Nightshift 22: M21 - M30 Hallway

[itneverwas.livejournal.com]

Xemnas' plan to get information from his roommate turned out to be a failure, as his roommate didn't even show up. Instead, he decided to gather information by investigating the room he was in. He had stumbled on various items which were quite out of place for an institute such as this. Journals and pens, he could understand. But a flashlight? Or a radio?

Xemnas suspected this institute wasn't as it seemed to be. It was rather unfortunate that none of his subordinates could explain the details before they were escorted back to their respective rooms. Xemnas had hoped he could receive information from his roommate, but that too had failed.

The Superior's suspicions were confirmed as soon as he heard the announcement over the intercom. The way this man spoke was quite enough to confirm anything. A complete contrast from the announcements during the day. Such a happy facade they held up, but for who?

He noted the hallway was completely shrouded in darkness. Surely, other doors must've been unlocked as well, but he didn't hear a sound. Not even footsteps. Just his own breathing.

Confirming there weren't any direct threats, Xemnas carefully stepped out in the hallway, closing the door quietly behind him.

[ Wondering off to here ]

Comments

Specifically at room M26

[norainu]

(from here)

Renji ran all the way from his room to Nowe's, as he had the night before. M26; the kid had confirmed it earlier on the bulletin board. No signs of life yet. But not that odd. He moved fast, and he'd been out the door as soon as it unlocked.

He tucked all of the metal bars under his arm and knocked on the door. As weird as the situation was, it still seemed impolite to just barge in.

Re: Specifically at room M26

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Night.

Valyn still wasn't certain what to expect. The dark didn't bother him - elves had a cat's night vision, after all - but being unarmed did. He had his power gathered and at the ready, but with so little available to him, he wasn't looking forward to relying on it. But what else could he do?

At least the hallways were laid out in a way that was easy enough to discern. The disembodied voice of the lord - no, 'doctor' - who ran this place only added to his nerves. As did the other disembodied voice that seemed to be speaking in riddles. Valyn understood all the words, they just... didn't make much sense to him when strung together.

Luckily, the young Lord didn't have to wander too far.

"Renji?" The red haired human - or whatever he was - was easy enough to spot.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

M17, M17...

At least the President wasn’t much further away than before. In fact, he might even be a bit closer, now that Reno thought about it...

For a second, he glanced back at the room he'd just come out of - a part of him didn't think Azel would remain inside like he said he would - but he shook it off. It wasn't his job to baby-sit.

Not wanting to linger any longer than necessary, he slipped quickly out of the hallway and into the next one over, the glow of the flashlight beam floating in front of him.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/72522.html).]

[judgemagister.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/72522.html?thread=4264010#t4264010).]

It struck him as strange, later on, how many people actually were sulking around the hallways, even if the head in charge himself - supposedly - had released them all. Noah didn't think kindly on experiments, and especially ones placed upon himself. His ceaseless confusion didn't keep him from dutifully slinking his own way around the halls, pen on his paper sliding along with his own movements.

Thankful that the rooms were numbered, he didn't have trouble finding the hallway he needed after a few wrong turns had given him several dead ends. He held the tube of light before him - he was unsure of the name, though certainly something of the same had been in Draklor - scribbling a spare number here and there, before he stopped in front of his Lord's room, glad that the other patients had made no apparent notice of him.

He watched sideways as a few others led themselves out of the hallway, before turning back to the large 22 and knocking on it. Even in this situation, he could not find the gall to just enter in himself.

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

To presume that Larsa had been shaken up by Adelheid was an understatement, the child feeling more traumatized by it all than when he had woken up earlier that day. The whole experience left him exhausted, gray eyes aching to hide from this world while his mind yearned for rest, even as he fought to concentrate on both the intercom and the tiny radio.

But nay, the best thing to do for that moment was stride forward and ensure the safety for those he had sworn to protect in this Institute. With a quiet murmur of a goodbye to the blond's back as he left, Larsa was left to himself to prepare for the night. Rubbing off what sleep dusted his eyelids he began to search the drawers for the necessities he'd been told of. The radio was the first contraption the young Lord had found, quickly pocketing it followed by the small journal soon after.

