M1-M10 Hall, Outside M5, Nightshift 22

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It was going to be a busy night. Maes Hughes had no less than three visitors slated for the night - Ed wouldn't take too long to deal with, Alfons he planned to just arm and give a few pointers to, and then.... Roy. Assuming Roy was going to follow through with what he'd said. Who knew?

At least he had a decent roommate. Hughes had to admit that he didn't mind Crawford - he seemed smart and had a good head on his shoulders. Not a bad guy to share personal space with. It was almost like being back in the military dorms.

Armed and with flashlight and radio in hand, Hughes stepped out into the hallway - in case Ed or Alfons had forgotten his room number.

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Just like the previous night, Alfons made his way over to Hughes's room as quickly as he could, almost out of breath even from the short exertion. If only his lungs weren't the way they were...

...but despite that, as soon as he saw the taller man, a grin appeared on the German's face and he trotted over to Maes. It was always a lot better, when he knew that someone was there and wasn't going to be leaving him behind. If Alfons could trust anyone to look out for him, he could trust Maes.

"Maes!" The tone of relief in his voice was just as apparent as his happiness to see the man again.

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"Alfons!" Maes grinned right back at the teen. Right on time, great. Hopefully he could take care of business quickly before... well. Anything else.

"You ready to learn how to throw a knife?" He clapped Alfons on the shoulder, having long since taken a paternal shine to the boy.

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"As ready as I'll ever be? I never thought I'd need to learn how, but..." He smiled again, feeling utterly fine with that paternal clap on his shoulder. Maes certainly was someone that could be trusted, and being able to do anything combat-related would be okay. And once he had that, he could possibly ask Naruto- that was the ninja's name, right?- for additional help, if it came to that. Gaara had seemed certain that Naruto would help him, so it was worth a shot, right?

But first, knife-throwing. He just hoped he didn't stab anyone by accident.

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"Hmmm...alright. What'm I going to do tonight?"

Taking a few steps beyond the relative safety of his room, Ichigo paced out into the open hallway, and decided to begin his evening with a quick series of limbering stretches. He began with his arms, pulling the long, slender limbs out to each side as far as they would bend, then the other, while flexing his wrists in winding circles simultaneously. He crouched down next, bending against his own weight on one leg, then off to the other, letting the lean muscles reaching all the way down to his calves pull completely taut, then relax again. The young man was certainly athletic; the wear and experience shown across his body, over the ridges of his muscles and the scars across his chest and back, was a perfect testament to his condition.

All the while, he couldn't help but grumble faintly to himself, muttering crossly about wondering if he should wait for Renji, or even Rukia, tonight, or just head off on his own and hope to find them later. Conveniently, he had already forgotten whether or not he had promised to wait around, and found himself scratching at his head in thought over the matter with a pondering look on his face.

"Well..." he finally concluded, resting with his back propped against the wall. "...I'll wait around for a little bit, but if nobody shows, I'm leaving."

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Recluse opened the door to his cell as quietly as possible, staring out into the darkened corridor. His highly sensitive eyes had been a painful aggravation in the daytime’s brightly lit halls, but now they gave him an advantage over the others trapped here.

He still felt unbearably vulnerable. For a human, he had an incredibly powerful build, but that wasn’t enough- unarmed and without his powers, stealth was the best option. And he needed to find weapons. The flashlight (its batteries removed- he did not want its light) had some weight to it, but it was a pitiful thing, even for a makeshift bludgeon. The damn thing was, he had no idea where to start searching.

There was another prisoner standing outside one of the cells just down from his. Maybe he could be useful. Maybe not. But Recluse wasn’t fond of the idea of walking blindly out into the halls of this place. It was the direction he needed to be heading in, anyway. He quietly padded towards the man for a closer look, not bothering to make any noise to signal his approach until he was probably too close.

“Excuse me…”

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Sound or none, Ichigo's head swiveled sharply in the direction of the one approaching him, even before those words left the man's lips and graced the ear. He was greeted immediately by a strange and questioning stare from the boy with the striking orange hair, arching a brow and letting his lips curl distastefully.

How had he recognized Recluse's approach? Immediately, Ichigo squinted his eyes across the shadows, giving his fellow patient a long, hard stare. The depth of his eyes, with the same fathomed strength of an ocean tide, swept against him piercingly, as if Ichigo squinted only to see straight through him. Whatever he found there, he wouldn't say, remaining tight-lipped as ever, but it didn't seem very appealing.

