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Nightshift 22, Sun Room

Raine stopped just outside the Sun Room, which was only a little lighter than the rest of the Institute now because of the skylight; the moon was apparently out. She wondered briefly what the moon looked like, here, but pushed that thought aside. She didn't hear anything from inside...

Standing just outside the doorway, so anyone inside the room wouldn't be able to see her, she looked back at her companions. "It sounds empty. Let's go in." She'd only gotten a few looks at the room during the day, but she was fairly certain that once inside, they should take a left to get into the Arts & Crafts room; it still sounded like a poor place to find weapons, but it was worth taking the chance. She had yet to meet a god at full power, but the myths she knew were informative enough. If they could just retrieve what Amaterasu needed to perhaps get her to a stronger state...

Raine clicked her flashlight on and jumped into the Sun Room's entrance, flicking the beam of light around to hopefully reveal any monsters hiding in the shadows. She held Reinforce's discarded crutch, her only real weapon, at the ready just in case; she wasn't letting herself be caught off-guard just yet.

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_{(Assuming Sasuke-mun is happily frolicking in France and thus not here to post. If not, feel free to hit me.)}

Aidou watched the others from over his shoulder, inwardly agreeing with Alucard - that alone made his mouth pucker into a frown. The faint touch of telepathy was sending slight shivers down his back - he could sense it, despite not being prone to the art himself, and harbouring even less of an interest in learning. It meant the kid was faking unconsciousness, and probably planning another wild assault.

It only brought his earlier question to the forefront of his mind: why someone dressed in the same unsightly uniform like the rest of the captives was mindlessly attacking them? It didn't add up. Of course, he'd expected humans to do stupid and nonsensical things, but still.

Slowly, Aidou's gaze returned to his current issue. How annoying this all was! His night had been wasted putting up with absurd creatures (undead E classes included), and now he had an unresponsive woman in his arms that obviously wasn't about to revive herself anytime soon. With the sputtering (and not unwelcome) death of the faux sun, a product of her power, it was irritatingly apparent she was beyond simple exhaustion. He wanted to know how she'd done that! Effortlessly rising to his feet, Aidou dropped her on the nearest horizontal surface, deciding slapping her to wakefulness wasn't the best of plans. Unless she died, he'd get answers from her eventually.

And now, it was about time to deal with someone else. Knocking around that one until he got his due reparations was a nice thought. At least there'd be one minor piece of business settled.

"Or else nothing, Alucard. You may have a fondness for men and little boys, but don't think I'll let you lay another paw on them!" Aidou snapped. He levelled a finger at the other, pointing at the space directly between his eyes. "We have an unsettled score. You know what I'm talking about! We can't do it in a room this crowded!"

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Hisoka did not move or respond in the least to all the commotion that went on around him nor did he act when Tsuzuki shook him. Instead, the boy merely continued to listen to the voices as his skin began to stitch itself back together again, allowing himself to be handled like nothing more than a rag doll in effort to continue feigning unconsciousness.

The shinigami quietly thanked the heavens his wounds were no deeper, muscles were such a pain to mend-- they itched like hell too-- and bones were obnoxiously loud when they snapped back into place.

Hisoka quickly abandoned this train of thought as he felt Tsuzuki loosen his grip on him. It was almost time. His wounds were not completely healed, but this was not the time to worry about such things. Now he only had to wait for the perfect moment...

The abandoned goddess lay on a couch, her breathing quiet and her radiance dimmed, nor did she seem to respond to anything that was going on in the room; she was spent, and while she could have repaired the damage she herself had done to the weapon, without the means to communicate this knowledge it was to remain unknown, and likely to the detriment of all involved.

Recluse was glad--if not actually thankful--that someone had given him some assistance. He sat for a moment, listening to the other patients and taking a closer look at the glowing patch of space that had replaced message board. He would normally have devoted all his attention to this bizarre object, but he didn't trust the attacker to stay down. Many metahumans could make miraculous recoveries from near-fatal injuries and even death. There was no chance of at least finishing off the boy now, with the arrival of his deluded companion, but it would be a waste of time anyway.

