Night 54: East Wing, Hall A [2nd Floor]

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]So far, it seemed they were the only ones on that side of the main hall. Edgar wasn't about to complain- after all, that meant the storerooms would still be full, the wares there not yet picked clean by other resourceful patients. He shook his light as the beam wavered again, shining it down the corridor and into the corners. The

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"Something funny is definitely going on... it has something to do with food." Marc's statement brought the girl at lunch yesterday to mind: her insistence that it would be possible to be drugged without tasting it, which was true, and without being aware of any effects, which L doubted. He hadn't had the opportunity to tell her that it was difficult to prove you had been drugged if there had been no results to experience or observe. It would be the same as never having been drugged at all, which would make it harmless.

--Maybe. The suggestion that their food had been tampered with didn't decrease his sense of uneasiness.

Figaro bypassed his question, heading down the hall to their first destination without answering, and kneeling to break the lock. A frown flickered across L's face in response, but he didn't press the matter.

[To here.]

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

That quick glance was followed by a second, longer look over his shoulder as Edgar crossed into the hall. Ryuuzaki seemed like an individual who wasn't fazed by much- either that, or he preferred to keep his emotions under control. Edgar could relate: he'd spent years stifling incredible disgust as he greeted the Imperial ambassadors with a smile. Kefka was an especially hard sell.

That was why he found it so odd to see Ryuuzaki looking disconcerted to any degree. Edgar made no attempt to hide his confusion. Was it something he'd said? No, he'd not mentioned anything that startling. Perhaps it was Project 2911 taking effect. It wasn't entirely out of the question. If it was- and if his own possible knowledge of those undergoing the "special counseling" was indeed a result of the project- then why did affect Ryuuzaki so much later?

Edgar turned to face his companion. "Something wrong, Ryuuzaki?"

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L met Edgar's question with a speculative look and a beat of silence

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

Aside from the silence now filling the hallway, the lack of voices indicating that the other patients had moved from the area, the corridor was unchanged. Edgar gave the hallway a cautionary sweep anyway, if simply out of habit.

As before, there was nothing, though not even the sound of their own conversation was there to fill the void this time. Though he didn't ask, Edgar could only assume the box of Daniel Laurier had given Ryuuzaki something to think about. His own certainly had. "Which way now?"

[windstwilight]

[from here]

And this hall was quiet. The girl glanced around, eyes catching on the door needed. Cool. Someone had thought to break it open already for them. "There was this guy a while back who proclaimed himself an actual god... And there are people here who say they aren't human in their natural form. Stuff like that. This place is full of interesting people."

Any of whom, who, given the chance, could likely blow this place up with their own power.

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Interesting like...a robot, perhaps? A pirate? An android? Hmm. Amused, Maya considered the odd conversations she'd had the last few days. They made quite more sense now, but Maya wasn't keen on simply accepting those assertions on the words of what may be madmen or madwomen. Even if it meant Maya would be doubted herself, but the Fangire existence was a secret from most humans anyway, hm?

"What do you do? What's it like?" Not to catch Senna in a lie, or to have her prove anything; merely curious.

But on the topic of curiosity.... Maya took a moment to look around. The previous hallway had been more or less more of the same, but this one was lined with doors. Not unlike the bedroom halls, but Maya noticed the spacing between the doors were not as even. "Storerooms, I presume?" she asked, wandering over to inspect the doorknob of one.

[windstwilight]

As a Shinigami. Right. Focus on that and not the rest. As Maya wandered, Senna moved to the correct door and leaned next to it, content to wait until the other was satisfied. Storerooms? She couldn't say. "Don't know really. I haven't been in a lot of areas inside. I've been mostly doing outside work."

For the other stuff... "Well. We help the spirits of the dead pass on, for one. Some just need a little help, and we can provide that. Others... get a bit more problematic if left alone, and we sometimes have to fight them. Along with some other stuff." Which... she wasn't going into. "It's not too bad really. I mean, I don't have to deal with some of the class system stuff going on, since I'm mainly in the human world, but in general...." She smiled to herself, thinking of a little boy waving to her. "It's nice. To be able to help people like that."

[selfnighted]

To Maya, it sounded like a lot of effort for little gain. Class system, indeed. Though she supposed the feeling of helping people was its own reward, in a sense.

"Do you come across spirits who are...unusual?" she asked as she abandoned the doorknob and approached. For all Maya knew, the spirits of Fangire might be commonplace for Senna. Then again, perhaps not. Maya knew of several rites that called on the souls of shattered Fangire. A mystery, indeed.

Less so than what were behind these doors, perhaps. "Shall we explore the other doors afterward, then?"

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[from here]

They had been nearing the location set upon when Ritsuka offered more instructions. On the right... Were a few doors. Though one had been swung open, the knob lying on the floor. It'd be perfectly simple if that was their goal--a door already opened. However, Albedo's attentions flitted more towards his friend, who seemed to be worsening.

Albedo frowned, and leaned towards Ritsuka, offering a shoulder for support if was needed. He wanted to ask if he was okay, but less than loud speaking seemed not to be heard clearly, and Albedo didn't want to draw attention to the fact if it was unwanted. So instead he tilted his head, concerned. Was it all related to his hearing being disrupted? Or was there something else that Albedo hadn't noticed?

[human_sponge]

It looked like he'd made the right choice in heading out with Ritsuka tonight, since the kid seemed to know where he was going even if he wasn't as ready for a fight. Granted, Peter didn't think that someone so young should know even the smallest thing about fighting, but Albedo had already proved that that was a naive view.

He followed after the pair, noticing the closeness between them that was lingering. It almost felt like the two boys were having a quiet conversation due to the fact that Ritsuka could barely hear what they were saying.

But that wasn't his concern, and more than that, they had a few options to choose from. Peter also noticed how one of the doors looked like it had been broken into already, but he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. "Do you have any idea, Ritsuka?" he asked the boy, making sure to look straight at him so that he realized he was asking a question. He was willing to try them one-by-one if need be, but there was no harm in checking first.

[forgot_it_all]

When he saw there was nothing in this hallway to indicate danger, Ritsuka let some of the tension in his shoulders relax. Not all, because he knew that things tended to drop down from above or some screaming down the hallway like they just materialized out of thin air, but some. There were several doors on the right and Ritsuka had to think hard on which one it was. The first had been unlocked and if he recalled, nothing much to look at. There was one door open though and the handle was broken so maybe