damned_institute | Nightshift 23 -- Hallway Outside Sun Room/Entry Room

Haku frowned slightly as he followed. He hoped he hadn't been wrong in his guess.

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Roy didn't notice any change in Hawkeye's demeanor. Even if he had realized it, he wouldn't have been able to identify it as fear. Havoc, Fury, and the others he might expect it from, but the sharpshooter had always seemed almost unbreakable.

He knew that no one was that much of a solid wall, but the woman had never been one to falter. It was admirable, how well she had done for herself when her gender had been working against her. It was as if she worked that much harder, just to prove everyone else wrong.

Then again, he had not seen the state she was in when she'd found him collapsed on the ground, head soaked with blood on the night he went after Pride. He'd only seen the aftereffects of her concern in the hospital...

He moved down the hallway, relying on his strengthened vision as he searched for any stray patients, but it seemed as if everyone was either still in the patient blocks or upstairs, heading for the chapel.

Perhaps they wouldn't be noted. Perhaps they could get this taken care of without a single hiccup. He wasn't going to count on it, though.

She continued to listen for anything beyond the two separate rhythms of their footsteps, muffled in slippers but still audible in the echoing halls.

To their left was the sun room, where she had been given the guns she needed now only to use them on fellow patients, future friends. She'd had nearly an arsenal that night, though she'd kept to the rifle. It was a very good thing no one had come to the second floor where she'd been. Point-blank range would have left them with far less chance of surviving.

But now was not the time to be distracted by that. To their right, just up ahead, was the room they were headed for. She expected this to be the most guarded, though it seemed as though no one knew what to expect from room to room. And as the door was locked, perhaps this was not as popular a location as it would otherwise be.

She was calmer to be with him than she would have been alone. It helped to put her faith in him. It helped to worry about him rather than herself.

The fact that it was so quiet was unnerving. While the alchemist understood the reasoning behind it (he didn't want to think about the mayhem that would be caused by everyone rushing to the second floor, but it wasn't his problem), the emptiness was still strange.

It was so quiet, however, that if something did come after them, they should be able to anticipate it. Or so Roy hoped. They were both sharp, alert soldiers with years of training under their belts. It shouldn't be a problem, and yet if that was the case, why did he keep having to reassure himself?

If only Havoc had been added to their party. With three of them, he probably wouldn't have been worried at all. Exhaling quietly, he stepped toward the door and opened it, just as he had two nights before. He didn't hesitate to enter. If something was in there and waiting for them, he'd be ready.

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Upon breaking away from the section of male patients' rooms, the dense cloud of people from the previous hallway quickly thinned, and this particular path looked all but empty. He knew it was on the path to the Sun Room, but he knew nothing of what was at the end of it, with the large room stuck somewhere in between the beginning and the end and the light pitiful enough as it was.

Noah followed the child silently, keeping a watch in front as well as behind, along with constraining his ears to listen for any sound out of the ordinary. Luckily, the slippers that they were given were almost completely silent on the hard floors. It was a small thing to be thankful for, at least. And the least is what they had.

(From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/94697.html?thread=5885929#t5885929))

As the noise of the hallway dissipated, Larsa absent-mindedly shifted closer to his guardian, his steps more cautious as he glanced cautiously around them. The whole atmosphere of his Institute wasn't right, even when compared to the various dungeons and mines he traversed through with Ashe and company.

"Have you ever roamed hallways similar to these, Gabranth?" He asked the man. The orders his brother gave to the Judge Magisters were held with the utmost secrecy, proving it difficult to gain much knowledge of the matters.

He looked to the small brunet at his side curiously, then cautiously behind them once more. There was nothing at all fantastic or worth remembering about the hall, and it was like millions of others. The judge understood his Lord's underlying question, however. "More times than I would care to remember," he answered quietly, gripping the rapier with a tighter fist, annoyed by the buzzing of old memories that the thought had brought along with it.

Old and new memories, he supposed. How long had he been dead, exactly? A year? A little less? Noah had never asked and never wondered before now what the fate of the Bahamut was. Or Zaargabath, who had been in the lead of the Imperial Army behind him, without another Magister as an ally. Without bringing the question to his lips, he approached the door he supposed to be the Sun Room's, stepping forward to be the first to enter the darkened room, completely blind with his hand still wrapped around Larsa's.

