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Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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Unlike the western section, the central portion of this hallway was completely deserted. On any other night, von Karma would have used this to his advantage to arrive at one of the upstairs locations before anyone else did. The Janitor's Closet, for one, contained a large cache of metal that he could use to compensate Mr. Geeste for the work he would do for him three nights later.

But for now, von Karma merely had to go as far as the very first doorway to his right, which led straight into Waiting Room 1. This was far more important -- though less pleasant -- than his prospective metal scavenger hunt. Besides, by the time he had replied to Mr. Geeste's notice, Ms. Taura had already accepted an assignment from that blasted History Club. He would simply have to try to contact her tomorrow morning as soon as possible before she could accept another one.

Shaking his head, von Karma turned the door knob, expecting to have to jimmy it open, but instead discovering that the door wasn't locked after all.

[To here (with Court's permission to just go on ahead <3 ) ]

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The Head Doctor was at one of his lower points of coherence tonight, it seemed, but before Sasuke had decided to ignore it and inform this interfering idiot what Muraki really was, an earsplitting screech blasted through the speakers. Unknowingly mirroring his extra opponent, Sasuke's first instinct was to tense and take a more solid stance, in case either of the other patients intended to take advantage of the commotion.

His ears were still ringing when Landel's voice resumed, and Sasuke had to attribute the fact that he couldn't make out those last words at all to that fact, which if anything was a sign that he'd need sight for now. Damn it, this irritating do-gooder had better not wear out his time limit -- but when the Sharingan faded in again, the first thing Sasuke spotted was Muraki moving.

"He's one of the doctors here, damn it!" Sasuke snapped at the interference with as much impatience as he could summon into his tone, assuming that would be enough for any but the newest arrivals, before swinging the point of his sword to target immediate threat upon Muraki. "Don't move. You didn't really think you could come out here at night, alone, and get away with it, did you?"

"What the hell?"

One minute the loser jerk had been speaking English just fine, the next he was rattling something off in some other language that Raph thought might be Japanese, if only 'cause he'd heard Leo practising it before he headed off on that stupid training mission of his, not to mention the few times Splinter would start muttering to himself in it when they screwed something up particularly badly.

"Listen, loser," he snarled, "you wanna say somethin' to me, say it so's I can understand you an' know if I gotta punch you in the damn face for that!"

The weapon swung up to target the other guy again, who was wisely moving off somewhere behind Raph, so the turtle moved again to block the weapon, his own coming up in preparation to counter it.

"So what's it gonna be, jerkface?"

There was a chance that not all patients loathed their doctors, but it wasn't exactly one he was willing to take. Though the second strike from was stopped by his meatshield's blade, he would have to disable the boy before he changed his mind. A well-placed strike to the back of the neck... Suddenly became unnecessary.

He wasn't sure why the boy had suddenly switched to English. He had been fluent in Japanese not a moment before, yet it was obvious that he didn't understand. Not only that, but his little - well, why not call him Uke, since they were so familiar? Uke assumed he was still a doctor here despite what he thought was obvious - the clothing and, of course, the fact that he was even bothering with this little game to begin with when he had other work to finish tonight. They all thought they were so special.

"Is that a crime? I wasn't aware." He remarked dryly, still in Japanese. He took another insolent step forward and reached to snatch the chainsaw off the floor.

The attempt to block connected but Sasuke might have ignored what the interloper said altogether and simply dodged around him and his weapon were it not for the fact that, quite abruptly, he started speaking in a tongue Sasuke had never heard before. Was it a curse? Some kind of attack? Sasuke recognised the lift of a question at the end of it, but why the hell would he be bothering with dialogue if he wasn't going to speak a language anyone understood?

Muraki continued to speak recognisably, at least, but he also moved again -- with clear deliberateness -- and Sasuke swore at the idiot, minion or misguided white knight or neither. With a movement that was nearly lost to visibility in the dim light, he dropped his sword low and swept it upwards, trying to clear the other patient's defending weapon and slip under his guard towards the real threat.

"He's in league with the fucking Institute, you blind fool," the curse biting out with a harshness Sasuke rarely allowed with anyone who (didn't matter as much as) wasn't Itachi, who wasn't Uchiha -- and the irony entirely lost on himself in the heat of the moment. "Make another move and I'll cut you down where you stand, Muraki."

Great, so now both of them were speaking Japanese for some stupid reason. Obviously dark and psychotic was threatening the pale guy, which would explain why he'd answer in the same language, but it meant Raph had no clue what was being said about him or anything else for that matter.

