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damned_institute2010-07-14 03:34 pm
gald_digger) wrote in damned_institute2010-07-14 03:34 pm
Night 50: Main Hallway, 2-West
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When they stepped into the next hallway, Anise was wearing her usual smile once again. "So, Tem... you said you're a sergeant, right?" she asked, looking to make some (hopefully) less awkward conversation with the man. Work was usually a safe subject, right? Besides, with how soldier-like the man was in his appearance and attitude, she figured he'd be open to talking about his career.
The girl continued, cheerfully. "That's a neat coincidence. We're the same rank!" Well, maybe not exactly the same, but about equal, anyway. Fon Master Guardians were technically sergeants, after all. Anise was proud of how impressive her full rank and title sounded, but saying the whole thing at once would be a little too tiring for casual introductions, so she usually didn't mention it when meeting people at the institute.
Well, that was just one reason for it. The other was simply that it was fun to surprise people by mentioning her position long after first impressions were made.
When they stepped into the next hallway, Anise was wearing her usual smile once again. "So, Tem... you said you're a sergeant, right?" she asked, looking to make some (hopefully) less awkward conversation with the man. Work was usually a safe subject, right? Besides, with how soldier-like the man was in his appearance and attitude, she figured he'd be open to talking about his career.
The girl continued, cheerfully. "That's a neat coincidence. We're the same rank!" Well, maybe not exactly the same, but about equal, anyway. Fon Master Guardians were technically sergeants, after all. Anise was proud of how impressive her full rank and title sounded, but saying the whole thing at once would be a little too tiring for casual introductions, so she usually didn't mention it when meeting people at the institute.
Well, that was just one reason for it. The other was simply that it was fun to surprise people by mentioning her position long after first impressions were made.
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All clear except for the two people standing just ahead of them, and even then he was pretty sure they were patients rather than any sort of serious threat- the brainwashed guards tended to be a little more intimidating than a big guy in slippers and a little girl.
Depth Charge glanced back at Hime, waiting for her to meet him in the hallway. "Did you find that ring the Head Doctor was talking about?"
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He was proved absolutely right in short order, almost stopping dead in his tracks in surprise, only just managing to keep the reaction from being quite so comically obvious. Yes, he'd met Captain Chise before, who was even less of a likely candidate for her rank than Anise was by his estimation, but somehow with a Sergeant, it was different. Probably because he was one of them. "...Oh. I'm sorry, I really wouldn't have guessed," he admitted, a little sheepishly. Now he felt like even more of an idiot than he usually was.
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"I wonder what'd happen if you lost it? Everyone has flashlights, and they give us new shirts if we tear them all up." He hadn't turned all of his spare clothing into makeshift all-cotton rope, but he'd done a lot of it over time. "Then again, you could end up with neither." He shrugged, and looked out at the hallway.
"Looks clear." The last time he'd turned right here, he'd been dying of liver cancer. Cheery thought. No amount of armlinking and skipping down the corridors would make that a less gut-twisting thought. He gritted his teeth a little and went back to his mental set of bullet points to nail to Martin Landel's door.
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Sounds. People. There were some people up here. Too bad that couldn't serve as too much of a comfort in this kind of place. Admittedly, it did calm him down just a little to know there were others around up here. It was only human nature to feel more at ease in a group.
But Klavier kept his distance from any and all of them, sparing them only a sidelong glance before continuing on. To the right... yes, he remembered. There was an area that overlooked the Sun Room. If he continued down, the very last hallway led to a good number of rooms that were ideal for supplies. Closets, storage...
He closed his eyes for a moment and let a melody come to the forefront of his mind as he tried to recall the map he had copied of this floor. He could picture it perfectly. There was a hallway near where he was. Up that way... He recalled there were labs all the way down, though he didn't have any details regarding them. In the area overlooking the Sun Room... He hadn't memorized the rooms. But he recalled the words "staff" used in several instances. If the labs turned out to be a dead end, that would be his next destination.
He took a very deep breath, trying to maintain this slight sense of calm he had going now, and moved forward.
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And to follow quietly, to pause when another hesitated, to speak to the silence and shadow and listen as it giggled--a cold laughter in tune. He knew this place, knew this path, but not when the man veered off. And would Albedo follow, into darkness and despair?
Too easily given, was the answer. Here again was one to take his mind from what truly mattered. He understood the shifts to make, and the mentality to take. He had done so before, after all. When stalking another altogether different prey.
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Which was nothing. He could hear sounds of fighting ahead, but no familiar voices, and Shikamaru could think of no reason that any Leaf-nin would take interest in the area above the Sun Room. The promise of files in the opposite wing might be tempting to some new arrivals, but not new arrivals like Naruto and Kiba. They weren't the type to look for answers in manila envelopes, and Sakura had already been to the area.
