Night 52: Rec Field

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

[from here]

This was already further than Sai had gotten the past couple nights, which was saying something. It was getting over the wall that would be the real test, though. The actual act of scaling the brick would be simple, but the night had an odd way of ending before he'd gotten beyond that point. Hopefully the same wouldn't hold true this time around.

The important thing was to just keep on the move. Chances were there would already be something or someone in the field waiting to hinder them and keep them from their goal. If they could avoid them, and avoid getting drawn into a pointless struggle, then perhaps they could actually get into the woods for once. Of course, this was much easier said than done. He'd been controlled by the Institute once before, and he knew how easy it could be just to keep a patient with their abilities dampened from getting between one door and another.

He would tell himself to think positive, except that wasn't really what Sai was known for.

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[stealthetruth.livejournal.com]

"... Oh." Kay eyed the sky, her trepidation increased tenfold. "Maybe we should walk really close to the wall," she suggested, 'cause if he was going to attract giant birds with that, so was she. "You know, so we're hard to get at." Kay wasn't blushing, 'cause she could deal with sex talk as well as the next teen, but she had to admit that seeing Big Tough McBuffson over there turn pink was kinda funny and cute.

"You wouldn't happen to know where a girl could find some info on the people running this place, would you?" she asked, drifting towards the wall.

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"My thoughts exactly." That along with 'Oh by the Emperor why does covering all the angles have to include doing that what is wrong with this place.' It wasn't really that the idea was intimidating, it was just... something that wasn't supposed to happen. Not with the he'd been brought up and trained, anyway. Still, how uncomfortable he was with the idea was probably obvious.

"The bulletin is generally a good place to start. Explicit information can't be traded unless it's coded or in some language the nurses don't understand, but you can at least find someone willing to talk," he offered.

[stealthetruth.livejournal.com]

Everything was wrong with this place, that is what was wrong with this place. Kay edged into a more defensible position-- one very close to Mr. Military-- and walked a little faster across the field.

"Well, yeah, but I meant-- more evidence than testimony, you know?" she said, since the bulletin was nice (let her get in contact with Ema, after all!) but not the sort of solid proof a Thief of Truth needed. "Though what's this about the nurses? I haven't had any problems yet..."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

[You can has seeing the shadow fuckery!]

"I wouldn't be able to tell you, then. Most everyone is focused solely on getting out, not what to show people once they do." At least that was how it seemed to him.

When the moon came out, 622 cursed under his breath. Now it would be harder to go unnoticed, but at least he could turn off his glowrod, with how light it was now.

The only problem was, Landel started talking over the comms. Well, ranting was the more accurate term for what he was doing. Whatever he'd been going on about all evening hadn't really been the focus of his attention, he'd gotten used to listening to the vague but lengthy complaints, with nothing ever really coming of them. Therefore, he assumed, nothing would.

Until he turned to look back at the Institute to check for flying hostiles, and a sudden movement at his feet made him leap back several feet, ready to fight whatever it was he'd just seen out of the corner of his eye.

It took him a few moments to realize that the dark shape pulling itself out of the ground looked like him. "What the fek?!" He managed to keep the exclamation quiet, but this was simply too strange. His shadow was extricating itself from the ground, looking like a silhouette of a fully armored Stormtrooper Sergeant. This was simply too strange for words.

[stealthetruth.livejournal.com]

"Well, that won't help to bring the villains to justice at all!" And that was the bit that was important, almost more than escaping. "I'll have to ask around tomorrow, I guess. There's gotta be records somewhere, just to keep everything straight, right?" She continued hurrying along, eager to get to the possible weapons.

That is, until TK-622 swore behind her (she assumed "fek" was swearing, or at least he said it like it was a swear word), and she turned around, and "What the hell is that?!" she yelped.