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damned_institute2010-02-21 11:37 am
falseblack) wrote in damned_institute2010-02-21 11:37 am
Nightshift 47: West Hall
[From here.]
He had blacked out in the resulting fall, though Nigredo could not recall how much time had passed. Maybe someone could inform him later--once he could hold enough sense to understand them, that is. Eyes closed, the boy wavered in and out of consciousness, the former weight lifting to a kind of oblivion.
He had blacked out in the resulting fall, though Nigredo could not recall how much time had passed. Maybe someone could inform him later--once he could hold enough sense to understand them, that is. Eyes closed, the boy wavered in and out of consciousness, the former weight lifting to a kind of oblivion.
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He barely managed a step before Albedo lashed out and struck Rika hard. Nigredo reacted quickly but, just like last time, the door behind them suddenly opened and sent them all falling on top of one another. Klavier rushed forward immediately, hurrying toward the impromptu pileup as quickly as he possibly could.
Using this momentum, he grabbed Albedo by both arms and pulled him up and off both of them before he had the chance to lash out at either of them any more. Klavier started pulling him sideways and away, toward one of the walls of the hallway. It was all one move, one hurried motion bred from nothing but instinct. Helping the other two was a second priority. Getting some distance between them and Albedo and preventing damage was far more important.
But it was more than concern. That contained anger which had only been lingering dully in the recesses of his mind had bubbled up. "Stop! Albedo, stop! What are you doing?!" he snapped out far more fiercely than he had before. "Leave them alone. This is no time to start fights!"
Why did it have to turn out like this? Everything was going fine until they'd come down here. Now two of them were hurt and disoriented and the prospects of the evening were seeming far less productive. And it was all this child's fault. It was always this child's fault! Tonight's events, the chance of being revealed to the History Club, the paranoia he felt regarding the Sun Room and people with powers, the issues he was having with Kristoph... All of it! This child. This child. This. Child.
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Unlike the night prior, Albedo wasn't the one that found himself on the hard floor, instead on his sibling. Nigredo was warm, and his reaction was worrisome, enough to break through to Albedo's mentality. Disorientated, Albedo's mien grew concerned, mouth opening to ask, "Nigredo--"
This, of course, instead held to the pattern made when it came to others. He found himself upright and dragged backwards without knowledge, the soft sound of the door firmly clicking behind all of them somehow appropriate. Klavier was yelling at him again, the rage fine to see if one cared, and Albedo was sick of this man. His false self had been more pleasing; less inclined to place himself in others' business, between warring monsters. No, this... Had became too much.
There was a memory faded, of a childhood lesson. A teacher and the man called father warning them sternly not to go with any strangers. They were valuable, had so much invested in them, and could not simply wander off. If a strange man did approach them and they declined... If the stranger was not put off and grabbed them, to haul them off... They were to respond in a crude but effective manner. Albedo did that now, twisting in the man's grip to turn and knee Klavier between the legs. The difference between lesson and action, however, remained a difference of age. They had been told that years ago. Now, at the age of twelve, Albedo had the strength of a normal adult man, and the rage to back it up.
The moral was only that Albedo had always hit hard, and this was no different.
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With how antagonistic Albedo was being this particular evening, it had gone without saying that he would likely struggle or offer some kind of resistance to any attempts to deter him. To be honest, Klavier wasn't exactly sure what to do about this kid at all. The only thing he was immediately concerned with was preventing further damage. ...Though it looked like it was too late for that. Prepared as he was for some kind of flailing or tantrum, he hadn't expected the boy to twist around and attack him like that.
The hit was hard, far harder than he would have predicted even if he hadn't been caught off guard. He grunted out a pained noise with an "Urrgh!," sounding somewhat like he'd been winded by the impact as well. Both hands let go of Albedo entirely and he crossed his forearms across his stomach ...though that wasn't where he had been hit. He doubled over and turned away, stumbling a little to try keeping his balance. Luckily, he was close enough to the wall and let his shoulder and forehead hit it to keep himself from falling. He stayed there against the wall, doubled over and head bowed, and tried to regain his bearings. Something like a half-grunt, half-whimper came out every so often. If there was only one thing to be thankful for, it was the fact that his hair adequately covered his grit-tooth expression.
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Green eyes fluttered open, a sensation like static coursing through his system. A breath escaped from the boy's lips as he turned on one side, every intention fixed on recovery and reassessment. What he received instead was regret, an emotion that surged the second he noted his surroundings. To his side was a girl--Rika. Who'd shown him kindness and received contempt in exchange.
Nigredo shifted to Rika immediately and against his nature, touched her shoulder. The influx of nausea was swallowed. "Are you okay?" he asked. There was a quick glance over the small body for injury, but none could be found. Only signs of disorientation. He held up three fingers. "Can you focus on my fingers?"
Noise from across the hall pulled attention to their front. In time, too, as Klavier staggered away, doubled over and holding his stomach. Nigredo instantly captured the nature of the injury as well as the cause; he himself might have known it once or twice (albeit from another). Eyes found his brother's, surprise rising in their expression.
{Albedo...} Why?
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And the girl still on the floor. Albedo didn't even want to touch her! So filthy, that female; so dirty! He felt defiled by touching her, upset his rage had pressed him to it. And there she was! Next to Nigredo without a care! His teeth remained bared, furious. And Nigredo's voice echoed in his head.
He was running before he knew it, jumping past the pair on the floor and continuing down the hall. Before the girl... Before his brother and his pet... He had wanted to come here again, hadn't he? He had wanted answers, hadn't he? The boy shook his head, skidding to a halt at the door, pressing his hands against it. {Because,} he answered, tears in the tone. {You didn't want me.}
[and skipping ahead to here. have fun without him guys.
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not even a little making out?]She blinked slowly, trying to quell both her own dizziness and that moment's honest fear - and the nausea that came not from the blow, but the knowledge that she'd missed something she should have noticed before. Rika felt as if she should have noted the tension sooner, adding it on to her long mental list of things that warranted apology.
"I'm okay, I think," she answered after a moment's silence. She sat up slowly, holding her head; it hadn't hurt so much in the moment, but the act of sitting up made it worse than it had been. "I..."
"I'm sorry. I made things worse. I..." For a moment, she reminded herself of Hanyuu. "I..."
She couldn't find the right words in that moment, and fell quiet again, just trying to calm her breathing and reorient herself to the world around her.
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He finally pulled his attention away from his plight to reassess the situation. Nigredo seemed to have recovered from his dizzy spell and the sorry fall that had landed him beneath two other people. Rika seemed to have also regained her bearings and didn't seem terribly injured despite the vicious hit (thank goodness). And Albedo was...
The answer to that came in the form of a sound nearby: a door closing. Never had such a thing seemed so ominous until that moment. Klavier turned to look at the door, everything seeming to come to a halt as he registered what just happened and what this meant. Did Albedo really just...? Wasn't that the room with the...?! He made a noise under his breath that might have sounded like a scoff to the two children. It was actually a terribly appropriate German word.
This was getting worse by the second. Under normal circumstances, Klavier would have gone to the other two, made sure both were alright, told the girl not to apologize seeing as none of this was her fault at all. With that child running off, however, Klavier found there was no time for the usual niceties. "It doesn't matter," he said quickly before the girl decided to start another bout of apologies. "We have to go after him. Now.."
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Never accepted.
Momentarily forgetting the surroundings and his sickness, running entirely on adrenaline, Nigredo sprinted forward. His speed was such that the boy reached door before it closed entirely.
[To here.]