By the time he came across the flashlight (Something that took him a minute to register because of the specific model. The ones he remembered were much bigger and resided within the Draklor Laboratories) there was a quick knock on the door, disrupting the child's thoughts and scattering them away. Larsa held the instrument tightly in his hands as he strode towards the door, keeping it poised as he twisted the knob and lowered it only when he was sure that it was no one more than his guardian.

"Judge Gabranth..." Larsa's voice was mixed with tiredness and joy, more than grateful that the man was now in his company.

[lolishotatype.livejournal.com]

Honey stepped out into the hall nervously, clutching the flashlight in one hand. His radio was in one pocket - he hadn't really understood the message, aside from the part about being afraid at night, but he'd wanted to bring it just in case. The other pocket held a few pens. He figured that he could use them as throwing weapons, if all else failed.

He looked around the hallway. Larsa-kun was there, and it looked as if he'd found someone else from his world. That was some comfort, as he'd been worried about his new friend.

There were other people in the hall too, all entering other rooms. He wasn't really sure where he would be going, so he waited in the doorway of his room, hoping he'd spot one of his school friends. He wished he'd had the forethought to get their room numbers.

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

((Coming from the thread above.))

"Honey-kun!" It took a minute to notice that the blond was in the same hallway, but when he did Larsa thought it best to check on him. It simply did not feel right for him to pass the latter when he was alone, worrying for his new friend's safety since this was his first night as well. So, taking those few steps away from his guardian, Larsa stopped in front of Honey with a smile.

"I am relieved to know that you are well." He started as he got a better look at his friend, though it was kind of an obvious deduction since the latter had only just stepped out of his room. Still, one could never know the true dangers of this Institute until it was practically staring down at them so it never hurt anyone to make sure.

"However, are you without company?" Larsa asked, tone quickly changing into worry.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Sanzo had returned to the cell to find that the other person was gone. That was fine with him: talking was one of the last things Sanzo wanted to do after that last shift.

His mind kept replaying that meeting with the man claiming to be Koumyou. All the little mannerisms he'd gotten down perfectly, the appearance, the voice, the air about him. He'd looked exactly the same as he had right before the bandits attacked.

It had to be an imposter: a damned good one, but an imposter still. The question was what was their purpose? To catch him off guard? Whoever the fuck this really was had actually managed to do it, and very few things were capable of doing that.

To kill him? The problem was that, with him already as a captive, Landels could easily do it at any time.

But there was that slightest doubt. It was stupid to even have it, considering there was that unescapable fact that he'd seen his master get ripped apart with his own eyes. There wasn't any room to even second-guess that maybe he'd survived.

Fuck. As if he didn't have enough shit to be dealing with.

Between itching for a cigarette, there was still the matter of seeing those files in Crane's office, and a flashlight. It was pitchblack in the hallway when Sanzo stepped out.

[heavensequal.livejournal.com]

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76874.html?view=4301898#t4301898)]]

Fox found that the m-hall was slightly more populated than he expected, but that wasn't surprising, considering that the population of the area had doubled when everyone got a room-mate.

He found it a bit more difficult to get past everyone quietly, but it didn't really matter much to him if they spotted him or not.

[[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76781.html)]]

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

More patients in this hallway. Strange, though - none of them seemed particularly insane. In fact, they all seemed oddly intent about accomplishing something or other, though what that something was he didn't yet know.

Something was definitely wrong with this place. What sort of mental hospital let its patients roam about like this? And without supervision, too? No staff members were in sight; such procedures could not be tolerated. Another item to discuss with M. Gisquet once he was released.

Javert moved on.

Outside M29

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Miles was nervous as he knocked on the door of room M29. He wasn't sure if there would be an answer, or who would wind up answering it. All he could do was wait...and he didn't like waiting without knowing what to expect.

Re: Outside M29

[in-your-defense.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough throughout the entire dinner, his roommate hadn't said much -- but Phoenix hadn't really minded. He had eaten and then the lights had gone out, and the intercom had turned on.