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Sanzo led the way, keeping a good portion of his attention on the man behind him. Turning his back like this wasn't something he'd quite planned on, but of the two of them, only Sanzo had actually been to the doctors' offices.

The monk's hand tightened a little on the flashlight. If worse came to worse, he wasn't going to have to rely completely on just unarmed combat. He'd already broken a somewhat solid lock with one of these, so getting hit with one probably wasn't going to been shaken off too easily.

Sanzo was hoping to lure the other into making a mistake. If it was Hakkai, then nothing would come of it. Infinitely easier to deal with. But if it was an assassin, then this would be too good an opportunity to pass up.

Ah, but the fallacy in Sanzo's logic lay in the fact that if Hakkai were a very good assassin, he wouldn't do something stupid enough to clue Sanzo in by acting unlike Hakkai. By the very fact that he had obviously fooled Sanzo thus far, he was either truly Hakkai or a very good fake.

And it didn't look like Sanzo would be finding out the difference any time soon.

Hakkai, or the very good fake depending on one's point of view, followed closely behind Sanzo. Not too closely, though. He could read the tension in the other man, and wasn't planning on accidentally making him snap. He wasn't Gojyo, after all.

Hakkai paused in midstep, blinking. ...Gojyo. Why did he have such a bad feeling all of a sudden?

The monk had taken a few more steps himself before he halted as well. Hakkai had suddenly stopped. Sanzo turned and flashed the beam towards him. There was a strange look on the other man's face, the faintest hint of sudden worry there.

Sanzo's eyes narrowed. "Is there problem?"

He wouldn't be very surprised if there was. It wasn't normal to just suddenly stop mid-step in the middle of the hallway, especially when they had a lot to accomplish in so limited a timeframe. Hakkai wasn't nearly as prone to dicking around as Gojyo or Goku were, so something was up.

The sudden light shining his way broke Hakkai out of his thoughts. He shook his head to clear it, moving quickly up to where Sanzo was. Just when he was getting the dots to go away, too.

"It's nothing. I must have imagined it. I apologize for stopping so suddenly." It couldn't possibly be anything. For one thing, his powers and senses were so clamped down here he couldn't possibly be sensing anything. It simply wasn't possible. For another... well, he had felt a connection with Kenren before, but since then there'd been no indication that there was anything between them.

No, it simply wasn't possible that anything could be wrong. So why wasn't the feeling going away despite his conviction?

From the raised eyebrow, it was clear that Sanzo wasn't completely buying it.

"What's this 'it' you say you imagined?" If it was enough to get the healer to stop them both, then he might as well hear it. He might have been able to brush it off, but Sanzo could read the tiniest doubt still lurking in Hakkai's eyes.

Ah well. At least now Hakkai could safely say that he hadn't been the reason they'd stopped.

"Were Gojyo here, I might say he'd gotten himself into some sort of trouble. Being that he is not here, though, I'm sure it's nothing." Except that he wasn't, and that was the problem. Kenren was not Gojyo, and anyway, Kenren could take care of himself. So it must be his imagination. Yes. Just his imagination.

Well, part of that had to be true. Regardless of where the kappa was, Sanzo didn't doubt he was fucking something up. Hakkai had to have gained some sense of familiarity after living with the roach for so long, but Sanzo didn't see how he could even manage that.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did. It's Gojyo," the last said all Sanzo really needed to say.

But overall stupidity or not, the pervert could take care of himself, to a point: the dumbass had a soft spot for women - crying ones especially - and was more likely to do something completely idiotic if those two qualities were combined

"It's also Kenren. Though his trouble seems to run in a different vein." He said it more to himself than to Sanzo. The acknowledgment of the connection between the two seemed to awaken the bad feeling to a whole new level.

Yet again, life proved utterly ironic.

He shook his head again. Even if it was Kenren, unless the feeling got a good deal more specific, he had no idea where to search for him. Unless... the CM-US trials? "Regardless, this conversation is wasting valuable time. Shall we continue on?"

