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Night 41: M21 - M30 Hallway

May 30, 2009 21:06

Scourge felt he'd had a good day. Until the part where he had to open his eyes and get out of bed. The rest of it had been a gigantic trainwreck and not the kind where you grab some energon goodies and watch in amusement. Ugh. He almost hoped he met a monster tonight, albeit a very small and harmless one. He'd have something to take his anger out ( Read more... )

scourge, suzaku, sylar, sam winchester, lord recluse, adelheid, peter petrelli

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tartaros_avatar May 30 2009, 20:28:18 UTC

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Recluse moved quickly through the hallways, soon arriving at Scourge's cell and knocking quietly on the door. He made sure to check in advance to see if there was any light visible around the door frame--He was tired of getting blinded by idiots with flashlights.

haplesstracker May 30 2009, 20:35:35 UTC

Footsteps by the door, heavier ones--either Lord Recluse or one of the other Decepticons, and they rarely bothered to knock. Scourge quietly picked up his frying pan, just in case it was none of the above, and slunk over to the door. Pan hand behind his back, he slowly turned the handle and opened the door a bare fraction.

"Oh, it's you." Behind him the room was completely dark. He didn't bother with the flashlight, not when he could see fine with just a little bit of light, and he hardly wanted anyone else to know he was hiding in here.

The tracker opened the door a bit more and jerked his head inside.

tartaros_avatar May 30 2009, 20:47:07 UTC

Recluse kept in a stance ready to defend himself as the door opened, never trusting anyone in this sort of situation to not try and attack. It was just a part of being a Villain, after all, and the Decepticons certainly seemed to qualify for that status. Fortunately, Scourge didn't seem to be that foolish.

He entered the cell once he'd been given the space to do so, pulling out the blade he'd just finished at the end of dinner, holding it out hilt-first. "I've held up my end of the deal. Now you will do the same."

haplesstracker May 30 2009, 21:00:24 UTC

Scourge let his arm fall down from behind his back--slowly, making sure Lord Recluse saw that he'd had a hidden weapon but had no intention of using it now. He stuck the frying pan under one arm and took the blade with his free hand, turning it over and running his finger along the length of the flat metal. It wasn't completely visible to him in the near-darkness, even with his superior vision and the glow of Lord Recluse's eyes (he wasn't going to ask, he really wasn't, that way probably led explanations he didn't want to hear about), but he could see the outline in the dim light and his fingers told him the rest ( ... )

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allroadslead May 31 2009, 04:26:27 UTC

With what'd happened last night, Sam wasn't looking to waste any time getting out of here and to Dean. It wasn't until the lights went out that he realized he had no idea where the hell his flashlight had gone. Or Dean's flashlight, anyway. He was pretty sure it was Dean's he'd snagged since he'd lost his original one upstairs the night before that ( ... )

human_sponge May 31 2009, 16:48:14 UTC

Peter had watched Sam start searching for something, and he'd been intending to ask his roommate what he was missing -- but before he could, Sam found what he was searching for. Flashlight, huh? He had probably lost track of it when he'd been going up against that ghost, but Peter was just glad that he hadn't lost it for good. That was one thing you didn't want to be without in this place.

He nodded and returned the sentiment when Sam told him to be careful. As usual, Peter's roommate rushed out before him. Sam was definitely much more active than Peter's previous roommates, which was good and bad. It meant he had someone to talk to who wasn't just passed out in bed all the time, but it also meant he worried about the other man more. Especially since he was now going out while he was still pretty injured.

Still, it seemed like Sam could handle himself for the most part, and his brother would no doubt be looking out for him too.

Peter felt a pang of jealousy, but he quickly squashed it. Sam's brother had died, and this place was ( ... )

human_sponge May 31 2009, 16:56:53 UTC

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M22 grosse_sklaven June 1 2009, 02:26:55 UTC

Another day, another bit of alchemy to perform. Adelheid wasn't too surprised by it, but sometimes, he wondered just how effective the other teams were being. Were his items actually being of some use to them? He'd need to find Homura again and check to make sure. The History Club seemed to be fairly active still, but if it was turning into a bad investment, he wasn't going to keep putting his effort into it. That was just bad business sense.

For now, though, he stretched and did some light exercises, getting his blood pumping and his body ready for the exertion ahead. Of course, he'd already changed into his battle outfit, feeling far more comfortable in it than he had the grays of the patient body. It reminded him of who he was, of what he was... when the days stretched on with no resolution in sight, sometimes, he needed that extra assurance to keep himself going.

Re: M22 lost_metal June 1 2009, 10:27:26 UTC

The conversation with Suzaku had certainly been interesting, but it skirted far too close to topics that Ed wished to avoid. Some things were best only shared with friends. Like how he knew about London when such a place didn't even exist in his world. it made him think too much, about the Gate, about the nature of alchemy and where the power for his skill came from. That especially he never wanted to remember.

He waved goodbye to Suzaku and then headed out, walking the short distance to Adel's room. He knocked first, not wanting to get caught on the wrong end of a punch. "Hey, Adel! It's Ed."

Re: M22 grosse_sklaven June 2 2009, 04:25:37 UTC

"Come in." Adelheid had finished his stretching, and now he had moved on to a light combat routine, full of viciously precise kicks and brutally fast punches, moving with all the ease of someone who had been training in combat since he could stand on his own two feet. He'd only fought Akihiko to a draw, after all; he needed to keep in top form if he was going to avoid humiliating the family name.

Of course, he'd be more than happy to make room for Edward. Especially when the other boy clearly had something he wanted to say.

Re: M22 lost_metal June 3 2009, 10:38:21 UTC

Oh good, he was in. There'd been that niggling fear that he'd have moved rooms too like Tamaki had. It was a relief to know that wasn't the case. The alchemist pushed open the door and stepped inside, taking a moment to just watch Adel as he moved. It was very different to Ed's routine which wasn't half so polished as this. Althhough his was usually peppered with alchemy anyway.

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superdynamic June 1 2009, 04:58:43 UTC

As soon as night fell, Suzaku had to turn his thoughts from what kind of person his roommate was in order to focus on the business at hand. He didn't know what Lelouch had planned for tonight, exactly, but he still had to be as prepared as he could be. That was the duty befitting a knight ( ... )

superdynamic June 1 2009, 05:01:59 UTC

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