Nightshift 49: M1-M10 Hallway

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[from here and outside M4.]

"Haseo?" Endrance knocked once, having finally seemed to learn his lesson about just walking into M4 without knocking or stating his identity first. Once he'd knocked, though, the nerves really set in. What if Haseo wasn't there? What if he'd been taken again? What if --

Stop. Stop that line of thought. He said he needed you...and he'll be here. He'll be here, and if he's not, then you need to pull it together...for his sake. You can't be there if you're falling apart...

He took a deep breath, bracing with one hand against the wall, and waited. A few minutes would tell the story, either way. He could be patient that long.

[for Haseo.]

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deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeath.

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Endrance merely nodded, knowing better than to ask whether Haseo was sure about all of this. If he wasn't, he would have said something. But...there was no denying the feeling of being on edge, he thought, as he took the sword with a single small bow. The Blade Brandier really couldn't blame him. He was just as on edge, having only just thought of that night the walls glitched and he'd...

That night he had died. He was just as sure of that as he was sure of anything else. But in the morning, there hadn't even been a scar, no blood in his hair, nothing to suggest it.

The word 'visitors' was more worrying, and Endrance almost said something about it, but for a second time, held his tongue. What could he say?

"...right...and don't worry. I'm not going to fall apart again."

That was all he really could say - besides one thing.

"Where...?"

TERROOOOORRRRR

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"Of course," Haseo answered promptly, if a bit flat. He halfway wanted to assure the man of what he'd said, but... yeah, not falling apart was pretty much what everyone hoped for during the night anyway, right? There wasn't really any guarantee when it came to the sort of stuff that went on after dark, anyway. It was difficult enough to resist just barricading oneself in a room and waiting for morning, but in the end voluntary complacency was not an option for Haseo, regardless of how many times the place kept trying to kick him down.

It didn't help that Endrance still looked a little rough around the edges though... perhaps only a small amount considering the level of stress he was surely under, but it seemed a stark contrast to the PC's normally infallible beauty. That bothered Haseo a little, and coupled with the previous desire to avoid getting caught up by his new roommate, he made to move quickly. He re-balanced his center of gravity and stepped away from the door, eyes going aside.

At first the question only got a slightly testy sigh in response, but after he'd gotten most of the way down the hallway, Haseo thought quickly and decided to add on more. "Pretty sure I can spell my name now. I want those damn files."

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