Nightshift 30: M11-M20 Hallway

[bond_off_lame]

[Specifically M12]

"… Wait, really?" Axel asked, mainly to himself, as he listened to the intercom and the head doctor’s sudden confession. It hadn’t been long since he was escorted back to his room after his dinner, feeling rather content after spending a shift to himself. It was fun and all to chill with a couple of people beforehand, but a guy

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M13

[screwthegods]

So the man on the radio was dead. Homura had thought about tracking down a clue or two, but now it seemed it was too late for it. In the end, it made little difference to the demi-god. Help or no, his determination remained unchanged.

Quick movements were not in Homura's best interest in the moment, but the demi-god didn't have much choice. Speed was essential, especially when there was too little time to accomplish everything he needed. So he forced himself to move through the pain, to keep moving even when it was enough to make his stomach turn.

It almost felt like he was dying again.

Regardless, he changed into his night outfit, pleased to see his cloak returned undamaged to him. He left a copy of the first floor map on his desk, having circled the areas Hitsugaya mentioned. The battle would be extremely difficult, particularly with no healer present, but worth it if it accomplished what Homura hoped. Next to the map was a note, the instructions he'd promised:

Go to one of the stations circled, and try to break down the

Re: M13

[udo_retrovirus]

[ From here]

It took him a few minutes, but Junior finally reached M13. When he got there, though, Homura was already gone. From what he'd glimpsed on the board earlier, it also looked like most of the Club had been given their instructions already. He spotted a piece of paper on the desk, and went to go take a look.

"Try to break down the...group of nurses...what the?" Junior muttered to himself. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but was hoping that Okita would have an explanation when he got here. It sure would be a good way to find out what powers worked and what didn't, but he'd rather have a better weapon if he was supposed to be killing nurses in groups. And what was up with that? There were supposed to be monsters, not nurses, running around.

After hesitating for a moment, the redhead set the map back down and went to stand near the entrance of the room, waiting for Okita or anyone else who may show up.

Re: M13

[opposingheaven]

[From here]

The trip to Homura's room was thankfully short. He didn't want to waste any more time if he could avoid it. He was a little surprised to see the door already open though, and he brandished the sword warily as he approached.

A kid, a red haired kid, but the ex-god wasn't about to let that put him at ease. Just because someone looked young didn't mean that they were, and definitely didn't mean they weren't dangerous.

"Hey, you one of Homura's new recruits?" he asked, leaning against the door frame casually.

Re: M13

[udo_retrovirus]

It wasn't long before someone came along, but it wasn't who Junior had expected it to be. One of the other club members, maybe? He looked the guy over, trying not to stare blatantly at the sword. Where exactly had he gotten it from? Okita had said during dinner that the alchemists were the ones making the weapons, but he hadn't quite seen proof of it yet. Hell, maybe he wouldn't be restricted to flashlights and kitchen knives; at least, not for long.

After a moment, the redhead nodded. "Yeah, more or less. Haven't gotten the chance to meet him, yet. The name's Junior. I talked to Okita earlier, and he invited me to come along tonight." He shrugged, gesturing around the room. "But it looks like our boss already left. Who're you?"

[traitors_smile]

Gin slipped into his robes not long after being dropped back in his room. He didn't bother with the haori, it was already bloodstained and the white showed up a little too well at night anyway. He hadn't the pride behind it as many of the others who wore it either. Being what they considered a traitor took a bit of the enthusiasm out of it.

The radio broadcast had been interesting though. It was a pity there wouldn't be any more clues, but then, Gin was skeptical about believing anyone's word alone on a person's death. He knew firsthand that such things could be fabricated easily enough. It was possible that he and the head doctor had far more in common than he was willing to admit. Then again...

While he'd been given the 'night off' by the younger captain, he'd no intention of simply sleeping it away, that would be a waste. A smile curled around his lips, however, as he headed out the door, intent on finding Ran's room.

[[to here]]

[be_my_tool]

Zabuza left his room with his weapon in hand. His head felt... strange. He wondered if perhaps some after affects of the drugs were weighing heavier than the last time he had been under the influence of them.