But one thing was clear; boy psycho wasn't about to let up that easy. So far he seemed mostly like he was just trying to get past him to attack the unarmed guy behind him, but that was his mistake. Raph had given him every chance to back the hell off, so now was time to get serious.

He pulled back, avoid the strike intended to disarm him before his arm snaked out to aim a blow at the other guy's side. It wasn't exactly at the same level someone like Leonardo was with swords, but it was enough to show he meant business.

"You know what I don't get," Raph said conversationally. "What I don't get is why the hell you're all a' sudden speakin' Japanese when you were speakin' English just fine before. What, you think 'cause I ain't gettin' a word of what you're sayin', I'm just gonna walk away? 'Cause I don't think so."

The chainsaw safely in his grasp again, he balanced it against his shoulder and spread his other arm wide, as if in invitation. "Please." The word was light, toneless, edged only by the sharpness of his smirk. There was so much hate mirrored in the boy's eyes, terrible and all-consuming, and the doctor was almost certain that it didn't belong to him. Not all of it. Not yet. But it mattered very little so long as it burned him out and left him hollow. Boys like that; beautiful boys, precious, cold, fragile boys were made to be stripped and shattered.

But it was sweet of him to try and avoid the obstacles in his path, not yet angry or apathetic enough to simply cut through them. Even now, he was trying to warn the meat shield as if he expected to reach the end of that path without spilling innocent blood on his hands. Or maybe he just thought it would be faster.

It was too bad for Uke-kun. The other boy was keen on violence, his eagerness thinly masked by this little play at nobility. Would he find some of the same hate reflected in those eyes? Broken broken... That tenuous control needed to be broken. Already, he was the first to go for blood.

"He said to get out of his way. It would be easy to cut you down where you stand. You're..." His English flowed naturally so the hesitation was obvious. It seemed like he was the only one who still understood both, and he had his suspicions as to why. "The rest doesn't bear repeating." He finished. Use your imagination if you have one.

He slipped a hand into his pocket, feeling for the ring. So far, Landel's little tricks had favoured him. He had no reason to believe this one wouldn't.

Edited 2010-07-28 17:27 (UTC)

The interference didn't stop speaking in a different language, and Sasuke was beginning to believe it was a deliberate way to indicate that the man had no intention of listening -- a notion only reinforced by the smoothness of that dodge-and-parry. It was a rustle and a whistle, cloth moving as he ducked out of Sasuke's strike and air sheared by a blade as he shifted into attack. Someone who moved with such certainty had made up his mind and intended to act on it.

If nothing else, the fact that Muraki addressed him in the same tongue clinched the deal. Sasuke swung out of his strike and took a quick step back, Sharingan flooding into his vision: pre-image of a man who couldn't be that much older than Sasuke. Rather normal-looking, certainly nothing like the malevolence that Sasuke indelibly associated with Muraki (but appearances were deceiving and a ninja looks underneath the underneath, and the man who had taught him that had been taken away by the Institute and there sure as hell hadn't appeared to be a reason for that).

Muraki was doing something to the side, which was always something of concern, but if Sasuke tried him now there was no doubt the fool in front of him would block. There was no choice.

He stepped back in immediately after dodging that attack, dropping low and to the left: swiped the sword out long and sliced back, aiming for the tendon in the lower calf. With any luck, he wouldn't need to do more than disable.

The move was pretty freakin' obvious for someone with any amount of training. It looked like kid psycho wasn't taking him seriously yet. Fine, that'd be his loss then. Raph jumped to avoid the blade, aiming to try and come down on it to trap it under one foot when he landed. It'd be handy if he could disarm the guy that easily, but he wasn't counting on it, so the moment his foot hit the floor again, he was snapping out a kick for the loser's chest as well.

If it connected, it might throw the guy off-balance enough for Raph to overpower and disarm him, but he figured at the very least it would help get the message through that he shouldn't be ignored.

"Yeah?" he called over his shoulder to the guy he was technically defending. "Maybe you oughta tell the loser that this'd be easier if he went back to speakin' damn English again! Not like it'll be much easier, 'cause I ain't gonna let him go that easy, but then I'd know what to punch him in the face for sayin'!"

"Unfortunately, I'm the last person he'd be willing to listen to." He could have explained the language barrier, he supposed, but it would be the wrong kind of distraction if it served as much of a distraction at all. The boys were too evenly matched, at least for the moment, and while they seemed to have no qualms about fighting they were still aiming to disable or disarm. This wouldn't do. He was getting restless.

Hand still in his pocket, he managed to slip the ring onto his finger. "Brace yourself," He added, still in English. He shifted the chainsaw off his shoulder and smashed the jewel into the back of it.

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leeeet's do the tiiiime warp agaaaaaain