It was more meant for himself, but Sanzo managed to catch it. Kenren. Great. The Gojyo-Look-Alike.

"I'm not even going to ask what the hell Kenren has to do with this."

That and how the hell could Hakkai even know what he was doing right now? Gojyo, Sanzo could understand: from what he'd been told, they'd just seemed to connect when they met. A miracle in itself, considering the kappa. Hakkai h ad probably needed to develop a sixth sense to deal with whatever shit Gojyo brought home with him.

Of course, the same could be said about connecting with Kenren. From what he'd observed of the interaction between the two (albeitedly, not too much), Hakkai seemed more comfortable around him than a normal stranger, which was something. The man might come off as more polite and refined to the average person, especially when compared with the other three - but Sanzo didn't remember him ever really warming up to another so fast.

The monk had also compared the reaction to Kenren to the one to Homura, and one was far warmer.

Goku had a weird reaction to Kenren too.

The monk frowned. Coupled with some of the cryptic hints that Homura and Kenren kept throwing out, the entire thing was troubling.

Sanzo just gave the other man a Look, then turned the flashlight back down the hallway. Hakkai was right: unless he could come up with some more specific, they were wasting time. "Fine. It's this way."

"I'm not entirely sure you would believe me if I told you, Sanzo. I'm not entirely sure I believe me." Which was true enough, in a Hakkai sort of way. His theory was farfetched at best, though grounded quite solidly in what he'd observed and been told.

He followed Sanzo dutifully down the hallway. Might as well focus on something useful he could actually do rather than chase after shadows.

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Hisoka nodded at Dias' explanation, committing these scraps of information to memory as he reached the corner and looked around. It wasn't the wisest idea to go barreling around corners with no clue what lied just around it.

"I believe our files will have these names of ours rather than our true names, so it's best to know now before we get there."

Turning the corner, the boy started down the hall, recognizing it despite it's darkened appearance. They would be near the Sun Room soon enough...

Tsuzuki frowned as he followed Hisoka. Even he was bright enough to figure out that it was a trick. He knew his name. He'd had it for almost a century now...

"What are they trying to do by making us forget out homes? Why are they bringing us here?" The questions were directed towards either person, though Tsuzuki fully expected Dias to answer since he'd obviously been here longer.

Kurosaki seemed to have a valid point; it probably would have occurred to Dias eventually - once they were in the file room, for example - but it didn't hurt to know going in what they ought to be looking for.

"I don't know," he said in reply to Tsuzuki's question. "It's obvious they're trying to brainwash us; they're trying to erase what we know to be true and replace our pasts and identities with the ones they've concocted for us. As to what they're hoping to accomplish by that...I don't know. It doesn't add up. If they've got enough power to pull people from all these worlds, why they haven't forcibly brainwashed us instead of just trying to convince us with transparent stories seems strange. And they must have good reasons for dragging us here, but presumably they have some plan in pulling the people they do - my friend was traveling with an entire party of warriors but they only chose him to bring here. I wasn't with them, yet I was brought here too. It doesn't make sense that they'd just bring us here at random but I don't know what it is they're trying to do."

It was only when articulating his bafflement to Tsuzuki that Dias realized just how much the seemingly inexplicable mysteries of the place had been eating away at him. He was genuinely irritated by the lack of understanding he had of the place, even after all this time, and by the fact that no answers seemed to be forthcoming - but he'd been so preoccupied with staying alive and looking out for his friends in this place that he hadn't given any conscious thought to the rhyme or reason of the institute (or lack thereof) until now.

Apparently, some part of him had been wondering at it all this time and had only just made itself known.

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((From here.))

The next hall revealed no monsters, but something interesting none the less. Both Sanzo and Hakkai, along with the temptation to pester. It'd been so long since he'd seen them, after all.

But alas, there was little time for it, and he gave them nothing more than a brief glance highlighted by a smug smile as he led his party past them...a promise to play more later.

"Have any of you encountered these rooms at night before?" While it certainly wouldn't stop their progress, it wouldn't hurt to have an idea of what to expect.

