Nightshift 27: M1-M10 Hallway

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse left his cell as soon as the doors unlocked, fighting the urge to ignore the necessity of stealth and simply stride down the hall. He was already angry, furious at the fact that he had to deal with Marcus now

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[fuyunohanabi]

[From here]

She counted down the adjoining hallways as she moved, relieved to know that they had the same layout as the female blocks. That made things a little easier. She reached the one on the end and followed it to the very bottom door. That had been what Mustang had said, yes?

Raising one hand she knocked at the door. "Mustang-san?"

M1

[muted_flame]

With Otacon sleeping through dinner again, Roy hadn't had much to do with himself other than rest and consider a strategy for the upcoming night. He had no one to meet (and he decided that making the detour to get a map wouldn't be worth it, with how detours had delayed them so much before), so once he made Matsumoto Rangiku's weapon, he would be ready to go.

Hopefully Hughes and Greed will have made it over by then. He imagined Hughes would, considering he was a few doors down, but he didn't know how long it would take Greed to make the trip, especially if the homunculus got side-tracked.

He didn't have to wait long, however, before the intercom went off, the door unlocked, and then a knock sounded.

"Come in," he called from where he was sitting in his chair at his desk, journal open and pen ready to sketch an array.

Re: M1

[fuyunohanabi]

Rangiku waited patiently for Roy to answer and then stepped inside the room, closing the door carefully behind herself. She offered the man a deep respectful bow before straightening up and looking him over. So this was the famous alchemist that she'd been hearing about. She'd seen taicho talking to him before.

"Mustang-san. I am Matsumoto Rangiku, Hitsugaya-taicho's vice-captain."

Re: M1

[muted_flame]

It would be a lie to say that Roy wasn't surprised when the woman walked in. He now recalled seeing her around, but this was the first time they had been quite so close.

Before he really thought about it, he was at his feet, walking over to her so that he could extend his hand in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he said with a smile.

Now that he had been reminded, he really did need to see what he could do about instating a miniskirt uniform for the female patients. He didn't have as much influence in this place, of course, but if he got enough support from some of the other patients, it might just be possible!

[be_my_tool]

Zabuza left his room with his torn shirts covering the lower part of his face, his chest bare, and his sword strapped to his back. He didn't plan on lingering long in the halls, but he didn't want to be unprepared.

Quickly and silently he moved on.

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[at_patera]

The previous few nights had yielded no results; Crawford planned to change that tonight.

He took his flashlight and a few pens as well as the steel pipe he had yet to use (it never hurt to be armed ... ) and stole out of his room, intent on finding one man tonight.

M43, he remembered. Schuldig would be there.

[at_patera]

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[janus_006]

Right. All Trevelyan needed to do was get to the area by the men's bathroom. Gathering up his pillowcase of plunder and snatching his steak knife from the drawer, he pushed the door open and made his way to the rendezvous point.

[to here.]

[truthisntsimple]

Severus wasted no time once the door unlocked itself. Wand, knife, paper... the message had mentioned their radios, so after a brief thought he grabbed his too. With a last minute check, he grabbed his supplies and ventured out into the night.

[truthisntsimple]

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