Yep, that was about back to usual as it could get, pompous doctor included. Donna had only rolled her eyes at his announcement before heading out, thinking that tonight might be a good night to finally track down Landel. With him back in power, he was probably full of himself and slacking when it came to his defenses.
Sora remembered that the last time he had been this way it had been with Venom, that he'd been scared that Kairi had left. That hadn't been the case and he felt kind of silly about it now, but he also thought it was understandable that he got worried so easily.
There had been a few times when he'd been concerned that all of his friends had left him here, but lately it had actually been the opposite. Kairi had woken from her sleep, Riku had returned, and even Renji was back.
That was why the boy was in good spirits even though Landel was in charge again. He moved down into Kairi's hallway with confidence, suddenly eager to hand over her gifts.
Well, things were certainly different. The moment she hit the next hall that much was obvious to her. There wouldn't be any casual giant roaches running around, so she figured that things would probably be a lot less exciting. But then again, they seemed as if they might be a lot more annoying, in the monotonous, slice of miserable life way.
Though she wasn't used to that much, at least.
The bat dangled somewhat carelessly from her hand as she headed down the hall.
Despite her hurry to leave, Rita didn't actually have any special plans for the night. Taura had run off to do club activities, and for some unfathomable reason, even brought the brat with her. This left Rita both alone and without a goal for the night.
Thinking back to her past excursions, the mage recalled finding a lake surrounded by mountains, the exact location of which she'd never been able to pinpoint. Perhaps she could explore outside the institute tonight, and maybe connect the locations she was aware of in some way. That was better than meandering around aimlessly, in any case. Rita exited the block and started northward.
She had the flashlight from her room and that was all. The darkness wasn't frightening itself, and the hallways showed no sign of battle or blood. Everyone had told her last night had been different, but she hadn't quite believed them. Of course, she hadn't quite believed other things at first, either.
The homunculus swept her flashlight over the hall, wondering what sort of man Frank was. He seemed kind - really that was why she had actually asked him in earnest. She had assumed him an idiot at first, but... well, he seemed quite sweet. Why couldn't she choose a sweet man to keep her company tonight? She'd never really known too many of those.
Having taken a moment to check for Depth Charge in the main hallway (as to why, he couldn't exactly explain- it wasn't as though he could convince his roommate to not go heading into danger as he so often seemed to do, but after the missed opportunity with dinner, he felt compelled to at least try, if given a second chance), the Scarecrow had taken to a quicker pace through the next hallways, his bare feet padding along with little noise. He finally reached the hallway that led to the rooms where, according to his map, the women were housed, immediately picking out a lone figure in the dim light from the flashlights. He supposed that had to be the Lust he was looking for- oh, he should've thought to get a description of her, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
He approached her, giving her a bow with a flourish as he did. "I beg your pardon! I do hope you're Lust, and that you'll forgive me for keeping you waiting. That was awfully rude of me."
The man who approached her out of the darkness brought one word to Lust's mind: weathered. In the weak glow of the flashlight, she could see the roughness of his skin and a certain...homespun aura. Had they been back home she would assume him a farmer or something similar, but here...
"Mr. Westerning, I presume?" Lust stepped forward, her lips curving into a small smile. She honestly didn't know what to expect of him. He had seemed kind - if perhaps a bit simple - on the board, and she needed someone with her. And he still seemed kind, and terribly polite.
"Yes, I'm Lust. I haven't been waiting long. And there's no need to stand on ceremony here." She brushed a comma of hair off of her face and flicked her eyes about the darkened hall a moment. "Thank you, for offering your help this evening. I was out and about last night, but not for long. A pair of corridors and then..." She shrugged and gestured back towards the dormitories. "And I don't really understand what we do at night, other than...fight against our jailers
"Oh, well that depends on you," the Scarecrow said with a smile, rising from his low bow. He hadn't given one of those in some time, especially since he stopped using his title in its full capacity. Having such a long name did seem bothersome, and it seemed to raise even more questions when paired with the fact that he was a strawman.