Kyouya watched the others carefully, his interest peaking at River's seemingly disjointed ramble and the reactions of the group, especially Homura's own subtle one. A psychic? Had he any experience with actual psychics, Kyouya might've immediately retreated, resenting the idea of being mind-read.

But this was something new. Besides, River hardly seemed threatening, especially now.

He reached out to touch her shoulder, tentatively. Genuine empathy was not a strong point, although Kyouya had faking compassion and sincerity down to an art. More than once had he had to comfort girls in the host club's run. "River-kun? Are you all right?"

Still, at least some of his concern for the girl was real. He suddenly wondered how Haruhi was dealing, if she was even here.

Raine flinched at River's words; why must every mind-reader in the area flock to her? Although ~~she told herself that~~ at least some of what River said was wrong... Raine wasn't faking calm, she was calm, as much as she ever was in the face of danger. Even if right now she was barely holding onto it.

She gave the girl a strange look for a moment, trying to decide if she should say anything or not, but decided she would regret it if she did. River looked almost as troubled now as Hisoka had that morning; maybe Landels really did have a few mental patients.

Raine was also not entirely sure of what she would end up saying if she let herself reply.

Instead, she told Homura, "I've at least been through the Sun Room, cafeteria, and the kitchen during Nightshift; Reinforce and I were there just last night, so we know the layout reasonably well." Raine had still been fairly distraught at the time, but she'd still managed to get a look around, and she thought she remembered it all well enough.

None of them could afford to be distracted right now, so she forced her mind back to the present moment as much as she could. At least River's words had likely been too cryptic for Reinforce especially to learn anything new.

Disorganized speech suggested incoherent thought. A common symptom of schizophrenia- jumping from subject to subject, each without conventional meaning. It would have been easy to so dismiss River's words, but they were not exactly meaningless. They might be fit to unconventional and disjointed phrases, but they followed discernible threads. Stories about people's lives.

Whose lives was obvious. Raine had worried about how her friends would do without her when they'd talked over dinner. Homura had called himself a 'heresy' on the message board. Anyone could know that, but even Reinforce hadn't known that one of these companions of Raine's was her brother. Both had visibly reacted to what the newcomer had said. Before coming here Reinforce would have attributed it to a little luck in guessing specifics on top of the usual fortune-teller's tricks, but at Landel's, and after meeting Schuldig, it was all too easy for her to accept that the girl was a telepath.

Easy to accept, and easy to mistrust. Reinforce's eyes narrowed, and she moved closer to Raine, as though she could interpose mental as well as physical bulk. For all she knew she could- after all, if telepathic abilities had no regard for distance there would be no discerning between near and distant minds, would there? And if minds had anything like size and opacity perceived telepathically hers likely was well beyond human extremes in both. Her suspicion quickly flagged in the face of River's obvious distress at the use of her abilities, but Raine had been guarded in speaking about her origins when they'd talked, and Reinforce would protect her privacy as well as her life if she could.

That protective intent didn't stop her from being curious, though. River's odd phrasings, spoken with little in the way of context, had the quality of a riddle. Once (still?) a broken being herself, the part about Raine being not whole especially intrigued her...

As did the part at the end. The many magics present in this place suggested that on some level their native realities existed concurrently, and by definition a 'different' reality contradicted any other, but whether there was a deeper insight into the nature of Landel's hidden in those words Reinforce couldn't tell.

She could feel the distrust from the other, two women. It was what so often spooked the passengers, and it was why Kaylee had grown to be afraid of her for so long. People retreating into themselves. No one liked the idea of another playing in their thoughts. It would hardly matter if she could help it or not, and it had made her relationships with everyone here that much more strained and tumultuous. Even Simon had grown to resent her; he'd given up his world for her and come to find her like this.

It was why she'd dealt with the devil. Why she had to go through with it. No one wanted her like this. She didn't want herself like this, a broken doll with severed strings. A puppet for a puppeteer. It was still better than this.

Homura seemed more intrigued than offended, and Kyouya even attempted some form of semi-sincere comfort. It was appreciated, and it was half-expected. Still, it would have to be said. But could you apologize to the farmer for killing his cows? The cows were always guiltless, would an apology be accepted for a reflexive slaughter of trust?

