Nightshift 38: M41-M50 Hallway

[scalyfishman]

After dinner Depth Charge had drifted over to his bed and collapsed onto it, feeling disturbingly fragile, as if a strong breeze could shatter him and blow away the pieces like they were nothing but dust. Matsuda’d tried to help, but the human had no idea He’d never felt so helpless, so useless, so slagging vulnerable. What was he supposed to do

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Outside M47

[mitase]

[from here]

M47, M47...ah, there it was! Hanatarou paused outside the door for a second to catch his breath after the rather quick trip down the hall from his room, absently wiping his sweaty hands off on his hakama before doing his best to smooth his likely-rumpled hair.

He probably looked like a mess, with his eyes all red and everything, but hopefully the light was dim enough that nobody would notice. And hopefully he would actually be able to do something to help. The healer swallowed once, then reached out and rapped on the door, nervously waiting for Artemis or his roommate to answer.

Re: Outside M47

[byname_bynature]

Artemis looked up a little, his mouth halfway to the food Haku had continued to feed him past the announcements. It was slow going, considering he didn't want to choke.

"That's probably the healer," Artemis said, looking down at the pillow that had propped him up enough to get his stomach off the bed. "You can come in Hanatarou," he called, smiling reassuringly at Haku. No doubt his friend was already on pins and needles concerning leaving Artemis alone in a room with a stranger.

Re: Outside M47

[faithful_frost]

Haku stood up and,after a moment's hesitation, walked over to the door to open it... just in case.

He didn't want to leave Artemis alone just yet, so he'd stick around. Just to be certain that everything was going to be okay for the few minutes (or hours) he'd be gone.

Re: Outside M47

[mitase]

Hanatarou had heard the call from inside but had hovered uncertainly for a second with hand poised halfway to the doorknob. Maybe he had just imagined it. Or maybe he'd misheard and he was actually being told to wait for a minute, or even to go away?

And then the door opened, and he didn't recognize the person there - it certainly wasn't Artemis, so perhaps his roommate? Only why was his roommate a girl? Was this the wrong block? But that certainly sounded like Artemis's voice, earlier.

The shinigami blinked a couple of times, then bowed politely and stammered, "Ah...um, I'm l-looking for Fowl-san...?"

[hotbitterproof]

[Starting in M50. Spoilers for the 3rd Phoenix Wright game.]

Once you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth.It wasn't one of his rules, but Diego believed it. He had been a defense attorney in the old days, one of the finest, and that rule served as part of the foundation for his success. Now he went by a different name and played a different role, but the rules a man should live by, and what was true about the world...those things hadn't changed

[hotbitterproof]

Whoever the perpetrator was, Godot would see them punished to the fullest extent of the law, whether or not he was the one to lead the charge. State vs. Iris would be the end of things between himself and Trite, and possibly the end of his career as a prosecutor. If Trite--ha!--if he somehow managed to uncover the truth, to undeniably prove it in the arena of the law, then Godot would hear news of the trial from a more simplistic cage. The possibility of that was slim, however. Godot formed the words in his mind, and pushed away the spark that would cry objection to them. Trite didn't have what it took to expose the facts of State vs. Iris, and Godot would force him to drink down that bitter darkness until he tasted it on every breath. Trite would know the agony he should have when Mia had been killed; he would be crushed under it, no longer oblivious to his crimes, or his powerlessness

[hotbitterproof]

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M41

[qui_gonjinn]

[From hereQui-Gon didn't wait: he began changing immediately, pulling the dull gray shirt over his head and changing into his robes and tunic, tugging on his boots. Buckling the utility belt around his waist, Qui-Gon checked to make sure it was snug and secure. It was. He retrieved his knife before heading over to the desk to get the cobbled together commlink, only to make a discovery. His journal

From M43

[braidless]

((Continuing from here.))

Qui-Gon's voice was distinct, despite the less-than-stellar quality of the device.

"Qui-Gon." He spoke swiftly as he held the commlink close to his mouth, though he couldn't hide the concern in his voice. Obi-Wan knew it was too early to let himself feel relieved, but he couldn't deny how light he felt upon hearing his former Master right then. "Where are you? Are you hurt?"

Re: From M43

[qui_gonjinn]

Qui-Gon let out the breath he'd been holding. Obi-Wan was still here, his former Padawan's voice tinny over the commlink.

"I'm not hurt," Qui-Gon said. If they had done something to him, he didn't remember it. "I'm in my room now, but I woke up near the east end of the Main Hall. How long have I been gone?"

It was a distressing question, he knew, but it had to be asked. Despite missing a questionable chunk from his memory, Qui-Gon was determined to fill in the gaps and move on. No doubt the same questions running through his mind - had he been taken, changed, experimented on? - were running through his friend's mind and asking Obi-Wan how long he'd been gone would only cement the fact he was missing time now. At least he knew Obi-Wan was alright and here. The tightness in his chest eased a little, though he knew very well that they were not out of danger. There was still the basement and the north door.

