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Nightshift 35: M81-M90 Hallway

Sep 20, 2008 14:02

The passing words regarding the CM-US Experimental Trials made the boy sick to his stomach, nearly causing him to throw up whatever he had managed to eat during dinner. How the doctors could treat torture so clinically Ken did not know; the implications almost prompted him to stay in for the night. Logically, he really should have since he hadn't ( Read more... )

johnny c., archer, wolverine, ken amada, xellos, bourne, peter parker

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Outside M83 spirit_forge September 21 2008, 06:12:04 UTC

Archer poked his head out, looking for any enemies. It seemed okay. Tonight was a big night. He was going to see if the artifacts fit anywhere in the basement, but first, he needed to make a pit stop

Re: Outside M83 spirit_forge September 21 2008, 06:19:29 UTC

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Re: Outside M83 spirit_forge September 21 2008, 21:38:52 UTC

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After a quick in and out, Archer was armed with his bow, arrows in the sack, and a bat and sword in each hand. This was probably as close as one could get "armed to the teeth" in this place. That was pretty sad, but he felt he'd done pretty well for himself.

Since he already had his hands full, he left behind the extra bat he picked up tonight. Perhaps Brook could use it.

With the two artifacts secured, it was time to meet up with his team.

Re: Outside M83 spirit_forge September 21 2008, 21:49:47 UTC

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roger_hug September 21 2008, 15:49:08 UTC

Bridget sighed and gathered up Roger and, after thinking about it for a moment, his coat and flashlight. He hadn't used it yet, so he popped some batteries in and put it in the pocket of his coat.

Stepping out into the hallway, he looked around, wondering what to do with himself this time. He should check on Armand and Miss Sohma. He smiled at the thought. That seemed to be his routine now.

enigmaticmedium September 21 2008, 23:49:27 UTC

Another night, and he had a present as promised, though not one he could bring out to show off just yet. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for Lord Hellmaster to show up, if he did. Some nights, he could be a little unpredictable ( ... )

enigmaticmedium September 22 2008, 00:37:50 UTC

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a_spider_can September 25 2008, 03:14:24 UTC

Walking out after Logan, Peter made sure to follow the other man's example and keep his guard up. He also forced back any thoughts about not being strong enough to really be a hero anymore, realizing that getting into that mindset wasn't going to do anyone any good. He still had some power, and that was enough.

The hallway was empty, and he straightened and glanced around, surprised to see that Statesman wasn't waiting for them like he usually was. It probably didn't mean anything, and he tried not to worry, especially since he knew he shouldn't even care.

But he should. Maybe he didn't agree with Statesman on everything, but their goals were the same. Peter realized that the other man could probably take care of himself, though.

"So, did we want to try outside again? Or what were you thinking?" There was also the basement, but Peter didn't know how to get there, and he was pretty sure Logan didn't either.

ol_canucklehead September 26 2008, 01:27:15 UTC

After a cursory glance up and down the hall, his eyes quickly adjusting to the inky blackness. There was no sign of Cole, but they should probably get a move on all the same for the chance to get something done. Time worked in strange ways in this place, and Logan had no way of knowing for sure how long they would have.

Without so much as a backwards glance (he knew on an almost subconscious level exactly where his roommate was behind him), he replied, in a voice raised just above a whisper. No sense in alerting anything inhospitable to their presence; that was just common sense ( ... )

a_spider_can September 26 2008, 08:10:01 UTC

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brokenweapon October 5 2008, 17:15:07 UTC

Bourne awoke with a start, and was immediately pissed.

He'd stolen the car, and everything had been going like clockwork. But before he'd gotten two blocks, the needle on the fuel gauge had suddenly dropped to E. The car had been at least half-full when he'd started it - his memory was no slouch when it came to current things, and that was something he'd noticed. Before he could get out and run, the car had been surrounded by orderlies, and he'd been dragged out and injected with at least two syringes' worth of strong sedative. Just before his brain shut off, he saw that there had been no drip of gasoline behind the car, so the gas tank hadn't been holed.

How had that happened? How the fuck had that happened?

Bourne shook his head, trying to clear it. He really didn't like being sedated. So they'd foiled his plan A. That was fine. One didn't survive Blackbriar without backup plans.

He grabbed his flashlight, outdoor slippers, coat, and radio, and disappeared out the door.

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