River shook her head, hanging it as she kept her feet trotting along. Two by two. Odd one out.

"Can't help it. I can't. I'm..." The girl bit her lip, steadying her voice as much as was possible. "I'm sorry. They cut it out. I can't. It's not mine. I have no right, but they're always there. At least thirty at once."

Homura frowned as he watched the focus threatened to shift from the objective. Kyouya, perhaps, could be forgiven for his misstep, though only after a quick reprimand; River, however, had declared herself a weapon, and weapons should know better than to fall apart on the battlefield.

Once the chosen sword of himself, Homura had little tolerance for useless things. Still, River too was young, and obviously upset by her own words. She could be inexperienced as well. Her age did seem to be betrayed by her apology, as Homura didn't understand what drove her to apologize.

River hadn't been the one who killed Rinrei, after all. And while he might not advertise his past, he wasn't ashamed of it either.

"If you can move on, then we move on with you. But if you cannot control your emotions or your abilities enough to remain focused, I will leave you here." His words were directed both at Kyouya and at River; there was only so much risk he would take, despite his fondness for one, and the potential of the other. "Our situation is perilous enough without unnecessary liabilities, and everyone here has a purpose. Now let's continue."

He kept his stare on the two young ones just long enough to let his words sink in, then nodded to Raine before moving forward. "Good. What sort of enemies did you encounter?"

Priorities. Of course. As Homura's words didn't exactly offer a choice, Kyouya calmly accepted the rebuke, not flinching at the long stare. He might've allowed himself to get distracted, but he wasn't ashamed.

"Ahh well," Kyouya sighed, in the manner of himself discovering that the third music room was out of a certain tea brand, rather than being stuck with alien people in an even more alien environment. How the hell had his silly, sheltered friends coped until now?

He half-listened to whatever would be Raine's reply as he leaned in closer to River. The girl seemed to be more composed now, but it couldn't hurt to offer reassurance. "Come now," he said, putting some false cheer in his tone, "you'll be fine with us."

Kyouya moved his hand to lightly touch River's back as if she were a skittish animal, and returned to watching their surroundings for threats.

[LET'S GO! (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/98413.html?thread=6176621#t6176621)]

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The halls on the way over to the kitchen were boring so far, but Kadaj did what he could to keep his mind from wandering. Now that he knew he was the favorite, he couldn't help but suspect that Sephiroth would try to do the exact same thing he had been doing up until that point and succeed in taking that away from him. He couldn't allow that to happen.

Echoing his earlier thoughts in an effort to keep the conversation going, he added, "We can go there after we're armed, if you like. Might be fun."

"We are impressed with what you have done here, Kadaj. From what I have seen of the humans, they sit about and tremble with fear over monsters and the like. You have done quite well in learning this place as well as meeting the challenge. Most impressed."

In truth, even Sephiroth was. It was clear from all he had seen that Kadaj had no allies beyond Yazoo, and yet the remnant had managed to accomplish learning the outlay of this place, seeking out weaknesses of others, and arming himself.

"You have prepared for our arrival better than the others could have any of their people."

Following behind Kadaj, Sephiroth's ego knew no bounds. Of course Kadaj would have far excelled beyond any human's abilities. Anything else would have been unacceptable. Keeping an eye behind them for any difficulties, Sephiroth made a thoughtful noise.

"I should like that. Seeing you in combat would be a treat. There would be a brand of poetic justice to it. Then we can find this Head Doctor."

In some distant way, Kadaj realized that under the circumstances, modesty would be a much better response than rubbing this in Sephiroth's face, but the part that knew that was very, very different than the one that ran his little world. Besides, with how discouraged he'd been feeling lately, he couldn't help but soak in this praise and use it to patch up his diminished confidence. After all, if things followed the same pattern they had been so far (like the president had said, he supposed), he'd end up miserable again when the sun rose. Might as well enjoy it now.

"I only did what I thought Mother would want me to do," he said, wearing the same sort of smile he had been earlier. Some of his paranoia was leaking away now, but it would probably never truly disappear. He'd learned the hard way what could happen when he let go of his suspicions too quickly and didn't particularly want to relearn that lesson anytime soon.

