Night 44: Main Hall, 2-Center

[should_be_dead]

[From here]By now, Tenzen had to switch on his flashlight to see where he was, considering he had never visited this area before. The beam of light, though small, would be more obvious than the ninja would like, but he'd choose that over traversing these halls aimlessly. After all, there were many directions upon the second floor

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[ninelivesonce]

"Nice timing," Taura hissed as she jogged ahead of Nataku. She still didn't know what that thing had been, but she was not curious enough to try to find out tonight. "Thanks."

A shirt and a few inches of hair were low, as prices for inattention went. Walls are not walls was a lesson she should have learned the night before, in the same hallway. This time it took; she wouldn't be caught that way again. And it looked like everyone was here, or had just been; whatever had delayed them had left less mark than her misadventures.

She jogged up just as Homura re-emerged alone-and-bloodsplashed from a door. As he'd only been in there a moment, she elected to assume he was not in the habit of murdering his subordinates on a regular basis. He was, however, coming out of a door had been marked simply "locked" and "cannot be broken" on her map, no further designation. Both of her undainty eyebrows went up, but she said nothing. Instead, she waited as patiently as six-and-a-half feet of twitchy soldier could manage, her hands forced into a jumpy at-ease clasp behind her back, not fidgeting with the cut ends of her braid and the few unfamiliar, coarse hairs caught among them.

[notachick]

[from here]

Safe. Relatively. Okita slowed just slightly as they managed to escape that hellish creature unscathed, jogging up to where Homura and an unknown woman stood. She was standing like a military man would, like he'd seen in pictures of the sailors from the Black Ships and the Dutch sailors. And she was...unusually tall. Especially for a woman. It would mean this had to be Taura, the other person whose name had been on one of the notes.

The others seemed to be absent for the moment, but that information paled in comparison to the fact that Homura was bloody. Was he injured? Or had they already been attacked when Okita hadn't been there? "What happened?" he asked, not bothering with pleasantries at the moment. He figured Homura would know what he meant and Taura would have to forgive him for his momentary rudeness. Ayumu would be coming soon anyway, and that presented its own set of problems. Homura was, again, not likely to be pleased with Okita's decision, but the more hands, the quicker this would go. Hopefully.

[screwthegods]

Homura didn't miss Taura's look of curiosity when he rejoined them, and even silently approved of it. The room, after all, was supposed to be one that remained inaccessible to the patients as a whole. That meant their secret had remained just that: theirs, and secret. "We've been able to access this room for a time, yes." Wondering just how she would react, Homura continued. "But what lies within is extremely dangerous. You'll be able to tell that just by the sheer number of people here, along with their caliber. And I can't spend every night coming to this room." Injury alone would have prevented it, if not the sheer manpower required. "So we've kept our knowledge secret."

Okita turned the corner mid-explanation, and immediately addressed the blood on Homura's clothes. "It isn't mine." Homura answered the unspoken concern, his smirk fading for just a moment as he looked away. "I had another matter to resolve before I arrived."

He left it at that, and not only because of the woman who joined them just then. Ayumu's presence was a convenient excuse, however, and Homura shot Okita a look of mild annoyance before he opened the door behind him. "Come in quickly. We'll need to hurry before night ends."

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