Night 50: M101-M110 Hallway

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Weapons in hand, Heat was out in the hall the moment the doors opened. There had to be something, a scent in the air that might alert him to the presence of one of Landel's creations. His hunger wouldn't be denied for another night. Though he was still without his flashlight, that didn't really matter. His other senses should be enough to find what he needed. And he would find something. No other patients were even going to be looked at until he had.

Whatever the head doctor meant about those rings, it didn't matter to Heat. He hadn't been in a group the night before, and even if he had been he hadn't gotten more than a couple halls. What would be the point of being able to transport himself there when he could walk the distance just as quickly? No, it couldn't help him, and if it couldn't help him it didn't interest him. Chances were they were all just another trick of the Institute's anyway.

The demon paused outside his doorway, nose to the air as he decided on a direction.

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M109

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Despite spoiling for a fight - desperate, even - Forte stopped to actually think about what to do. He didn't even bother with the drawer, he was already feeling like all the stuff he had was charity. But the important thing was the special counseling - that was when people were taken, and turned against the other patients, wasn't it? That was what he'd have to find. He couldn't find any monsters all of a sudden, but he'd prefer to fight a person anyway.

So, where would he find these special counseling patients? He'd been in the halls upstairs, and never met one. The monsters tended to jump out from the dark in the far corners, so maybe they were more common in the halls. For a real fight, they'd need a bigger area. So, he'd have to explore a different direction - the field or the sun room would be the best arenas. With at least a vague idea about where to go, he loaded his scalpels into his pockets, grabbed his hammer, and set out.

He didn't like feeling like a charity case, but he wouldn't pass up being a more dangerous adversary either.

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An explanation for the "construction" that had been happening last night. It seemed too good to be true, especially knowing that the Head Doctor had no intention of simply letting them go. What was the point of giving them something they could use to their advantage? This was different from asking other patients from help or finding things on his own.

Minato sat up from his bed after his roommate left, rummaging through his closet to check his inventory as he did every night. His sword's makeshift handle was losing what little cushioning it had given before; he would need to replace it with something. A few socks, maybe? ...He found that he much preferred the idea of using one of those smiley-faced shirts. At least socks didn't seem like they were mocking him.

The fruit and water bottles he had taken the other day were now in his hidden inventory, along with the lavender lotion he had been looking at before the zombie appeared. He had completely forgotten about it in the ensuing confusion. Once he had secured his bag and Evoker to his pouch, Minato carefully hid everything again and shut his closet. He then opened up his desk drawer, peering into it with a frown.

A silver ring sat between his extra pens and used batteries. Upon closer inspection, he could see the red, overl-shaped jewel set on top of it. The Head Doctor's words rang in his head again. If he had it, that meant Brook didn't.

All things considered, he doubted Brook would be heartbroken about that. Especially if it had the properties the Head Doctor had mentioned.

Slipping it on, Minato retrieved his flashlight and headed out.

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