From M43

[braidless]

Obi-Wan relaxed a little when he heard Qui-Gon say he was uninjured, but he still couldn't rest easy. It was possible something had happened to him, and he just didn't know what. With the way his friend was speaking, it almost seemed like there was a gap in his memory. Had he been taken for experiments? But that usually happened during dinner, and Vlad hadn't mentioned anything out of the ordinary happening. Still, if the basement had taught him anything, it was to never underestimate this place, or their captors.

"Nearly 24 hours," he replied, his mouth tightening into a thin frown. "Qui-Gon, what happened to you? Should I come over to your room?"

Right now, making sure his former Master was all right was his highest priority. The basement could wait. His personal feelings could wait.

M44

[full_score]

Dinner had been uneventful, which was probably the best way to end the day. It hadn't taken him long to finish to his food -- which wasn't all that bad, considering -- and he'd read a little bit more of his book, too. Taking a small break before heading out for the night was a luxury he wasn't sure other captives got, so he was at least grateful for that

Outside M44

[razing_phoenix]

[From here.]As Guy was still busy trying to process Peony's disappearance, he didn't take much note of the fact that the hallway was empty as he traveled down it. He automatically stopped at M44 and then glanced over at the door, taking a deep breath. Claude was probably still dealing with Ashton's disappearance in his own way, so Guy didn't think now was the time to dump this on him. It was better for them to focus on their goal for tonight and leave everything else for the morning

[full_score]

Upon hearing the knock, Claude could tell it was Guy at the door even before he'd said anything. (Somehow, he doubted Dias would have the manners to knock and announce himself.) After pushing himself to a stand, Claude set the blade and pillowcase down on the bed and walked over to the door

M44

[razing_phoenix]

Guy wasn't surprised to see that he had gotten there first, considering how close his room was - it really made things convenient. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, nodding as Claude explained about Dias. He couldn't blame the man for taking a while to get here if it was a longer trip.

He couldn't help noticing the way Claude was eyeing his cleaver, and was quick to clarify. "Oh, I figured that... well, if you changed your mind, I should at least have something, right? And if you didn't, then I wanted to give it to you in exchange." It wasn't like Guy really knew anyone who could use it, and while he could put up some message on the bulletin, it wasn't really his in the first place. He'd traded Jade for it.

He would have returned it to the Colonel, but that wasn't possible right now. But he really didn't want to get back to that train of thought, and so he quickly derailed it.

M48

[purpletaint]

There wasn't a set moment that Albedo could attribute to learning that he couldn't die. It had been a constant thing; something that was always there, dependable and solid, but never enough for any real kind of actual stability. It did the reverse, once he had found that no one else could, that he would be alone--lonely, forever. With his brother. Without his Rubedo. He would die, eventually, and Albedo would be alone.

These thoughts swirled around the white-haired boy, incoherent and ethereal in nature.

This had all changed of course. Something else had separated them before death could even begin her hold. (But maybe something had died then, or maybe it was still dying now.) Separated them, split him from his other heart, took him from clinging to a cherished hand. And what had been left? That fact that he--Albedo--was not cherished. That was obvious. Something that was loved wouldn't be abandoned, wouldn't be left behind. Wouldn't be left to....

Not that way.

And that, this, showed Albedo wounds. Showed him things that wouldn't

Re: M48

[purpletaint]

...All of this passed through his mind with a shudder, a wracking tear stretching something already so broken; cracked more in a flash before he ever opened his eyes. The truth hurts, someone had once said, and the truths given unto him, even about himself, were the most painful of all.

It was glorious. It was grand. And it ached more than every day of his life. Mmm.

When he did finally open his eyes, he opened them to darkness. Some kind of old fear struck him, like a habit you use couldn't forget. That he didn't need or want. He didn't find himself sleeping as of late, what with the absolute silence in his mind that gradually would shift to something melodic, something ever so sweet in its corruption. But when it retreated the silence... was maddening. He giggled to himself. Ah, the only thing keeping him any way sane was the cause of insanity itself! He loved it.

Albedo felt around him for something familiar (familiar? He had been at the Song for days, and already familiar? Au contraire), and found his hand resting on something

Re: M48

[purpletaint]

And then. Then Albedo finally realized.

Something had started up again. Something that had faded once a certain betrayer, once a certain devourer of hearts, a certain terrible brother had left the atmosphere of Militia. An echo of his heart, always a beat ahead, teasing him to catch up, had started pounding strong again. Started... singing.

Oh. The boy froze. Oh.... Oh!

Oh, this was great! This was magnificent! Rubedo was here, here in this unknown place for Albedo to crush and rip asunder and destroy and rip his beating heart out so that damn echo would cease again and....

And. And. Rubedo was here. Something pushed past the magenta taint covering his purple waveform. Something that felt... very much like pain. Pain. Pain!

Oh, brother where art thou, you who causes this glorious sensation?!The boy giggled loudly to be cut off by a harsh cough as he curled in on himself. His twin's name repeated endlessly throughout his mind. He couldn't... couldn't.... This wasn't... what he wanted. He wanted... wanted Rubedo. Why had he...?

Re: M48

[purpletaint]

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