Nightshift 34: M21-30 Hallway
Wolfram had debated slowly as to whether or not he should go out for the night. He was still really worn out from the night before, Aidou was busy, he had no idea where anyone else was that he should be looking for, and quite honestly... staying in and sleeping was more than a little tempting. But his mind was troubled, and he felt a bit restless
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"Arena" my ass.
Brock had seen some pretty weird shit in Landels, but he wasn't buying that threat. Fuck it, he'd risk mucking it with cougars or whatever if he could just get his freedom. But first, first there was Crane. Brock hadn't exactly said the words I promise to Luffy, but he'd thought them unconsciously and he owed it to both Luffy and himself to deal with Crane tonight before they got the hell out of here. Bears and cougars and what the hell ever aside. The blond headed toward the door, his symbiote's third eyelid snapping shut over his eyes in a white film, turning the world into a grainy, but still visible haze. Colors weren't so great, but it wasn't like he had to pick those out to get around ( ... )
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Wolfram frowned. This imaginary Yuuri was talkative. Usually his dreams were a lot more cooperative, and certainly didn't involve his fiance worrying over Murata, of all people. Maybe it really was...
He didn't bother knocking, dragging them back into his room. He knew it would be safe there, at least. He sat down on the edge of what had become his bed, pulling Yuuri along with him. His mind was still racing with thoughts, mostly confusion.
That was when he finally answered his questions. "No, I've been here three days. And why would Murata come with me when he was back on Earth with...?" You. Never supposed to see you again. Was this place really enough to bring them back together?
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"Three days?!" The young Maou exclaimed loudly as he jumped back in surprise. He knew that he didn't have complete control over his ability to move between dimensions, but he didn't think he was that bad at it. "Ahh if I had a better control over my powers we wouldn't be in this mess." Clasping his hands together, Yuuri bowed his head as he sheepishly apologised. "Sorry Wolfram ( ... )
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He reached up, touching Yuuri's face lightly with his fingers, brushing down the other boy's cheek. And then as he dropped his hand, he began trembling.
"You... Y-You're... sorry? For your powers?"
He sat there for a moment, breathing faster as he tried to comprehend. "No I did not hit my head... tonight," he added with a frown. "But apparently I must have, because you're here and not with your family, like I told you to stay! No... now you're stuck here too, and now I have to protect you from them and make sure we get out, and now you're worried about Murata of all people, you wimpy cheater!"
He hugged himself tightly, curling up into a ball on the bed. None of this made sense, and he was so very confused.
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"Eh? Family. Stay? Huh?" Yuuri mumbled intelligently as he blinked owlishly towards his blonde companion. Their conversation only seemed to be confusion Yuuri further when Wolfram continued talking. What was Wolfram going on about? The last thing he remembered was running away from Wolfram after the blonde Mazoku had reinstated their engagement.
"What are you talking about? That happened weeks ago after we defeated Soushu." That was the only time Wolfram had ever said such a thing to him, but he'd been back and forth to Shin Makoku numerous times since then that it didn't matter anymore - but more importantly of all. "And I'm not a wimp!" Yuuri cried out as Wolfram curled up into a ball on the mattress of the bed ( ... )
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Sanzo'd just finished changing into his robes, leaving the top pooled around his waist, when the intercom went off.
New arena? Trinkets?
It didn't help that both Landel and Jill and her predecessor were both irritatingly vague.
So Landel wasn't going to try and cover up what Jill'd been talking about. That would've shown some sign of weakness. Instead, he was going to spin it to his advantage, marking it less as a blow against him and now an extension of his powers.
Smart move, he thought. The question now was whether it was a bluff or not. Had he regained control?
They'd find out soon enough. However, tonight, he wasn't planning to go test that out: he still believed that the sutra was somewhere within these walls. There was still that way to the basement that they needed to find, and that meant heading for the kitchen.
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Artemis turned the corner, finishing his all-too familiar route to Hitsugaya's room. He could probably walk it blindfolded by now. He was dressed in his suit again, which lacked the burn marks that had put holes in it the night previous. His sword was strapped to his side as usual, and his coat hung loosely off his slight frame. Nothing out of the ordinary, everything as usual.
Mentally, he prepared himself for whatever Hitsugaya may be feeling. Rage? Depression? Resolve? He didn't know.
"Good evening, Captain," Artemis said tentatively. "Apologies for the wait."
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And that was that. For the time being he kept his emotions bottled, as always. Despair or not, he wasn't about to let Fowl or anyone else see just how much he'd given up. It wasn't in him to admit defeat, and a part of him still refused to show it.
Damn if he didn't feel, for the second time in his life, like a complete failure. Thankfully repression did wonders for the soul.
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Artemis couldn't take the silence much longer. "Captain, about the wall..."
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Wash pulled open the door hesitantly, but it was as pitch black out there as the edge of space, except for a few bobbling lights. Ohhh. Flashlights. That would make sense.
Wait. They had flashlights?
He started to rifle through the room. Journal, pens, and...there. He flicked it on and off experimentally. Measures taken to prevent banging into walls: check.
What were all those people doing out there? They didn't look like they were running away, which was somewhat surprising. Frankly, he kind of felt like running away, but he lacked a destination.
Maybe there was someone here who would be nice and help him out. He'd met only friendly people so far. That streak might keep up for awhile yet before he ran into a psycho, right?
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