Night 43: F31-F40 Hallway

[sheisthecause]

Meche was up and ready to go as soon as the door clicked open--the sooner she got there, the sooner they could start. She double-checked the map one more time, said goodbye to Donna and headed out, feeling better about that prospect than she ever had before. Her heels clicked reassuringly as she hurried down the hall, sounding fast and confident.

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[sheisthecause]

[to here]

F35

[marin_karin]

Most of the day had passed without incident, barring Arisato and Ryoji's arrivals, which gave Mitsuru time to think on how to resolve it. She knew she could count on Arisato to lead if they ever needed to split SEES up into multiple groups to spread out and search the Institute, so that much wouldn't be a problem. He could handle himself admirably. As for whether or not to tell Ryoji about their Personas up front...he would inevitably find out, so just telling him was perhaps the better choice.

When nightshift actually came around, though, Mitsuru found she just wanted to rest. But before that, there was something that she needed to hand over. Hopefully Takeba wouldn't mind not having any forewarning that she'd be stopping by to hand over the Evoker. As she stepped out of her room, Mitsuru thought that she saw something flickering, but when she looked the wall seemed perfectly normal. She had to just be seeing things. But it couldn't hurt to be cautious.

[To here]

[ran_on_empty]

[From here.]

Fortunately, the distance between where they started and their destination wasn't that far off, so Anise would've been glad to know that the God-General didn't plan on keeping their arms interlocked for long.

"Be on your best behavior," Sync warned, giving the Guardian a stern look before letting go of her completely. Of course, he still expected for her to stay at his side, but for the moment he was more interested in the room numbers than her. He continued along until he found the right room, clearing his throat before knocking gently on the door.

"Dahlia, it's me Sync," He began, voice now transformed into a softer, gentler version of how he usually spoke. The God-General figured that Dahlia would be smart enough not to blow her cover if he kept his act up; after all, that would completely ruin all his fun.

"I've brought someone else along if that's all right."

[dahliahasthorns]

Nothing was said over dinner, meaning Dahlia was nice and refreshed by the time Sy-sweetie arrived to take her away. She shrugged her empty (EMPTY.) knife bag over her shoulders, reached for the door handle, and... paused.

He brought someone else? Oh, and neglected to tell her beforehand on top of that. Tch. What a pain. She was smart enough to take the hint with his voice that this wasn't a casual trip between "friends" anymore.

"Oh! Hello." She opened the door and peered through it. What a useless looking girl and the brunette looked like an idiot too. What was the point of dragging her along? A meatshield for her meatshield? She put on a warm smile and held out her hand, pushing the door open fully to greet and be merry. "My name's Dahlia. Dahlia Hawthorne. It's nice to meet you!"

Giggle. "Sy didn't tell me he'd be bringing his girlfriend. It's so nice to see the two of you together!"

[gald_digger]

Anise squirmed uncomfortably in Sync's grip. Even though it was a short trip to the room, it still felt way too long to be in that position. As soon as he let go, Anise took a quick step to the side to reclaim a little personal space for herself.

The person he was meeting was a girl? It was a bit of a surprise, but at least it meant she was close by. When the door opened, Anise quickly put on a friendlier face than what she had been using for Sync. If she gave Sync away with her scowling, the hostage would be in danger. Still, it felt kind of gross to put on a cutesy act in front of Sync.

"I'm Anise. Likewise!" she greeted with a cheerful smile, taking the other girl's hand for a small handshake. Wow, she looked frail. It didn't look like Sync planned on using her for anything besides being a hostage.

Wait a minute. Girlfriend!? "Wh-where'd you get that idea!? We're nothing like that at all!" Anise cried in protest, trying to sound more flustered than repulsed. The thought of it was beyond ridiculous. And damn it, how many times

[ran_on_empty]

Good. Sync could only smile contently when the pair properly introduced themselves. He didn't really care if they got along; in fact, Dahlia was probably being just as two-faced about the ordeal as ever. Yet the God-General blinked when the redhead tried to claim that Anise was his girlfriend. Ha!, as if that would ever happen.

"No, it's nothing like that!" Sync tried his best to look embarrassed, laughing lightly before sighing wistfully.

"I mean, someone already beat me to her…" Sync answered in a disappointed tone, all the while gracing Anise with a teasing smile. "But that's fine. I don't mind staying good friends."

He figured that their introductions were done for now, and so he stepped back and began to walk back down the hall.

"Anyway, we should get going. There weren't many people out last time I checked so maybe we can still beat some of the rush."

[1imited_edition]

Reinforce had come by her status as one of the institute's healers through Raine, first by following her into her group and then by the acquisition of her magic, but for her the role was more than coincidence, happenstance. It was a role that fulfilled Hayate's expectations of her well, proof that some good might come of her continued existence here. She was, then, not inclined to take time off from it simply to pursue personal matters

[blessedaccel]

[from here, for easy nomming]

Daphne hurried down toward the end of the hallway, where she had been certain she'd seen...something. At first she'd thought it had been a door opening, but that couldn't possibly be. There wasn't one at the end of those halls, and the play of her flashlight over blank wall confirmed it.

Was she really tired enough to be hallucinating? Daphne frowned at the blank wall, in the empty hallway, the hairs on the back of her neck standing slowly on end. Okay, so she had some experience with seeing things that weren't there, what with Linderman and all, but this was just weird.

Maybe you're just cracking up. Funny, how her own thoughts sounded like Knox when she was pissed off at herself for chasing off after something stupid down an empty hallway.

[blood_and_pocky]

[from here]

Although he'd done it often enough, finding someone to feed off of in a cell block had its risks; they were only more apparent when Aidou recognized full well that he wasn't at his...

... most clear-headed.

What he needed was blood, healthy blood, not the kind that oozed from the walls and coated the landscape and came out of undead zombies to stain his claws and make him stink. The fact that he didn't have an opportunity to wash it all off only added to the itch in the back of his throat

[blessedaccel]

Daphne was used to being the one sneaking up. Too used to it, to being too fast to pin down, to get the drop on. At least, for the past year of her life, and as far as she was concerned the rest of it didn't bear thinking on. She would be furious with herself later, for letting her guard down, especially for something as ridiculous as examining a wall for any hint of cracks in its facade.

At the moment, though shock overrode anything that might resemble a genuine thought process. She uttered a little gasp, not even really a cry, as her nerves jangled with disjointed impulses that sent bright spots flickering across her vision, and her knees tried to buckle out beneath her.

Inside F31

[blood_and_pocky]

Aidou had done this enough times to know it by habit--a new way of getting his blood that he wished he didn't have to rely on. Using his supernatural influence to coax a person into offering themselves willingly would make things easier, especially for her.

At least this vampire was far more kind than any zombie or night time horror she was bound to meet.

Catching the female up against him, he pinned her body with one arm, and used his free hand to cover her mouth. It was different, being able to hear the rush of blood in her veins--excited by surprise--and having the chance to act on it. To sate his ever-present appetite. Sating it completely wasn't possible, but he could at least tamp down the worst of his hunger so that the prisoners' open wounds didn't provoke him so badly. Temper-wise or not.

He bowed his head. So close...

First, though, was carrying her to a better place than this, out in the open where anyone or anything had a chance to stumble across them. Occupied rooms were part of what made the area risky, but when