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Night 55: M41-M50 Hallway

Apr 01, 2011 16:52

.....Ow. Okay, uh. Was all that static really necessary? If that guy was hoping to give everyone a migraine, he was certainly on the right track. He excelled at being annoying as much as he did delivering creepy, cryptic messages. Alright. Good for you, whoever you were.

But no matter. The strange speech over the intercom was the least of the ( Read more... )

byrne, claude, depth charge, lightning, two-face, lunge, snow, zack, mccoy, the scarecrow

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unheroed April 1 2011, 22:25:00 UTC

When night was ushered in quietly -- without the booming, overdone voice of Martin Landel blaring out of it -- Harvey was almost glad that the man was gone and that he had been replaced by people who were a bit more realistic. However, realism in a situation where they'd all been kidnapped and put into boot camp wasn't necessarily a good thing. That was soon proved when the firm yet composed tone of the general came through the speakers, announcing that they would once again be evaluated ( ... )

unheroed April 1 2011, 22:37:04 UTC

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M44 full_score April 2 2011, 01:19:04 UTC

Claude could scarcely pay attention to the eerie silence that preceded that strange announcement. Not when his head was buzzing from the last few moments of dinner. They'd taken Mason again. Those bastards actually took Mason a second time. His roommate hadn't been lying when he'd said that he thought this would happen, but it still left Claude reeling.

While it felt wrong to go marching off outside while Mason was upstairs getting tortured, Claude remembered the last time he'd tried helping. That was right -- Mason had at least one friend who looked out for him, and chances were he'd been smart enough to make preparations in case he got nabbed for "sleep studies" again. Still, to feel so helpless like this ( ... )

scalyfishman April 2 2011, 07:57:53 UTC

Depth Charge had his flashlight on hand to switch on when the lights went out, so getting his things together properly from the scatter on the floor where he'd abandoned them to check up on his roommate was easy enough. The shears were probably going to be the most useful tonight- the scalpels were only really good for combat close enough to lose an eye in, and after last night he didn't plan on letting anything get near enough his face for that. Not that they'd be particularly dangerous either, but anything was preferable to going unarmed for the journey. He was just hoping that they'd be stopping off in the weapons room like they had with Hime- and that his tail-harpoon was still hanging around in there somewhere ( ... )

scalyfishman April 2 2011, 07:58:26 UTC

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scarefaux April 3 2011, 08:10:22 UTC

Unable to find words at that moment, the Scarecrow simply nodded as Depth Charge headed out the door. As always, he'd say he was going to try his best at taking care of himself; however, the moment he was alone, he'd head blindly into the night again, knowing the hallways were patrolled by witches, somethings and other beings capable of ruining a human body. Seeing his original form in pieces on the floor was even more of a reminder of how frail flesh-and-blood men really were ( ... )

hes_deadjim April 2 2011, 22:08:26 UTC

The announcement was short, to the point, and somehow that made it more ominous than all the other announcements before. The General was calm, businesslike, and unlike the Head Doctor, didn't seem to get any joy out of it. There wasn't any gloating or additional hints dropped, just a crackle and then dead silence. Nothing more. No radio, no slip from Landel, nothing intentionally left out to make them uneasy.

No, the silence itself and all the questions that sprouted up in its wake was plenty.

McCoy hurried on his way out of the patient block. His mind kept going back to the message. Evaluated? For what? How were they being evaluated? What for? Their new "staff" had proved that they meant business and they were willing to carry it out indiscriminately. He didn't doubt they'd make good on their threat.

And what happened to those that failed the evaluations?

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M46 bitpartgod April 3 2011, 14:31:55 UTC

Kibitoshin didn't have time to fool around after the lights went out. He'd only been half-listening to the intercom, just in case they were in for another punishment, but when it became clear that there wasn't too much in it to be worried about he made for his special issue box (it even had his (fake) name and tag number on it). Fumbling with the latch in the dark, he realised with a sudden jolt of horror that there was a good chance that all of those weapons were gone. It was pretty obvious the soldiers had been through their rooms, right? He hadn't been able to find his flashlight during dinner, but he'd just been assuming it would magically turn up in this box. But that didn't make any sense! Why would they give him back something so dangerous as ( ... )

M46 thestormishere April 11 2011, 17:21:24 UTC

[ From here. ]

Once she was more than a stride or two away from them, Lightning didn't bother at all with looking back at Snow and Zack. No need. She was busy with an occupied mind, anyway- primarily because, as certain as she'd sounded when talking to the two about securing the weapons, she couldn't actually make the outright promise herself that she'd be able to get it done. There were any number of things that could go wrong- on one end of the spectrum, this Kibitoshin guy could have changed his mind after her speech in the cafeteria; on the other, he could have never intended to give them to her in the first place. If that was the case and he had something spiteful planned in contrast to that sort of... eccentric conduct he'd already shown, he was in for a surprise. She was a cautious woman when she wanted to be, and dangerous always.

Keeping her own demeanor and posture steady and straight, she paused outside room 46. Then, with a deliberate motion, she knocked sharply on the door, ready for anything but not expecting much. ( ... )

M46 bitpartgod April 11 2011, 17:58:39 UTC

The knock came just as Kibitoshin was tying the sash around his waist- the perfect finishing touch. He wasn't sure that the woman would really appreciate his uniform, particularly not when even Sechs had been so dismissive of it, but still. He was trying very hard not to mind what other people thought of him anymore.

"Ah- just a second!" he called, knotting the sash twice and then darting over to the door, smiling a little. He'd also maybe been just a little bit worried that she wouldn't turn up at all, so that was one problem down. Assuming it was her and not a monster, but how many of those were in the habit of knocking politely?

Thankfully, when he opened the door the figure in the hallway was definitely Lightning- and just beyond her he could see a couple of other people, presumably waiting for her. The friends...? He could ask later. "Glad you could make it!" He stepped aside so that she could enter, heading to the box so that he could get the weapons and lay them out on the desk properly. "Here they are, just like I said."

M46 thestormishere April 11 2011, 19:06:04 UTC

Lightning couldn't help but take pause again once she caught sight of what Kibitoshin was wearing. To think she'd thought she looked a little off in her mosaic of a uniform, especially with the jacket belted around her waist and wearing several layers made of substandard, easily-creased material up top. This guy's night-time outfit was far more... interesting, to say the least.

However, it wasn't all that important, and in the end she didn't really care enough to ask about it. She just stepped through the door, noting that even here the sound of her boots and movement was audible in the semi-darkness. The quiet was slightly unnerving to someone so used to the sort of bustle heard working a popular beach-town like Bodhum; even the half-tamed wilderness between the cities always had some sort of background noise, but here... hardly anything at all ( ... )

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