Phoenix had listened to what the Head Doctor said, and to put it simply, he was in shock. Anger, frustration, hurt, and grief, amongst a million of other things, had filled him, leaving him feeling sick and mixed up. He didn't know what to think beyond the emotional illness that was spreading throughout his stomach and body like a disgusting disease.

And when the door of his room was knocked, getting up to answer it felt almost dream-like. Remembering his flashlight, Phoenix flicked it on, and opened the door, illuminating Edgeworth's form. His voice, when it came out, was strangely normal -- he had almost expected it to sound different, for some strange reason. "...hey," he managed, after a few seconds of silence.

Moving out into the hallway, Phoenix shut the door behind him.

M25

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

Brock couldn't help being angry about the visitor's shift. Seeing Jameson - or his eerily accurate doppleganger - hadn't been his idea of a fun day, much less spending half of it getting yelled at by his ex boss. The blond fumed through the trip back to the rooms, and fumed through his dinner, running over the conversation in his head and finding himself so pissed off that he had to set down the fork before he snapped it in half by accident.

Deep breath, Eddie, Brock thought. Zen and all that. Think on the positive side. Jameson was gone, for starters, and with luck wouldn't make another appearance. He still couldn't fathom the reason of the visit in the first place; was it just to gloat? Seemed like more effort than was needed over a man who didn't even work under him anymore, much less one who openly disliked him (to put it lightly).

It didn't make sense. What did, however, was the feeling that he wanted to punch something to vent his frustration. He knew it was a needlessly human trait, but he wasn't so far bonded to his symbiote that he couldn't take pleasure in the little, satisfying things. It wasn't like he'd go looking for a fight, but if it came his way he wouldn't just pussy out and run the other direction if he could help it.

You might really want to try that advice about calming down, the symbiote suddenly said. We like revenge, but we also know that we have more important priorities.

Brock sighed, pushing himself to his feet and waiting for the door to unlock. That was true. Being human meant it was hard to drop petty grudges, but he knew his Other to be right. They desperately needed to know more about Landels and he couldn't accomplish that by going in swinging.

Re: M25

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

[Headed off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/79032.html?thread=4413112#t4413112)]

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76781.html?view=4564973#t4564973)]]

Fox was relieved to get out of the room. It wasn't that he couldn't stand Tamaki or Edward, but he found that doing nothing and listening to those two talk about sensitive issues Fox wouldn't... couldn't talk about was too much.

Big Boss... he'd failed to save Big Boss at Outer Heaven, and failed to protect him in Zanzibar Land. He also hadn't even been in Landels to help Big Boss. Then there was Snake, Fox hadn't been fast enough the previous night to help Snake.

It was too much, and tonight, Fox was out for blood. He didn't bother to try to lie to himself, Gray Fox knew that he wanted to fight and destroy and kill. It was what he was good at. And as soon as Edward made a sword for him, he'd be even better at it. Tonight, he didn't plan on being the hunted.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

As if the Institute recognized Fox's challenge, the monster melted out of the darkness to meet it.

It was large and sinewy, soft paws padding silently on the floor as it approached, its yellow eyes watching its prey. It had soft skin, muscle, and bone -- its favorite. It would be enjoyable to see it bleed. Whiskers twitching as the cat felt out its surroundings instinctually, its muscles tensed, spring-like as it drew back, scythe-like claws extending out of its paws in preparation.

And when it pounced, it made no sound while doing so, ready to catch its prey off-guard.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/83903.html).]

Kadaj swept down the hall at a much quicker pace than usual, passing M30 without a second glance and stopping just as he reached the door M29. He decided to wait until his brother was with him before he knocked, though, not wanting him to miss this. Better yet, Yazoo could knock himself.

Grinning back at him, he made an extravagant gesture towards the door and said, "And here is his room. Would you care to do the honors, my dear brother?"

