damned_institute | Nightshift 22: M21

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 ]

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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.

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

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