He had been delayed far too long, and the night's events had only made him all the more anxious to obtain a weapon. He stood carefully, testing his leg. It hurt. A lot. But that was no reason to stop, now that the bleeding was abating. He wasn't in any danger of serious blood loss, and he would rather distance himself from the scene, in case his instincts in regards to this boy were correct.

In any case, he thought as he limped towards the door, the bickering between the other prisoners was nothing he would be sorry to miss.

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"Touching. You might want to keep a leash on him, though," Zelos said, eyes still on Hisoka. This was ridiculous. He hadn't been hurt that badly - it had to be a trap.

His grip tightened a bit more on his sword as the "partner" loosened his grip. Zelos was ready for the slightest jerk to strike.

Tsuzuki frowned when his roommate objected to him moving. Hisoka was unconscious! There was no need to hold him down any longer... He was about to voice just such an opinion when suddenly a complete stranger stepped forward to challenge Alucard instead.

Tsuzuki couldn't say he wasn't surprised. By this point, he kinda assumed that everyone was going to be against them...what with Hisoka firing into a crowd like he was. He didn't say it at the moment, but he was deeply grateful to this kid, despite whatever personal reasons he may have had for speaking up.

Other people were leaving, which eased Tsuzuki mind even more. The less people around, the less that would be caught in the crossfire if something did happen. He noticed that the woman from earlier still wasn't moving, but he couldn't exactly leave Hisoka unprotected...

Lifting a leg, Tsuzuki unstraddled his partner, choosing to kneel beside him instead. "He's unconscious. He's not going anywhere," the shinigami explained to the red-head, his gaze shifting to the sword he held. He didn't like at all the way the other's hand was gripped around the hilt, and he was fully prepared to come between to two again if he tried to lash out against Hisoka.

The boy wasn't unconcious, he knew this. After centuries of experience, he could tell. Alucard simply allowed this to slip simply because, well, Alucard liked his chaos. Without making another new enemy of course, if Hisoka fought back, the vampire could simply claim that he mauled the boy only in self defence. More blood equals more fun after all.

"If he wakes up and kicks you in the groin, don't say I didn't warn you," he spoke, grinning ferally again. And yet he was ready to attack, clawed digits tapping against the floor softly.

The vampire did almost, roll his eyes when Aidou piped up again. Oh, how brave. Only opening his mouth when the initial threat had been exposed of, while hiding in the corner like a rat, during the initial fight. How courageous indeed. Bratty little whelp. Besides. He was simply down on his luck, the only people that had chanced across him were boys. And one made a deal with him too.

"And what are you going to do about it? Whine me to death?" he goaded, spreading open his arms as if beckoning to Aidou. "Of course I know what you're talking about. I want to see, if you actually have the means to back up your threats."

The two girls left had scurried off, along with the man who'd been blabbing nonsense about the bulletin board. Despite studiously ignoring them, the scent of their blood was going to stay with him. It was everywhere, and it made him antsy. The last thing Aidou wanted, or needed, was more to be spilled from the remaining three humans - controlling himself wasn't the problem, it was leashing the so-called vampire in front of him. He almost reminded Aidou of Ichiou: misplaced arrogance and a threat against something vital. And if Kaname-sama were here...

In any case, now that he knew Alucard's... disposition, he had no idea how to kill something that was already dead. However, this E class was a contemptuous pig that would have to be dealt with one way or the other. He'd find a way. Aidou's dignity and upbringing couldn't allow otherwise. It was a core principle of their society.

Fixing Alucard with his luminescent eyes, he held his ground. He wouldn't give in to the taunts this time.

"If you continue to disobey me, I'm afraid you're going to humiliate yourself," he said simply, leaving no room for doubt in his voice. "In fact, if you ever try to draw blood from me again, I'll kill you. The same applies to everyone in this room." He gestured at Zelos absently, more so to the sword he held. "I'm sure that one can deal with the situation. So make your choice: stay here and die, or come with me and we'll have an educative talk."

Aidou especially wanted to leave before the kid took a position and attacked again. As much as he loathed the idea of being near dead flesh, it was preferable to getting dragged into another scuffle and wasting more time.

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