[barium-bullet.livejournal.com]

An unexpected ally? Yazoo raised an eyebrow in confusion and shook his head. No, he had not noticed that an ally had showed up earlier that day, and for a moment he thought that Loz had finally arrived. But Kadaj shot that down in a heartbeat, and he had to stop himself from visibly pouting. That look just did not suit him at all, except when he was squabbling with Loz, but the pout always turned into a smirk at some point.

He chose a more leisurely pace and followed Kadaj down another hall, not expecting to come to a stop so soon. They were now standing in front of M29, and at Kadaj’s question, he again raised an eyebrow with a snort and leaned with his back against the wall. “You know it’s not in my nature to knock, Kadaj,” he smirked, at the same time reaching up and rapping a few times on the door.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76781.html?view=4723437#t4723437)]]

Fox didn't want to linger in this hallway longer than he had to, there were many signs of combat, and only one of the fights there had been his. Better to not stick around.

He decided to check out the second floor, opposite the direction he had gone the previous night, and took off at a quick, but quiet, jog.

[[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/77997.html)]]

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki headed out into the hallway, leaving Ed to rest. He'd simply comb the halls until he found another member of the Host Club, and then...

Well, then they'd do whatever it was they had to.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

Tamaki had been like a beacon in the hallway, attracting such creatures whom desired to snuff out the light that emitted from him. It crept by without a sound, wisps of darkness surrounding this amorphous abomination as it glided closer to its prey.

It was almost unfair, how these creatures sought out at their targets. By then it reached the blond in practically no time, tendrils encircling its victim while it began to devour the hope that resided in Tamaki's being.

M29

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

((From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76781.html?thread=4857837#t4867565) ))

Adelheid had known that Phoenix Wright had left his room without taking the medical kit in hand, and further that even though he could wait until the morning came with its tending, that he would prefer to care for himself. He didn't want to rely on such an obviously evil organization to take care of his wounds, for one thing, and for another it would have been the height of ingratitude to not make use of the medical kit that he had taken at the hint of 'Jack'.

Besides, there was a great deal that he had to think about.

So he burst into the room, casting his light around. It wasn't in an obvious place, that was good; however, there were only so many places in a room where such a bulky item could be hidden. A quick search in the desks and dressers, and in the closets as well, turned up nothing that he was searching for. But when he remembered where he had put his own spear, he searched both beds thoroughly...

...and he found it. Everything intact, everything there and ripe for the claiming. Perhaps Phoenix was a kind-hearted person, but at the same time, it stung that the older man hadn't protected the kit as Adelheid had asked. The German had nearly died for the kit, his life's blood had poured out in the Morgue just for the chance to search... and here it was, where any person could seize it.

Yes, Nick needed to learn, and quickly, that there were those about who weren't as kind as Phoenix himself was. But first, he had to take care of himself. For now, he took two of the tylenol pills dry; it would dull the pain, he hoped. Then he considered the rest of the contents, trying to fight off a renewed wave of dizziness. He was so tired, drained of his energy and in so much pain. But, he reassured himself, Edward and Tamaki didn't know. They couldn't know. He hadn't betrayed anything, had he?

It was a small comfort, as his burns smoldered across his body and his hands and feet ached with every small motion... but a comfort nevertheless. So long as he could continue to be strong, then neither the burns nor the throbbing mark on his thigh would bother him too much. He was Adelheid Bernstein; he could take much more than this!

Re: M29

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

His hands were already bandaged, and Adelheid didn't much care for the idea of ripping his feet from the slippers if he could possibly help it. That, too, would be taken care of in the morning, and besides, bandaging himself there wouldn't be of too much usefulness. No, he needed to find someone with supernatural healing, if such a person actually had enough power to fix his condition, and to bargain for it. Until that time, he would be nearly worthless for exploration... and by extension, nearly worthless for almost every other endeavor.

The problem was that his body was at its limits, already suffering from exhaustion and anemia, and now with more taxing it, Adelheid couldn't continue on. When he tried to straighten up, a wave of dizziness crashed over him, and the spear rang against the ground as he collapsed- thankfully on top of a bad instead of on the floor. While he wanted to keep going, his body just couldn't muster up the energy to do so. Rest, then, was to be enforced.