"Some people do try to fight as best they can," he continued, "while some of us just try to explore and try to find a way out. There's a lot that isn't known about this place, and it's dangerous to roam alone." He held up his bandaged arms. "Trust me on that one, ma'am."
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Now if she could only figure out where to start.
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Sora remembered that the last time he had been this way it had been with Venom, that he'd been scared that Kairi had left. That hadn't been the case and he felt kind of silly about it now, but he also thought it was understandable that he got worried so easily.
There had been a few times when he'd been concerned that all of his friends had left him here, but lately it had actually been the opposite. Kairi had woken from her sleep, Riku had returned, and even Renji was back.
That was why the boy was in good spirits even though Landel was in charge again. He moved down into Kairi's hallway with confidence, suddenly eager to hand over her gifts.
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Well, things were certainly different. The moment she hit the next hall that much was obvious to her. There wouldn't be any casual giant roaches running around, so she figured that things would probably be a lot less exciting. But then again, they seemed as if they might be a lot more annoying, in the monotonous, slice of miserable life way.
Though she wasn't used to that much, at least.
The bat dangled somewhat carelessly from her hand as she headed down the hall.
[ to here]
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Despite her hurry to leave, Rita didn't actually have any special plans for the night. Taura had run off to do club activities, and for some unfathomable reason, even brought the brat with her. This left Rita both alone and without a goal for the night.
Thinking back to her past excursions, the mage recalled finding a lake surrounded by mountains, the exact location of which she'd never been able to pinpoint. Perhaps she could explore outside the institute tonight, and maybe connect the locations she was aware of in some way. That was better than meandering around aimlessly, in any case. Rita exited the block and started northward.
[to here]
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She had the flashlight from her room and that was all. The darkness wasn't frightening itself, and the hallways showed no sign of battle or blood. Everyone had told her last night had been different, but she hadn't quite believed them. Of course, she hadn't quite believed other things at first, either.
The homunculus swept her flashlight over the hall, wondering what sort of man Frank was. He seemed kind - really that was why she had actually asked him in earnest. She had assumed him an idiot at first, but... well, he seemed quite sweet. Why couldn't she choose a sweet man to keep her company tonight? She'd never really known too many of those.
At least not as anything other than pawns.
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Having taken a moment to check for Depth Charge in the main hallway (as to why, he couldn't exactly explain- it wasn't as though he could convince his roommate to not go heading into danger as he so often seemed to do, but after the missed opportunity with dinner, he felt compelled to at least try, if given a second chance), the Scarecrow had taken to a quicker pace through the next hallways, his bare feet padding along with little noise. He finally reached the hallway that led to the rooms where, according to his map, the women were housed, immediately picking out a lone figure in the dim light from the flashlights. He supposed that had to be the Lust he was looking for- oh, he should've thought to get a description of her, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
He approached her, giving her a bow with a flourish as he did. "I beg your pardon! I do hope you're Lust, and that you'll forgive me for keeping you waiting. That was awfully rude of me."
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"Mr. Westerning, I presume?" Lust stepped forward, her lips curving into a small smile. She honestly didn't know what to expect of him. He had seemed kind - if perhaps a bit simple - on the board, and she needed someone with her. And he still seemed kind, and terribly polite.
"Yes, I'm Lust. I haven't been waiting long. And there's no need to stand on ceremony here." She brushed a comma of hair off of her face and flicked her eyes about the darkened hall a moment. "Thank you, for offering your help this evening. I was out and about last night, but not for long. A pair of corridors and then..." She shrugged and gestured back towards the dormitories. "And I don't really understand what we do at night, other than...fight against our jailers
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"Some people do try to fight as best they can," he continued, "while some of us just try to explore and try to find a way out. There's a lot that isn't known about this place, and it's dangerous to roam alone." He held up his bandaged arms. "Trust me on that one, ma'am."
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