Shaking it off, he headed out to get to Haku's room.

[to here]

M18

[face_of_chaos]

His conversation with Reno throughout dinner had calmed his mind down enough to think of things other than that wretched woman. He’d simply have to deal with that when the time came, and it was doubtful that she’d be that much of a challenge within these walls. He couldn’t risk her sticking her nose into his business just yet, and while most of his abilities were hindered, he still maintained enough to pose a definite threat

Re: M18

[captain_hunam]

[ from here]

Somewhere down here...

Zelnick paused in front of the door he was almost certain was Yuber's, and knocked lightly. "Yuber?" he called, quietly.

Re: M18

[wantsyourzex]

ZEX decided that his time following the Captain was better spent admiring his figure, and when they arrived at the room, he decided it'd be best to leave introductions to the Captain. After all, he knew this Yuber person to begin with.

ZEX scratched a bit at his forehead and waited.

Re: M18

[face_of_chaos]

There had been quite a lot of movement out beyond his door tonight, but that honestly came as no surprise. He’d remained unmoving on his perch on the bed as he waited, and only shifted when he heard the soft calling of his name on the other side.

Throwing his long legs over the side of the bed, the Black Knight pushed himself up to stand before making his way over towards the door. Pulling it open, his mismatched gaze automatically fell onto Zelnick before sliding over to the slightly taller man. He regarded them wordlessly for only a mere moment before his gaze finally returned back onto the captain.

“Zelnick,” Yuber greeted with a snake-like smile before taking a step back from the door to allow them entrance. “And who happens to be your little friend?”

M19

[high_prosecutor]

[from here]

The walk over to the detective's room was going to be the easy part of the evening, Edgeworth thought as he stepped up to the door of M19. The rest of the evening would be spent training and working; it would be worth it in the end, but now, more than ever, the prosecutor wished his damned nurse had given him painkillers. The wound in his shoulder throbbed dully, and he knew it would only get worse.

"Right." It wouldn't do to just stand alone with his thoughts in the middle of the hallway, and as such, the prosecutor knocked sharply at the door.

[ham_fisted]

Gumshoe ruffled his hair, a tad anxious, feeling discomfited as it occurred to him he'd spent the entire shift sleeping. That's what getting old was all about, he thought with a frown, though if being old meant taking a leave of absence when he had a job to do, he hoped the doctors could somehow reverse the aging process for him, just this once. Not that he wanted to be too young, of course, nor did he wish for his memories of being old to escape him. It kept him going, knowing he was the less neglectful. Mr. Edgeworth had forgotten an imperative year in his own life. It had thrown him off, that extra bit of responsibility of making up for his colleague, but he was kinda used to it by now. He could even grow to like the initiative.

In that sense, he was proud to be old! He had all the right to watch over others. Plus, life experience was on his side in a scenario like this... It helped his hard-boiled image stand out among the masses of a generally young population.

That's what being old was all about. Turning your frown upside-down

[high_prosecutor]

"Calm down. You didn't hurt me, Detective, although I'd ask you to be a bit more careful next time you fling your door open," Edgeworth said, with a note of concern coloring the sarcasm in his voice. "How are you feeling, by the way? I didn't see you at all after breakfast

[ham_fisted]

"Yessir," he replied in the guiltiest voice, standing to the side and beckoning the prosecutor to enter. "I... I was asleep." The expression suggesting he was at fault vanished when a smile appeared. "I'm alright," he added, attempting to ignore the wound and how it was hurting real bad.

He checked his pockets as Mr. Edgeworth settled on the bed, making certain he had the pens, notebook and radio on him. Head jerking up when the other man spoke, he bundled both fists into his coat while he listened.

"Where from?" He stopped in front of his colleague, glancing downward at the map. Becoming slightly rigid, he openly scowled at the mention of the Head Doctor. "As far as I'm concerned, that guy's going down! Who's rules does he think he's playing by?!" He huffed, turning away and whipping out his notebook on instinct. "But... we can't nail him without proof." Tapping a pen on the cover, he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. "I got the distinct feeling this place is situated somewhere isolated. The bus ride to and from that town they