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damned_institute2010-07-09 01:31 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2010-07-09 01:31 pm
Night 50: M11-M20 Hallway
[M12]
Klavier felt a wave of sickness as soon as that man's voice came over the intercom again. It was less apprehension and more bubbling anger than anything else. It wasn't so much the mocking that was grating as it was the sound of him sounding so smug, so satisfied with everything that was happening. So safe. Klavier told himself it was fine. Let the man believe he was untouchable. It would make it all the more satisfying when he was ripped down from his pedestal and made to face the consequences.
So last night's events had been done intentionally, after all. Herr Doktor was setting up a new system. A system of what, no one could say at this point, but if it resulted in anything like the previous night, it would prove to make things even more complicated than they already were. If anyone was to do anything, it would have to be now before they finished setting up whatever it was they were doing.
Herr Doktor was already mocking them to investigate to their heart's content, probably confident there was nothing to be found out there. But there was bound to be something overlooked. There had to be cracks in the system. And Klavier would find them all and see this place ripped down.
But first he needed to validate this claim about jewels and rings and whatnot. A teleportation ring? It didn't seem possible... But a lot of what didn't seem possible was fact in this place. Klavier opened the drawer on his side of the room and searched the inside. His good hand shuffled the contents about a little in search for anything like what the man had described, but there was nothing. The only "ring" in there was the small keyring. ...What were these keys for anyway? He picked them up questioningly and looked over the drawer again.
"...Nothing."
Klavier felt a wave of sickness as soon as that man's voice came over the intercom again. It was less apprehension and more bubbling anger than anything else. It wasn't so much the mocking that was grating as it was the sound of him sounding so smug, so satisfied with everything that was happening. So safe. Klavier told himself it was fine. Let the man believe he was untouchable. It would make it all the more satisfying when he was ripped down from his pedestal and made to face the consequences.
So last night's events had been done intentionally, after all. Herr Doktor was setting up a new system. A system of what, no one could say at this point, but if it resulted in anything like the previous night, it would prove to make things even more complicated than they already were. If anyone was to do anything, it would have to be now before they finished setting up whatever it was they were doing.
Herr Doktor was already mocking them to investigate to their heart's content, probably confident there was nothing to be found out there. But there was bound to be something overlooked. There had to be cracks in the system. And Klavier would find them all and see this place ripped down.
But first he needed to validate this claim about jewels and rings and whatnot. A teleportation ring? It didn't seem possible... But a lot of what didn't seem possible was fact in this place. Klavier opened the drawer on his side of the room and searched the inside. His good hand shuffled the contents about a little in search for anything like what the man had described, but there was nothing. The only "ring" in there was the small keyring. ...What were these keys for anyway? He picked them up questioningly and looked over the drawer again.
"...Nothing."
Re: M17
Germany remained standing, allowing as much room as possible for the other nations, and then he cleared his throat. He had to head off any more digressions before they happened. Any mention of the Cold War, the World Wars, the Crimean War, the War of American Independence... pretty much any war could spark a conflict. So too would talk of refreshments, culture, sports, the weather, the economy, entertainment, politics... in short, there was nothing that any of them could say in this room that wouldn't spark some sort of snide comment somewhere.
...ow, that was a sharp stab of pain in his stomach. The stress was making him suffer, but being a true German, he'd endure. He had to endure, for the sake of world peace! And if he bottled it up enough, perhaps he'd be able to explode like a grenade and stun them all into silence just long enough to get something productive done. Maybe. But he sincerely doubted it. "Yes, I'd like to call this World Meeting into order. Since this was organized by Alfred F. Jones, I'd like for him to make the opening remarks. Mr. Jones?"
With that he nodded to America, and just one thought went through his head, repeated like a mantra. Please be important, please be serious, please be important, please...