Nightshift 60: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

Taura felt like herself again. Her skin fit over her bones, and while her shoulder had fresh bandages and wounds that still reached into muscle and restricted motion, it was hersWhich was kind of unnerving if she thought about it too much. This body might have belonged to a young woman who hadn't asked to be replaced -- or it might not have, and

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[she_is_ruin]

It been a long day of doing nothing of substance again. The only thing Yomi had confirmed was that a) others had experienced what her group had last night, and b) everyone was confused and in the dark about what it meant. Nothing she couldn’t have pieced together herself.

The problem was that she, too, was one of the ones in the dark about the finer aspects of last night’s little revolt.

She didn’t hate Landel for his sadism and his disdain. But she did hate him for what he’d turned her into (after she’d gotten what she’d wanted, her life back, followed by the death she deserved), which was a puppet, salivating at every hint he dropped regarding her reason for being here. She could forgive him and his fellows a lot, could even understand them if given the chance, but not for keeping her in this limbo. It was a test of her restraint not to break free from the pattern she had set herself in, if not the maze itself. To screw the human façade once and for all, and let the dying ember in her finally go out.

Not tonight, though. No, tonight she was on yet another mission for the History Club. But given the parameters, there was a plus side to acting like the good girl: finding out more about whatever they were doing on the second floor, something she didn’t know much about.

It was worth her time to give the assignment a shot, wasn’t it?

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