Night 53: Main Hallway 1-Center

[windstwilight]

[from here]And the center of the main hallways it was. Nice and tidy, right, right; a bit too quiet to be sure, but hey. The place would probably liven up soon, one way or the other. She, on the other hand, just needed to wait here for this Scott guy so they could go on their important mission of stealing instruments that may or may not be there

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[zack_fair]

[From here.]A few more strides with his long legs, and he was right in front of the Sun Room door. More than that, though, it looked like there was only one other patient around -- a young girl who was well-armed. Better than him, that is. He would have been jealous, though he doubted he could handle such a thin-bladed weapon very well. Better than the pry bar, maybe, but still

[blood_and_pocky]

[from here]

“There he is. Let‘s go,” he said aloud once the Sun Room was in view, a comment spoken partly for Sasuke’s benefit and partly out of absent thought.

Finally, they could begin. The days dragged on and were generally useless, while these small slivers of night, where they could move and further their own investigations, where he could be in his own element, were when the biggest pushes forward occurred. Frustrated energy was just as galvanizing as a full belly; he wanted to do something besides plot and unwillingly sunbathe.

He narrowed in on Zack, slowing as he and Sasuke came within distance, though he was reluctant to stop entirely. Surely the others were tired of joining together only to fail to accomplish anything, too. “Zack. Are you ready?”

[train_tracer]

[From here]There seemed to already be people here, so Vino slipped around them, focusing on his own goals. He worked alone, after all. Whatever these people were planning or meeting up about, he had no interest in it. He did not eavesdrop -- that wasn't right

[promisedawhale]

[from here]

Was he becoming too relaxed in this place? No, that couldn't be. There was no way that he could be relaxed with the possibility of a monster lurking around each and every corner (and in shadows and over the intercom and... well, everywhere). What a difference the comfort of defense could make!

"Ahh, but I do wish I could sing..." Brook sighed, "Yet nothing to cry over! Yohohoho! Now if I recall you simply go straight from here..." Stopping just outside of the Sun Room doors, Brook turned his attention around at each direction he could head, contemplating if he really wanted to risk the unknown that evening.

[train_tracer]

The approach of another set of footsteps from the right made Vino pause if only to take a glance off to the side to observe the newcomer and then continue once he had acknowledged this new presence. An older man of uncommonly tall stature, thin also, a head of black hair going in all kinds of directions and covering his head like an obscenely fuzzy wool hat. Or whatever. All in all, it was someone who would definitely had stood out in a crowd, towering well above everyone else and not quite carrying himself in quite the same way. Well, that much was obvious, Vino thought. There must have been certain accommodations made for someone of such stature.

He had raised his hand to the door handle again when the snatch of words caught his attention. Really, it was almost luck how the tall man happened to pass by him just as he made to turn the knob. If Vino had known what might have been in that entry room

[promisedawhale]

Although he may have been humming, Brook wasn't humming so loud that he could not hear things around him. He wanted to be sure that, should anything be trying to sneak up on him, he'd be able to hear it before seeing it! But a voice asking for assistance was much more pleasant to hear than say... the growling of some ferocious beast. Or at least Brook thought so.

Though it would have been a bit better had he heard first instead of felt the tapping on his arm. Brook started a bit, his song halting as his hair nearly hit the ceiling from the jump he made. Rounding towards his arm, Brook prepared for something that might want him for dinner, however found there was no need for such tension. Another patient, red-haired and inquisitional was asking him for some assistance! So much more welcoming

[witchdetective]

[ from here ]

Their destination wasn't far, and lucky for them, they weren't heading towards the Sun Room. Erika hadn't personally gone into that room during the night, but Momo made a point of avoiding this way. It was the most direct way, so Erika wasn't surprised that it might have been guarded or something. Since Sync had gone down there before, maybe he would know.

"So, is the Sun Room guarded at night? My 'friend' made a point of going around the back; of course, we still ran into some problems." Not that it was anything difficult to pass, merely annoying. She supposed the Sun Room was going to be a different matter... So she wanted to know if it was worth the effort or not to go through that place.

[ran_on_empty]

As expected, what traffic they faced during the start of the hallway seemed to dissipated as they continued. In fact, the pace they set themselves was comfortable enough to where Sync didn't mind the slew of questions Erika was presenting. He gave himself a moment to think, coming to realize that there had never really been a time where the Sun Room wasn't without its designated guard for the night.

