Night Shift 35: M11-M20 Hall

[screwthegods]

[In M13 to start]Homura had spent the time for dinner in thought, to such a degree that he all but ignored Shito during the meal. He was trying to think, not like his future self would have, because that was all but impossible. Still, after his decisions that day, he wanted to take measures to help the group he had gathered. The position of

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[forgot_my_life]

(Starting off in M15)

Wonderful. Night. Finally.

Both Takaya and Kagetora were really sick of the whole 'night! BWAHAHAHA' evil scientist shit that Landel had going on. After a few days, really it was the same old bullshit and the only reason to pay attention was for any new crazy he'd spout.

Nothing interesting (aside from the whole change-up with the 'therapy', but he didn't want to think about that at. All.).

"Alright," he said, moving to stand up and brush at his uniform. "Let's get this over with. Ready? Or you need a minute? And where the hell are we going anyway?"

[dawn_rune]

Frey's head was still pounding, but eating dinner had helped the weakness pass so he felt quite ready for the night. Since he'd already retrieved his sansetsukon and learned the workings of the flashlight, Frey had only to fold up the three-part staff and tuck two sections into the side of the waistband of his pants--one section was left hanging on the outside, which should keep the staff reasonably secure until he needed it. Grabbing his flashlight, Frey stood and said, "We're going to the sports field. We're to meet the Star Dragon Sword in the next hall up from here, near the door that leads outside."

[forgot_my_life]

Takaya nodded and then turned and opened the door, checking the hall for a fight before stepping out into the hallway. "Stay close."

(heading out to here.)

[opposingheaven]

[From here]

He got to Homura's room quickly and knocked on the door sharply with the hilt of his katana. "It's Kenren," he called before he pushed the door open and slipped inside, smiling at Homura warmly. He nodded to the other god's roommate, but his attention was focussed mainly on Homura. "Hey."

[not_rly_fai]

[[from here]]

It took him a moment to reach the room, and it was a trick to balance all the metal on one hip, using an arm for balance so he could knock on the door with the other. While he waited for them to answer, he re-situated the pots, pans, and cookie sheets so they were easier to carry.

It was only a quick drop-off, he reminded himself. No reason to get nervous. He affixed a smile to his features, ready to greet whoever might answer.

[screwthegods]

Homura returned Kenren's smile easily enough, glad to see the other god well. He was eager to be alone with him again, though not specifically for the same activities of the night before--though Homura wouldn't be entirely opposed to such a development. But more pressing was his desire to talk with Kenren about what choices he had made that day. It wasn't to gain the elder god's approval, however, but instead to simply confirm the idea that Homura already suspected: that those philosophies were ones he had already come to, however long ago. It would be a precious victory in the end, a sign that even with what the Institute had done to him, Homura could still make his own choices

[not_rly_fai]

[skipping real quick since zal is out of town]

When Homura himself opened the door, Yuuhi tried not to make eye contact. The man made no move to take the metal, so he set it down near the door. "I just- This is my half of the metal we picked up last night. We didn't have time to bring it back so..." he trailed off, glad to be rid of the load.

"There's somewhere I need to be tonight," he lied, taking a step back. "I didn't see any assignments, so I hope that's alright."

He didn't pause long to wait for a reply, taking another step back and turning on his heel. He was gone almost as quickly as he'd come.

[[to here]]

[only_logic]

(Starting in M20)

That was quite the meal, Hohenheim thought. He had quite enjoyed that, and it reminded him of some of the western countries that he had travelled around in his years. There were only a handful of places that made spicy curry like that, and he would have given quite a bit to go back to try the western delicacies. Ah, perhaps another time…

Hohenheim rose and collected all of his required items, making certain that his writing utensils were handy as well as his flashlight. He adjusted his glasses, gave a stretch and exited his room into the hallway.

Now, what was he supposed to do tonight?

[To Here]

[be_my_tool]

Finally.

Zabuza gathered up his things, make sure his face was properly covered, and left the room, moving as quickly as possible to Haku's.

[to here]

[spandexorgtfo]

Dinner had been enjoyable enough, but now it was time to address what had become routine business at the clinic. Gathering up everything he needed, Kratos stepped out of his room into the darkened hallway and began making his way to M35.

[to here]