He tried to avoid attention as he turned left, assuming that the other patients would hold the interest of whatever was attacking.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/945428.html?thread=71221268#t71221268)]
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Retracing his footsteps shouldn't be a problem. This time he moved with more ease, still listening to the sounds of fighting but not considering them a serious threat. It was only a few steps to the stairwell, and when he stepped into it, he pulled the door shut behind him to slow anything that might choose to follow.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/947340.html?thread=71222412#t71222412)]
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A few more steps and she finally reached the top, first peeking around the corner before stepping into the hallway. Which looked... pretty much exactly like the one they just came from. No matter! Elena took a few steps out into the hall, trying to cover every inch of space in front of them with her flashlight, and decidedly not getting worked up over the lack of ideas she had for them to get out of here.
"Aren't your spidey-senses tingling or anything?" There was that, too. As far as she knew, Stefan could usually hear things coming from a mile away. It must have been the same for Damon, right? Especially with their, er, difference in diets. "We can't be the only ones walking around this giant building."
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"There are Weapons, with a capital W, that appear when the planet is in jeopardy. Large... creatures. They rose from the Northern Crater." Zack was trying to combat his previous, admittedly depressing statement with optimism. That was so very like him that Cloud couldn't help but go along with it. Being negative wasn't going to get them anywhere, after all. "We ended up havin' to fight them too. That sword came from one."
Easy enough to say, wasn't it? Never mind all the damage they did to Junon, Midgar, and Mideel. Or at least damage that was in some way related to them. "You find all sorts of strange things fighting monsters, but I'm sure you already know that." He gave his friend a bit of a smile - all right, we'll do it your way - before moving on.
He let the beam of his own flashlight take in the area this time. There were other patients around now, both here and further down the hall, which made him wonder how much of this was worth searching. What if some other group found her first? If she was even anywhere to be found...
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The hallway the stairwell opened to was all but identical to the one below. The difference was only one, though it came largely of note. Unlike the other hall, this one was completely empty. The sounds of a building settling and other creaks, accompanied by the fading sounds of others below them and in the distance came as surreal. He was unsure, suddenly. How much of this was actual and not something his mind had concocted.
Even if all he had been seeing was progress, there was no reason to think his mind couldn't contort in some twisted kind of relapse. Though, this, as an outlet seemed too flawed for that idea.
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Utena couldn't see anything ahead just yet, but that didn't mean the person they were looking for wasn't still around, either hiding or being just plain out of sight. Himemiya hadn't been visible that night until Utena had gotten close enough to see over the...
The balcony.
Utena forced a gulp down. What were the chances an SCer would be hanging out over that gap again? Almost zilch, she had to remind herself. Nothing else had ever been there in the times Utena had been upstairs. And even if this person was there, she wasn't going to make another suicidal jump for them. It had been a miracle Himemiya had snapped out and caught her then; someone else under Landel's control definitely couldn't be saved that way by a total stranger. It would be completely and utterly foolish to try something like that again.
So Utena told herself, anyway.
"Careful," Utena said in quiet English for lack of any other warning phrases in her brain. She moved up closer to Ema, keeping her sword raised and ready as they approached the center of the hall.
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Now this was new. Which direction had she traveled with Yakitori? It'd only been a few days, and she should have been taking note of the route. Left? Yes, they'd gone left. But if she'd come up a different staircase, her destination would be right. Alternatively, there was a hall right in front of her.
Mele spared a moment to tap her foot on the floor, then decided that more exploration wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and turned left. Which...led to the other staircase.
She shone the light around the dead end (she was not going to go back downstairs), then sighed in frustration and backtracked, at a slower pace. In something near the middle of the hall, Mele noticed an opening into yet another hall, and turned into it.
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Nothing here either. What a shame. Well, he supposed he could lead them to the kitchen, that always had monsters in it, as well as pointy things. Always an added bonus!
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Mello looked--made himself look, because his instinct was to avoid it--to his left, when he reached the top of the stairs. That urge to reach for the back of his neck was still in effect, apparently. He knew the signs of post-traumatic stress perfectly well, and recognized in himself a desire to try to get desensitized to something he doubted it was possible to stop being affected by. He didn't hear anything, didn't see anyone waiting to launch a rescue mission, and he still couldn't stand to look that way for very long.
"You didn't. There's no way to predict what shit this place'll throw at us." The point was to break them, he thought, and for no reason he could see other than sadism. It would suck what little determination he had left right out of him if he let it.
"But, listen. I have a plan. It's a long shot, but no one's tried it before that I know of." Running was a bust, and the outside world might as well be the moon for how easily they could contact it. A lunatic plan was better than nothing at all, and though Mello had to keep fighting to believe in it, and to keep his impatience from getting the better of him again, the likelihood of it working was not zero. He just had to keep telling himself that.