Outside of F/M Halls - Nightshift 18
[continued from here]So far, Naminé's excursion outside of her room had been relatively safe. Maybe her theory about the monsters having no interest in Nobodies was true. Well, there was no need for Naminé to try and press her luck. The layout here seemed different too... She sighed into the empty hallway. All that work she put into memorizing the
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Cid and Brock hadn't spoken much after their last exchange. Both, it seemed, were battle-worn enough by both their lives and this place to know that now wasn't the time to make idle chit-chat, at least after they'd gotten out of the direct vicinity of the patient rooms. Some scuffle was going on nearby, and although Cid usually wasn't the kind to leave fellow human beings to an almost-certain beating, he wasn't dumb enough to get caught up in all of it when he had far more important people whose asses needed saving.
Hell if he knew Brock would help with any of it. Cid wasn't sure if he trusted the guy yet, especially since he hadn't yet gotten a good look at him, but it was better to have anyone with you than no one. Unless it was, for example, Sephiroth or something, though even then the pilot had to wonder.
Cid walked quietly to the left, away from the noise, towards a set of double-doors that seemed open. It sounded like a fight was going on there too. Some sense of foreboding had dawned upon him, and he wondered why there didn't seem to be any monster's growls in the fray. Something was different tonight. Something was wrong.
"You got any other allies?" Cid asked the other man, wondering if the answer would reflect how trustworthy this Brock really was.
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"There's Crane," Brock said, "and a kid called Luffy. That's about it."
He decided not to mention River. Something about her turned them all possessive...possessive in a way that made Brock decidedly uncomfortable, even if his Other viewed it as simply promising. At least this Cid didn't feel anything like another symbiote, which was one major point in his favor, as far as Brock was concerned. He lifted his head, noticing the uneasy stillness that had caught his companion's attention.
Other predators are hunting, the symbiote hissed. We'd best be careful, in our weakened state.
"Look, what's going on?" Brock demanded, glancing at Cid. The other man's face swam out of the dusk in his night vision, his drawn expression doing little to hide his unease. "How come it's so quiet?"
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