"Another new guy." The first words that came from Ichigo were hardly welcoming. He sighed, then stared reluctantly away, leaving the silence of the night to creep right back in where it had been displaced. "Did you need something?"

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As much as Kadaj hated to admit it, this night was going to be rather... disorganized. He hadn't gotten what Yazoo's new room number was, if it had changed at all, and, more importantly, his brother didn't even know that Sephiroth was here. Did he? Yazoo didn't seem at all fond of the bulletin board, and Kadaj hadn't seen any notes from him on there, so... unless the two of them had met during the fourth shift while he had been meeting with Mother, things could get rather complicated.

... Damn it.

Growling under his breath, Kadaj fetched his sword from its hiding place, along with his radio, and went into the hall. He couldn't help but glance back into his room as the door closed, wondering just what he should do about his roommate... no, he was under no obligation to wake the boy up, whoever he was. Someone else could do that.

Once he was out in the hall, he was a little disappointed to see that neither Roy nor Yazoo were there-- hadn't they agreed to make his brother's weapon tonight?-- but he supposed he could wait. Besides, this wasn't his fault, so Sephiroth couldn't blame him for any of it. He just needed to be patient.

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Roy was pleased that the conversation he had with his roommate had actually been interesting and enjoyable. The fact that he had been placed with someone who he could have engaging talks with was good - it meant that dinner wouldn't be quite so boring anymore.

There was much more he would have liked to ask Otacon about, such as how his stay at Landel's had been thus far, but that was the sort of thing he reserved for the daytime hours.

Upon entering the hallway, Roy was somewhat shocked to see that Hughes wasn't waiting for him like he usually was. He stepped toward the room and was preparing to knock on it when his eyes caught on the silver sheen of Kadaj's unnatural hair color.

Oh, right.

Letting the fist he had been planning to knock with fall to his side, he stepped over to the boy. "I assume you still want my help?"

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Good, he hadn't needed to wait too long. Smirking slightly at Roy (for no particular reason), he nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. I don't know who else I'd be able to ask after all-- a shame, don't you think? There should be an easier way to keep track of people with your abilities." Maybe an armband or something. Wasn't that the way it worked with medics on the battle field? It was something like that, wasn't it? He wasn't entirely certain of the details himself, but it was nothing asking Sephiroth wouldn't solve. Not that he wanted to, but it was something to think about.

Shrugging, he brought his thoughts back to the present. "Yazoo isn't here yet, unfortunately, but he should be soon. He has all the materials with him, so..." He trailed off, peering down the hallway with a small frown. It seemed unlikely that Yazoo could have been attacked by Landel's creatures so early on, but it wasn't a possibility he should dismiss entirely. "He can't be too far off," he added, half to himself.

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Leaving Bakura safely in their room, Sora exited into the hallway to find that it was still crowded. He saw a few people he knew - Kadaj and Hughes, specifically - but he didn't have the time to speak to either of them at the moment. Pulling out his journal and flipping to the page where he'd written down all of his friend's room numbers, he found Kairi's name.

F7. That was funny. He was M7! Hopefully it would be easy to find, then. And hopefully she didn't get impatient and run off before he could get there.

With that concern in mind, he didn't waste any time, already on his way to the door that would take him out of the male block and into the hallway.

[ To here. ]

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"Where is it?" There was strong power here, strong enough to cancel out his own completely. He had no problem masking his presence from his landlord, but other than that the Ring seemed to be nothing but a useless hunk of gold. He let it fall back against his chest, expression quickly dissolving into a scowl.

This wasn't the other Yuugi's penalty game. It wasn't a darkness he recognised.

Bakura's footsteps were silent. For all the warnings he only carried a couple of pens and a keyring that could be bent to pick locks. If there was fighting to be done, he didn't plan to stick around and give it a shot. He was going to find the item behind this, then he was going to leave.

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Iruka waited in his room for a long time, debating with himself over whether or not it was wise to venture out into the hallway, considering how he'd ended up in this new institute in the first place. He wondered if it was worth the risk. He wondered if Naruto, Sakura, and even Sasuke were alright.

Also, there had been Alucard to think about. He'd known Alucard in the old institute and they'd even been allies... would it be the same here? Would this Alucard be the same, yet without memories of their encounter? How would any of this work?

With these questions in his mind, he gathered up his flashlight and his pens, knowing they would work well as projectiles were he to apply enough force and accuracy to the throw, and headed out into the hall.

He shut off his emotions and replaced them with Chuunin Instinct. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted... not until he knew his once-students were safe.

