish. If they found him there grieving and gnashing his teeth, she would have a brand new Claude shoe. But perhaps she was only being impatient. "So, then, how is it you know Claude?"
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"Claude? I met him through Guy," Anise answered simply, but her face soon fell at the thought of Guy. Whenever she thought about the time she spent with him, she was reminded of the fact that they were never going to have chats like that again. It felt like something cold had just clenched around her heart.
Still, she went on, though in a quieter voice. "After that, we ran into each other a few times over the weeks." Trying her best not to look bothered, she returned the question. "What about you?" Anise knew she'd just feel worse if the conversation fell into an awkward silence, so she wanted to keep it going until Claude arrived.
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Celes trailed off and adjusted the jeweled comb in her hair. "Well, anyway, that is how we met. I have to confess to not knowing either of them very well." Or Dias, but they hadn't needed personal stories to communicate.
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"You knew Guy, too?" It hurt a little to use the past tense like that. "Me and Guy came from the same place, so..." They had been kind of close. He was the one friend from home who had always been there, even as all their other friends kept disappearing. But thinking about that made a prickly, painful sensation creep up Anise's throat, so she left that thought unfinished, and instead changed the subject.
"...Claude really is late, huh?"
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Without any regard for what or who could be lurking in the shadows, Claude tore into the next hallway, his flashlight beam shaking from his movements. When he caught sight of the two girls up ahead, relief washed over him. So they'd waited after all. What a relief! Breathing a heavy sigh, he slowed down and approached them.
"S-sorry I made you wait," he told them as briefly averted his gaze. "Something came up, but it's been taken care of now." That was probably an inadequate thing to say, Claude knew. But he couldn't bear to tell them what it was that had actually happened, especially now. The specks of blood on his shoes and the way the bottom of his shirt was ripped probably hinted that he'd encountered more than he was willing to let on. But they had things they needed to do tonight, so he could only hope no one would grill him too hard about it for the time being.
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And they were running out of it at a pace Celes wished was somewhat slower. "It's fine. Anise and I were only talking. Shall we go? We're losing time standing here and apologizing."
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When Anise looked at Claude, she could immediately tell something was off. He looked kind of rattled, and he wouldn't even look at them while giving his vague excuse for being late. His shirt looked messed up, too. What the heck happened?
Anise opened her mouth to ask, but stopped when Celes spoke instead. She gave the woman a questioning look. Really? She was just going to let that go? Celes wasn't an idiot; she had to have noticed something was weird, too. But it was true that they had limited time, and Anise still wasn't sure what they were going to do with the bodies if they found them. Maybe they were going to have to figure it out when they got there.
"Nngh... fine. Let's get moving before any monsters start thinking we're easy targets," Anise conceded, frowning at Claude. She then turned and began making her way to the stairwell at the end of the hallway.
[to here]