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Nightshift 25; F8

Jul 16, 2007 00:35

As much as Envy positively itched to join in on the fights he passed by, he kept his flashlight switched off and crept past, on the now familiar trek to Lyta's room. If something didn't happen tonight, heads were going to roll ( Read more... )

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ontheabyss July 16 2007, 06:46:50 UTC

Lyta hadn't been expecting company. She was honestly surprised when the knock came, and a gentle feel told her that it was Envy. Maybe just the two of them would get something done.

Stretching, Lyta called out over her shoulder.

"Come in!" No more waiting, no detours, nothing. She was bound and determined, and she hoped to hell that her partner was, too.

outtokillhim July 16 2007, 20:39:57 UTC

Envy opened the door, relieved to find that they were no longer flooded with company. This would be easier.

"Third time's the charm," he said leaning casually against the wall, "Are we waiting for another platoon, or can we do it right this time?"

ontheabyss July 16 2007, 20:45:13 UTC

"We aren't waiting for anyone," Lyta said. Her voice was hard, a clear indication of her determination. She was already armed with her syringes. She was going to get something done tonight no matter what. And it seemed Envy had the same attitude.

Good.

"We know where we're going, we're not waiting for anyone, let's go."

outtokillhim July 18 2007, 03:34:01 UTC

Envy just nodded. Along the way he remained silent, briefly wondering if he should make conversation, or ask if she knew anything about what had gone on out in the courtyard the night before, but they would find ut soon enough. They made it along in determined silence, and Envy kept himself moving with the nourishing thoughts of destroying the things- the ones- he hated.

ontheabyss July 19 2007, 00:34:53 UTC

Lyta kept up the silence as well. Her inner ears were tuned for anything she should be aware of, however. She ignored the usual - fear, pain, panic - as she usually did. She couldn't just wander off and help people. There were plenty of people who could, she'd leave it to them.

By now, she knew the way to the Courtyard like the back of her own hand, and headed quickly there.

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