Night 54: M1-M10 Hallway
Having to endure an empty room for yet another night had Sora worried. Were they not planning to give him a new roommate? He didn't know how these soldier people worked -- would they rather that patients were left in their rooms alone? That didn't make much sense, but he really didn't know what to expect anymore
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"Knock knock!" Yuffie called, as she rapped awkwardly on the door of M2. Both of her hands were full, but in the end she'd decided to forgo knocking with her forehead (or her foot) in favor of just, you know. Adjusting her grip on the sheaf of papers. "Ninja Express, special delivery for Dean!"
What exactly a 'ninja' was, Yuffie didn't know. She had a vague yet sure feeling that it was something amazing, something special, something that she was the best at. She knew that it was why she never carried a flashlight; why wearing short shorts was practical as well as cute; why she had a short sword-wakizashi-at her hip and two knives hidden away, even with the gigantic shuriken securely in hand. She also knew that it was how she had two knives hidden away, because gawd knew that it took skill and ingenuity to hide much of anything on an outfit like the one she was wearing.
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Dean opened the door. He stared.
Yuffie was a friggen walking arsenal, and not only that, but she was old school. Was that a short sword? Who carried those? Machetes were more his thing, except staring at what she was packing, Dean wasn't thinking much of machetes. Where she even got a hugeass ninja star was beyond him. Much less how she could possibly hide that in the rooms without someone getting suspicious. Color Dean impressed. He moved to stand aside, letting Yuffie in. He wasn't too worried about a possible demon: not with the salt line around M2 or the devil's trap on the ceiling.
Fruity crayon or not.
"Overkill much?" Dean said as he walked inside M2 and turned around by the desk, hand on his him. Okay, yeah, he couldn't stop staring at the ninja star. It looked like it should be pretty heavy but either it was made out of cardboard or it must've been made of something he hadn't ever heard of for a skinny chick like that to carry it that easily.
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With unabashed curiosity, Yuffie stared around the Spartan bedroom, even as she held out the papers for Dean to take. The room wasn't any different from her own, of course; all of them were the same. But it looked like she'd made more personal touches than Dean. … 'cept for maybe that big ol'…. Uhm… symbol-thingie he'd drawn on the ceiling. She squinted up at it, tilting her head. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, unless she'd gone and forgotten it ( ... )
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Dean was still trying to figure out how you could possibly lose a bigass shuriken in the first place as Yuffie got a look around. And then brought up the funky feeling.
"More like stomach but now that you mention it..." Dean trailed off. Actually, he did feel a little weird up there too, right in the back of his head, this kinda light pressure as if someone being a dick and poking him right there. What was with that? That wasn't no food poisoning, and Yuffie getting something similar. Dean moved to lean up against the desk's edge, folding his arms over his chest. "Kinda. Right here," he patted the back of his head. "What about you ( ... )
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When Dean moved to lean against his desk, Yuffie followed suit-except she made a beeline for the closet. Her instincts suggested that she open it and root around inside, but she squashed them. There'd be time for that later, preferably when he wasn't standing right there in front of her. "Uhm, well… how to put this…" she trailed off, tapping her knuckles against her chin. In the end, when a handful of seconds had ticked happily on by and serious, thoughtful words to say still hadn't come to her, Yuffie decided that her best (and only) option was to blurt: "It's… actually, it feels kind of a lot like I'm missing most of my life, probably because I am, and gawd, that's a lot of stuff to miss. I'm pretty damn sure by now that I don't remember anythin' from before I came here. To Landel's in general, I mean ( ... )
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She knew that she had friends from back home trapped here right alongside her. She knew that there was something… wrong, about that. Things didn't add up between them. But it was fuzzy; remembering memories of memories was like trying to hold water in cupped hands. Or, was it…? Yuffie sighed, knocking her head back against the door of the closet. All this thinking around and around in circles was gonna give her one hell of a headache, especially if she kept taking it so seriously.
"It's more than just possible, sheesh… considerin' some of the other stuff Landel and his cronies got up to, this stuff must be easy-peasy." But the idea of it being permanent-she hadn't even thought about that! Yuffie froze, trying desperately to reassure herself that despite what she'd just said aloud to Dean, no ( ... )
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… And then the radio came on.
"So head away from the building if you want to chat, okay?" said the faceless voice. The words jumped out at her, practically smacking her in the face. It had been way too long since she'd last made a try for the world outside; a few days, at least ( ... )
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The move was instantaneous, and Castiel felt the change in temperature (from the cold outside air to the more heated patient room) and yet managed to keep his balance and bearing. He was right at Dean's side, as he'd planned to be, with Orihara standing next to him.
He took his hand off of the young man immediately, turning to Dean first. Though he didn't miss the fact that there was one other patient there, a girl in full outfit and heavily armed. Her choice of weaponry was a bit antiquated, though Castiel wasn't one to judge such a thing, seeing how he normally fought with a knife or his fists.
"Dean," he greeted immediately, only realizing at a delay that this version of the older Winchester wasn't exactly used to his sudden appearances.
But this was fortunate. It would prove that he wasn't all talk, that he was in fact capable of more than a human. Whether it would convince the man that he was an angel remained to be seen, but he was allowing himself to be hopeful.
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Izaya might have enjoyed the first instance of teleporting, but this second one was another matter. He'd been prepared for the first time (or as prepared as he could have been), but Castiel had taken hold of his arm without warning this time. A wave of uncertainty washed over him, about-... Well, it must have been about the teleporting. If Castiel could only go places he'd been, was this really usefully? Was this even safeThe next thing he knew, they were back inside, near a man and a young lady in clothes that might have been trendy somewhere, but who (thanks to the weapons) practically looked like she was dressed in some cosplay. Castiel apparently knew the guy ( ... )
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Half a second before, wham! Two guys! Out of nowhere!
"The hell?!" Yuffie yelped, startling backwards. The motion took her straight into the closed door of the closet; the handle dug uncomfortably into her back, and she hopped forward again to escape it. "You guys-that's-rude, geez!" It was halfway through her mess of exclamations that Yuffie realized she'd automatically brought her shuriken up, holding it at the ready to… to… decapitate, or something. Maybe. (And there it went, in the back of her mind; a quick-flash replay of solid steel and cracking bones ( ... )
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Dean jumped at the voice and presence suddenly at his side, starting as he whirled away and found himself almost side by side with Yuffie. Okay, so having a wall at your back wasn't the best move but what the hell? How did Castiel and - okay, he didn't know who the other guy was, but seriously, did it even matter - get in here. Dean had his hand on his knife without even thinking about it, even if Yuffie had beat him to the punch with her shuriken. Dean didn't quite relax, his heart still racing as he glanced from Castiel to...well, whoever his pal was.
"How'd you get in here?" Dean found his voice. "Who're you?"
Castiel, he knew. But seeing as he plain wasn't used to people just beaming into his room, he thought he had a right to know who was gonna be popping in. Was this more of those rings teleporting folks around? Dean couldn't even tell Yuffie, with her memory all shot to hell, if this was normal, 'cause he didn't even know himself.
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