Night 56: Main Hallway 2-East

[corvus_veritas]

[From here.]

Thank god, this hallway was deserted. Much better than the drama that was going on behind them. Byrne stopped for a moment to take a good look around. This time there was more of a difference between the layouts of the different floors. He could see only one open hallway from where he was standing; a door was positioned where a hallway

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[tasteoftruth]

Badd shrugged, eying the hallways. Things were narrower up here, which might be more useful in a human on human fight but not so good if they were running from zombies. "I don't know the details, it just split down the middle, embassy and country alike. With the smuggling ring profiting from the chaos in stolen national treasures and forged bills." He didn't pay attention to politics except where it concerned him and his cases.

He fingered the mirror in his pocket. It was useless in the darkness, but it felt good to have it with him anyway. "As for von Karma...you remember DL-6? The Gregory Edgeworth incident?"

[corvus_veritas]

It 'just split', huh? The whole issue was downright suspicious, especially with the smuggling ring involved. Of course the ring would jump on that like hyenas on a fresh kill. They'd do anything to make themselves richer, no matter who they screwed over in the end.

"Hm." Byrne listened to Badd's explanation carefully as he started to walk toward the smaller branch hallway ahead of them. "Of course I remember DL-6. What about it?" Who wouldn't remember that case? Rumors about it were still going around despite the fact that it'd been years since it happened. With the way von Karma was, it wasn't hard to imagine why.

[tasteoftruth]

Badd slipped the lollipop out of his mouth, falling silent as he checked the short hallway for monsters and lurkers before he let Byrne enter. For all he knew the ring was involved with the split, or at least contributing to it. They'd certainly been causing a lot of strife in Zheng Fa with their forged bills. But their reasoning wasn't his problem, just their crimes and just taking them down.

"Long story short? He did it." It was sad how few of them had been surprised.

[tasteoftruth]

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[selfnighted]

[from here]

Whatever the case, they weren't far from their first destination. Maya swung the flashlight in an arc, then proceeded. Just a short hop and then they were in the correct hallway.

"What sort of things?" she asked, after affirming the lack of anything in the hall that seemed to be out for blood. A bit of talking, but that was normal in the asylum. "Clues? Secret exits?"

[scientist_skye]

[from here]

Once they were upstairs, Ema sidestepped away from the door and waited for Lana to direct them--or for Lana or Morgan to give their thoughts on her question or comment on something else entirely. As much as she would have liked to lead them all onward, Ema was a poor choice for the front of their party. She was likely the most poorly armed, was definitely the most blind, and didn't know where the upstairs files were even stored.

[swornandbroken]

[Sorry for my slowness! Storms kept me offline all last night. >(]

Mello fully intended to get a look at those files, too, when the opportunity presented itself, and he deliberately fought down a flare of hope that said the files up here really might turn out more useful, given that their falsified counterparts were already accounted for. He didn't reach back to touch the gun in his waistband, as he sometimes did to remind himself he wasn't as powerless as the bastards in charge wanted him to feel, but he was acutely aware of its press against the small of his back, and swore again he'd deliver those two bullets, not least to make them pay for having cost him his optimism.

"This is my eleventh night." He frowned as he said it, forced once again to think of how little real progress he'd made towards escaping, and turned away so neither woman would see, starting down the hallway off this main one.

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[forgot_it_all]

[from here]

It did, however, sound like Gamzee had been up this way before. If he hadn't gone to the patient possessions room, then he'd at least been up here to explore. That made it easier at least. Well, it made walking around up here easier. It seemed that trying to figure out what his roommate was saying half the time was the real adventure for the evening.

"Alright...well, it's this way," he said, motioning down the hall with his flashlight toward the furthest hall. The light barely broke the darkness a meter ahead, but it at least indicated which way he meant. "Is that the same way you went last time?"

[mirthfulness]

Names that they were called here? Now that Gamzee thought about it, the staff running the place hadn't been using his real name, had they? He'd hardly been paying attention to it.

Actually...

He fumbled for the chain around his neck, pulling out the tags. Oh hey, yeah. There was the name. He thought he'd seen it written out somewhere. "So like this name? Is this all bein' like FLARP where get our pretend on and dress up with other names?" Cause he was pretty sure the players got to pick those names themselves, not that Billy Grimaldi sounded all that terrible. Actually, he kind of liked it.

Oh, but the subject was changing. Gamzee looked off down the direction Ritsuka pointed in and shook his head after a moment. "Nah, bro. We didn't all stay the motherfuck down thatways. We went all into that place there." He pointed directly across the hall from where they were now, into the nurses' block.

[forgot_it_all]

Gamzee pulled his dog tags out and Ritsuka nodded. It was handy that they had the names and all that information right at their fingertips now. Handy, but uncanny. Or more like seriously creepy. Gamzee couldn't be any older than Ritsuka himself, so why were they being given military dog tags? It should be illegal for people this young to be drafted into any sort of military service or experiment or whatever this place was supposed to be.

But all of Ritsuka's thoughts derailed when Gamzee started using more words he just didn't understand. "....A FLARP? What's a FLARP?"

Wait, no. This wasn't the time to get distracted over what his roommate was saying. They had to get away from the major hallways where the monsters and brainwashed people tended to hang out. "Wait, let's talk over here."

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[deathandgin]

[From here.]

Ooookay. A lot of more creepy, dark hallways. Big damn surprise. What had he expected? An armory?

... an armory. It wouldn't be very professional to drool over that idea, would it?

He had three directions to go, so he picked the one he knew would be the shortest. To the right sent him straight to a dead end, though he'd passed a hallway on his left right before hitting another stairwell going back down.

The hallway, then. At least the doors had plaques.

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