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damned_institute2010-10-14 11:34 pm
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Night 52: Main Hallway, 1-East
[From here]
If there was one piece of vital information that Xemnas had already grasped during his short stay here, it was that the second floor's main corridor was usually one that was guarded. As the Sun room, it was a center area that was often traversed by the various patients confined within these walls, making it rather logical to position something that would cause inevitable hindrance to those that would wander within the area.
Tempting fate by using that same route would likely result in unnecessary delay, as observing the very abominations that the head doctor allowed to roam freely in these halls wasn't among his goals tonight. Perhaps his current route would have seemed like a detour to anyone else, but to the Superior who could not feel the fear likely grasping some of those part of an existence, it was merely the most efficient way of reaching his destination. That was, however, not to say that he would not find any inconveniences along the way.
It was without any difficulties that the Nobody reached the Eastern wing of the institute, though it left little reason to rejoice. The darkness was still unmoved, not yet revealing that what lurked within. There was the briefest of pauses in the sound of his own footsteps as he searched for something that may leap from the darkness.
Concluding it to be relatively safe for now, Xemnas headed for the most Eastern staircase.
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If there was one piece of vital information that Xemnas had already grasped during his short stay here, it was that the second floor's main corridor was usually one that was guarded. As the Sun room, it was a center area that was often traversed by the various patients confined within these walls, making it rather logical to position something that would cause inevitable hindrance to those that would wander within the area.
Tempting fate by using that same route would likely result in unnecessary delay, as observing the very abominations that the head doctor allowed to roam freely in these halls wasn't among his goals tonight. Perhaps his current route would have seemed like a detour to anyone else, but to the Superior who could not feel the fear likely grasping some of those part of an existence, it was merely the most efficient way of reaching his destination. That was, however, not to say that he would not find any inconveniences along the way.
It was without any difficulties that the Nobody reached the Eastern wing of the institute, though it left little reason to rejoice. The darkness was still unmoved, not yet revealing that what lurked within. There was the briefest of pauses in the sound of his own footsteps as he searched for something that may leap from the darkness.
Concluding it to be relatively safe for now, Xemnas headed for the most Eastern staircase.
[To here]
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The shadow continued, as if Mello hadn't spoken at all. "That's why I work so well. It's why these--" It reached over and flicked the side of Mello's head. "--work so well."
"Ow, fuck you!" He stopped, and turned to fix the shadow with a glare. He'd felt that, but he knew if he tried another punch, he still wouldn't be able to lay a finger on the thing.
The shadow's smirk got bigger. "You're so conceited, you can't imagine that rules and limits apply to you. So every time you run into some that do, you're so bloody shocked, one would think the world was ending."
"What am I supposed to do, then?" Mello said. "Give up?" The shadow was arguing towards something; he knew that tone.
"Getting the hell over yourself would be a start. Then, if you felt really advanced, you could try to get it through your head that everyone knows what you're hiding with that arrogant act." It shrugged, lazily, one-shouldered. "But you're only asking because you think it'll make me stop. It won't."
"Right, god forbid you should stop talking for half a second," Mello said, and held out his hand to Matt for the cigarette.
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He glared at his own shadow as he listened to his friend's, as if to tell it, Just try something like that, see what I do.
...probably, he'd do nothing. But his shadow didn't have to know that.
Still, as they walked on, Matt trying his best to keep up with Mello and his mouthy shadow, his own did nothing; it just followed along the wall, like it was supposed to. Like a good shadow, was all Matt could think as he continued along down the hallway, making sure to stick close to his friend – and pointedly ignoring Mello's doppelganger.
He couldn't ignore their... weird conversation of sorts, but Matt was trying hard not to let any part of it really get to him. It didn't really seem to be his place, to butt into what was essentially Mello berating himself, an act that, until recently, had obviously been an internal affair. Matt himself had never really been one to second-guess himself the way he was sure now that his friend always had been, beneath the surface; it was somewhat disturbing, for that kind of private chaos to be brought to the outside. The brunet sincerely hoped he would never have to endure it.
Of course, he couldn't feel sorry for Mello - no, the blond deserved what he got, especially if he couldn't deal with his own shadow. It was a lousy of Landel to pull that sort of trick on someone, but it wouldn't be for much longer, he knew, and the shadow apparently wasn't going to physically harm them any more than they already were.
...there wasn't really anything he could say to it. It was obviously just going to keep messing with Mello's head; all Matt could possibly do was remind the blond just how hard he'd worked to get as far as they had. Which, yes, wasn't as far as they'd both expected themselves to be, but progress was still progress, nonetheless.
Instead of addressing the shadow, he looked straight at Mello, his expression blank and calm. His nose had finally stopped bleeding, so he ditched the shirt quickly before telling the other boy, "Dude, just- Just ignore it. It wants you to get all riled up and pissy, like you do, but you shouldn't give it what it wants.
"...we've made it this far, haven't we? It might not seem like much, but at least we're trying something. We haven't given up yet- And I doubt we will." He slowed his steps, watching the blond intently. "At least, I hope we don't." With that said, he gave his friend a meaningful look.