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Kiba had barely made headway into the next portion of the long corridor when he heard the tell-tale crackle of the intercom, the static giving way to harsh, labored breathing and a voice as familiar as it was obnoxious. Kiba automatically stiffened, face hardening as he slowed to a cautious, though not complete stop. He grit his teeth, ears registering the broadcast, though unsure of what to make of it.
He didn’t know who this Jill was, or, hell, any of the people the bastard was mentioning by name—perhaps that was something to ask Sakura or Shikamaru later—but, as Landel’s speech wore on, he liked it less and less. It was distinctly unsettling, and part of him obstinately wanted to ignore it entirely and be on his way. But he couldn't ignore it. He knew that listening to the what the man had to say was important, even if the man himself was nothing more than a two-faced, bi-polar bastard who insisted on living a lie that no one believed to begin with.
He snorted, beginning to pick up his pace along the hall again as the doctor’s message seemed to be coming to an end, but he had barely begun to do so when ears picked up a growing electric hum followed by a sudden explosion of light, the brightness almost blinding to Kiba’s night-adjusted eyes.
In less than a second, lightbulbs cracked and shattered, the air filled with the sounds of falling glass and the smell of something like burnt plastic. With a barely hissed-out curse Kiba immediately ran towards the wall, his stance stiff and defensive as he put his back against it and waited. The lights faded, dimming or dying entirely if they were not all ready broken beyond repair, and things were silent once again. Another few seconds passed. Nothing, save the haphazard flickering of lights along the hallway and the adjoining corridor.
What the hell had just happened?
His body, which had went rigid the moment the lights had flared to life, eased into a more relaxed position, though there was a sort of apprehensive tenseness in his limbs that had yet to vacate his body. His eyes narrowed.
He didn’t know what the doctor was up to, if anything at all, but he didn’t intend to stand around and find out.
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Kiba had barely made headway into the next portion of the long corridor when he heard the tell-tale crackle of the intercom, the static giving way to harsh, labored breathing and a voice as familiar as it was obnoxious. Kiba automatically stiffened, face hardening as he slowed to a cautious, though not complete stop. He grit his teeth, ears registering the broadcast, though unsure of what to make of it.
He didn’t know who this Jill was, or, hell, any of the people the bastard was mentioning by name—perhaps that was something to ask Sakura or Shikamaru later—but, as Landel’s speech wore on, he liked it less and less. It was distinctly unsettling, and part of him obstinately wanted to ignore it entirely and be on his way. But he couldn't ignore it. He knew that listening to the what the man had to say was important, even if the man himself was nothing more than a two-faced, bi-polar bastard who insisted on living a lie that no one believed to begin with.
He snorted, beginning to pick up his pace along the hall again as the doctor’s message seemed to be coming to an end, but he had barely begun to do so when ears picked up a growing electric hum followed by a sudden explosion of light, the brightness almost blinding to Kiba’s night-adjusted eyes.
In less than a second, lightbulbs cracked and shattered, the air filled with the sounds of falling glass and the smell of something like burnt plastic. With a barely hissed-out curse Kiba immediately ran towards the wall, his stance stiff and defensive as he put his back against it and waited. The lights faded, dimming or dying entirely if they were not all ready broken beyond repair, and things were silent once again. Another few seconds passed. Nothing, save the haphazard flickering of lights along the hallway and the adjoining corridor.
What the hell had just happened?
His body, which had went rigid the moment the lights had flared to life, eased into a more relaxed position, though there was a sort of apprehensive tenseness in his limbs that had yet to vacate his body. His eyes narrowed.
He didn’t know what the doctor was up to, if anything at all, but he didn’t intend to stand around and find out.
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