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Otacon gathered up a few of his acquired medical supplies into his jacket pockets before setting out. There were still plenty of people in the hall when he stepped out of M1, for which he was grateful. It was often warned that no patient should travel alone, but he hoped that he couldn't get into too much trouble as long as others were still moving around.

He paused to realize that Roy was also still in the hallway, in the company of silver-haired youth and a woman who could conceivably be Lt. Hawkeye. Who else was here? He'd have to ask Roy to talk about Amestris and his experiences in the hospital later. For now, Otacon had to find his friends.

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Haku shoved away the nagging doubts that Zabuza-san was really like that man who had pretended to be his father. He fought back a sob. Not now. Weakness CANNOT be allowed.

He had his orders. He had the number. And he would get to his Master.

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Being a Nobody meant that Demyx's pouting didn't last for long, sporadic mood shifts made life interesting for those around him, granted no one was around at the moment, Ichigo having already left the room.

The joke and its elaborateness had gone on long enough for his taste. Pushing himself off the bed Demyx attempted to summon the Corridors to Darkness, nothing. He tried again, still nothing; the only thing he succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache.

Frustrated, Demyx unceremoniously flopped face first on the bed, clutching the pillow to his head he felt plastic underneath it. A flashlight, flashlights aren't normally kept under pillows. This was his first clue that something was amiss: not the intercom, not the radio, and not even Ichigo, but a flashlight.

Demyx was not the sharpest crayon in the box, but even he had to admit that this was definitely odd, even for him. Armed with only a flashlight he set off to get to the bottom of this, whatever this was.

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How ... interesting. The sun had set, the intercom had turned on ... and the voice had changed on a very small scale, but enough to make him notice it obviously.

With the information he'd gotten from his roommate, Hughes, Crawford felt that he would probably be able to handle himself on the first night. But there was something more pressing to him than getting out of here just yet. The feeling of silk against his mind, followed by those sharp barbs ... a mental feeling against his walls, and momentarily within them, that was so familiar.

Schuldig was here.

He knew the other man would be looking for him, and so he, too, would go looking for him. Arming himself with ... a flashlight? Was that it? Crawford frowned at the object before testing its strength and power. It would do for now. Regardless - he armed himself with the flashlight and the radio and set out into the hallway, ignoring everyone else when he didn't catch sight of bright red-orange hair.

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One sure-fire way to confuse oneself in an already perplexing situation is to fall back asleep only hours after waking. And when one wakes in the evening to begin with, the confusion only mounts.

Izuru pulled himself out of bed for the second time in what must have been less than four hours and immediately tossed his pillow aside. Something beneath it had disrupted his sleep, digging painfully into his head. It was a flashlight. He couldn’t remember it being there before, but maybe he hadn’t noticed it.

Without completely thinking the action through, he crossed to the door and tried to open it. And it opened. He stumbled backwards, surprised.

When he had received the complete and unabridged history of Landel’s from his nurse, she had certainly not mentioned this. Or perhaps she had, it was hard to be sure. Part way through being escorted somewhere, Izuru had become ill and the (aimless?) stroll had become a mad dash for the nearest bathroom. The nurse certainly could have been prattling on while he was bent over the toilet or when she had given him some sort of medicine and water. Perhaps when she had returned him to his room and given him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder before putting him back to bed. He had really been in no condition to focus on every word she said.

Either way, patient-room doors in an asylum were not supposed to be unlocked, especially after hours.

With the annoying flashlight in hand, he slipped into the hallway. He wished he knew more of the layout of the institute than what the bathroom looked like, but there was really no helping that now. At best, he might get somewhere and find something or someone useful. Or he could be detained by a nurse and shuffled back to his room. There really was only one way to find out, wasn’t there?

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Wand in the back waistband of his trousers, and torch in hand, Severus cautiously opened the door to his room. He heard voices and peered down the hallway. There was a small group conversing a few doors down from his, another man walking away in one direction, and at least one other person coming out of one of the other doors just beyond the group.

Information and escape. He needed to check in with...the thought of Albus gave him a pained pause, but he pushed all thoughts away quickly. Concentrate. He knew he needed to get to Hogwarts, but to do that he needed to find out where he was, and what in Merlin's name "Landel's" was.

Severus scowled, and looked to his right. One more door like his, and then a perpendicular hallway. But no people, and people had information. It looked like he was going to have to be, Merlin forbid, social. He let his scowl linger a few seconds more before wiping his face blank of anything but lingering wariness; then cautiously approached the group a few doors to his left.

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