"Every time I've been there someone different was guarding it." Which must have been reason enough for most people not to bother with the basement altogether, tough the method of approach was never the same. While they barely managed to escape one encounter, the other was nothing more than a quick stroll.

"It depends on luck with who you end up with." He had a feeling Erika wouldn't be satisfied with an answer like that, but so far he hadn't been able to pick out a definite pattern with those encounters.

[witchdetective]

Sync's feeling was right, as Erika frowned when she heard him describe the guards. Rather, he didn't describe them all, merely saying that it was someone different. Someone, not something. Erika was getting the picture; if her suspicions were correct, then there would be a reason for a seemingly random pattern

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

Folding his map and returning it to his pocket, the Scarecrow looked over his shoulder to make sure Mele was still there. He'd left in an awful hurry, but there wasn't time to lose if they were hoping to reach the second floor before the witches did.

"Believe me, Mele, I'm glad you're coming with me," he said cheerfully. "While this could be dangerous and I'd rather you be safe and all, I'm glad to have your company, especially if something like last night happens again." Oh, those shadows! While it had been only Depth Charge's that was misbehaving, it seemed his wasn't the only one in the Institute to act like that. What if it had happened to his? Would he have been able to see it, or would he have had to run from a danger he didn't even know was there? The thought was one that left the Scarecrow even more grateful for his friends.

"Did you see your shadow, too?" he continued, having nearly forgotten to ask.

[mugenreppa]

Interesting choice, to go to the other stairs. Well, but that was because Mele hadn't known there were stairs over there. She'd never thought to cross the hall in front of the Sun Room, probably because she passed the Sun Room all the time in the day.

"No," Mele lied, not wanting to talk about the shadows. "None of us are safe anywhere," she responded to Scarecrow's sentiment.

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[vsyourface]

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Scott slung his bat back over his shoulder as he slowed down and moved through the thinning crowd. "Okay, all black, purple hair, all black, purple hair..." he repeated to himself, all the while trying to ignore the fact that it was almost impossible to tell purple apart from black at first glance in this lighting.

He scanned his newly strengthened flashlight beam down the hall, catching glimpses of other patients before finally seeing one (incredibly short) girl in a black, Japanese-type kimono-thingy, whatever they were called. The hair colour was confirmed with a quick swish of the beam upward. Cute in a schoolgirl kind if way, Scott thought of the ponytail. She was probably the one he was looking for, unless Senna had a hot twin sister she hadn't said anything about.

"Hey," he said with a wave to get the girl's attention, making his way over to her. "I'm Scott. From the bulletin board? I'm guessing you must be- sword!" Scott pointed his arm rail-straight at the sword on Senna's hip, newly revealed by his

[windstwilight]

...She was reminded of Peter. Why was she reminded of Peter?

Her expression swelled for a moment as she tried to withhold herself, but it was a failed endeavor. The girl burst out laughing, the sound carrying down the hall. It was... a weird sound in all the creepy darkness, so she sobered faster than she would have, wiping at her eyes. "Can you use a sword? 'Cause it'd be pretty silly to have one that you couldn't use."

So this was Scott. Seemed about the same he was on the board, except more... spazzy. Which was fine. It was a lot easier to deal with normal people than uptight missionaries all the time. She grinned at him, then held up her hands--making a C with one and putting her forefinger and thumb of the other hand next to it. Real life emote. :) "Yep! I'm Senna."

[vsyourface]

Scott was lucky that red cheeks were also hard to see in this lighting

[windstwilight]

"Good!" she answered with a smile. This kid was definitely a relief from the norm. "I'll have to remember if I don't find a home for my other two swords.~" Be it that she'd have to take a roll call of the LDGC to see who was still here before she knew who to give Falis and Meche's swords to... And that she wasn't looking forward to that at all, and really had been putting off doing it.... She was almost sure Soma was still here, but for anyone else... Damnit. She had no fucking clue if anyone else was left. Their numbers had depleted.

And thinking of it that way was a lot better than thinking about who she had lost.

Senna blew out a breath of air, pushing off the wall to stretch her arms over her head. "Yep! Sounds good." He was pointing the way she had planned so all was fine. Just another night, another set of travels.

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