"I'll be sure to put on a show for you when we do encounter something, then," he added, this time with more of his usual smirk. That would be fun, but again, he could not screw it up when it happened. Humiliating himself in front of Sephiroth would be too much for him to handle.

"Mother is very pleased with you, Kadaj. You have been the most productive and best adaptable."

Sephiroth never considered that Kadaj might be believing that he was better. The idea itself was laughable to Sephiroth. They were only pieces of him, not a whole. Kadaj had been closer to the mark than Sephiroth would ever admit in that a part of himself was becoming a person versus a part.

"Mother and I do not require a show. She is pleased enough with you. I wish to see what you can do."

Had he known that Kadaj had been injured before, Sephiroth would have simply shrugged it off. Everyone was hurt or injured at sometime. It was the law of battle. Otherwise would have seemed odd to him.

"What of these monsters the others speak of? Have you seen ones besides the ones you said were at this medwing place?"

A katana might not work best if there were many of these creatures.

Productive and adaptable. He liked the sound of that. Pretty much everything Sephiroth was saying was to his taste now, really, but bits like that tended to stick out. So did the other parts that had Mother associated with them, but that went without saying, didn't it? Mother approved of him and his efforts. That had to mean he was forgiven for failing her before he had come to this place.

That thought still left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but now was not the time to ask Sephiroth and ruin the mood their conversation had at the moment. Maybe he could bring it up later, or possibly during the day. He did want to know as soon as possible, yes, but not if it would send him into despair again so quickly. So it would have to wait.

"I'm glad I've pleased her," he said somewhat distantly, walking ever onwards. This hall was so familiar by now that it almost made him sick. "If she really doesn't want a show, though, then I won't do t. I don't want to upset her."

He snapped out of his slight daze at the questions that came next, though, and he gave his head a slight shake as though to dislodge any remaining mental cobwebs. "I haven't run into any aside from the ones in the med wing, actually. Strange, isn't it? Most of my enemies so far have been the other patients. I have heard about some others, though. The president came across something that spread some black blood all over him, and I believe he mentioned it had a metal pyramid on its head. He also mentioned some woman, but she didn't seem quite as interesting. The pyramid headed creature has been mentioned on the bulletin board too, you know." Useful thing, that bulletin board. Too bad most people on it weren't the same.

"Interesting. I cannot recall a metal-headed creature."

The idea that there were monsters from other worlds either hadn't made itself known to Sephiroth or he merely considered his world to be the only one worth considering. Who knew with the likes of him. Following along behind Kadaj, he found himself a bit curious about why they hadn't encountered anything yet.

"Perhaps they are aware that we are far superior to these humans. Predators usually go for the weaker species to feed on than the higher ones."

Yeah, he had an ego.

"You would not upset her. She merely does not wish you to waste yourself on lesser creatures unless it amuses you to do so. If it does, then by all means do so."

It didn't matter to him. Kadaj could defeat anything in his path. If he couldn't, Sephiroth would ensure that he did. He couldn't let a part of himself be defeated or injured after all, could he?

Attacking the weaker ones... that made sense. Kadaj smirked to himself and kept walking, still thinking about it. Both times he had encountered trouble, he'd been in a group, and with that and the other information in mind, it made sense to think that he wouldn't have come across any enemies if he'd been on his own. The only possible flaw to this was that Elena was far too stupid a predator to have done anything so logical without it being a fluke, but that could be easily overlooked.

Nodding to show his understanding of the matter, he quickly moved on to the far more interesting subject of just what exactly Mother thought. Even if the message came through Sephiroth, he trusted it completely, and he was all too willing to follow it to the letter. "Only if it amuses me, then. I won't waste myself." Would hearing that please her? He hoped it would.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice they'd arrived at the Sun Room until he found himself automatically turning towards it. After a brief glance in Sephiroth's direction to make sure his brother hadn't noticed his preoccupation, he stepped inside.

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Nightshift 23 -- Hallway Outside Sun Room/Entry Room

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