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Night 45: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

Nov 21, 2009 12:51

[from here]

Momo really hoped Senna was going to just stay inside her room. She didn't want to worry about her but she couldn't help it. Hopefully, Hokuto would keep her safe. She would just have to place her faith in Hokuto.

The shinigami headed out into the main hallway.

[to here]

kitty pryde, anthy, asuka, bella, scott pilgrim, hinamori momo, chekov, anise, yuffie, sync, indiana jones, naminé, utena, ayumu, chise, yomi, claude, keman, aerith, rolo, dist, edward cullen, howl, harley, ange

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sewenteen_sir November 22 2009, 02:30:07 UTC

[ From here.]

Which begged the question: if Captain Kirk was deemed permanently unfit for duty, did that mean Commander Spock would assume his position? Technically, they weren't on the Enterprise right now, but they were technically exploring a strange new civilization--whatever sort of 'civilization' Landel's constituted.

And Commander Spock's message that he'd need Chekov to be in top form if Captain Kirk was out of commission...

Holy Saint Basil's Cathedral, he wasn't ready to be a First Officer. Much less Commander Spock's First Officer.

sewenteen_sir November 22 2009, 02:40:08 UTC

[ To here.]

petalwitch November 22 2009, 03:16:54 UTC

[from here.]

Seriously? Aerith sighed as she turned into a wider, still decidedly empty hallway. She really wished she weren't flying so blind here... There had to be some clue somewhere as to what was going on here. It would be nice if she had a coin to flip or something when it came to deciding which way to turn.

petalwitch November 22 2009, 03:25:21 UTC

[to here.]

thatdamnedninja November 22 2009, 17:03:08 UTC

[From here]

The corridor was silent.

Hanna's footsteps sounded horribly loud in her ears. Horribly… Horribly wrong, actually; almost as though she shouldn't be hearing them at all. She kept one hand braced against the wall as she walked, practically on tip-toe. If she kept on going north, she'd eventually hit the Rec Field, right? A bit of fresh air would be nice, and the moonlight. Oh, oh, and the stars! It'd be a hella lot nicer than the darkness and the dank, and all those other depressing d-words floating around in her head.

It wasn't that Hanna was a coward, per se; she wasn't. She had guts and courage, and a good challenge was even better than a slab of triple chocolate cheesecake for supper. It was just - she sort of. Didn't like her faulty, insanity-laden memories being her only frame of reference. Yeah. The creepiness and the B-rated horrorness (was that even a word? Well, it was now!) was nowhere near as bad as that feeling. The feeling that old delusions (Yuffie) had crept up, and it (she) was smacking her around the ( ... )

damned_monsters November 29 2009, 07:43:06 UTC

What a treat. Here was someone who had wandered the halls for so long, always too strong to bring down, and now? Now she was weakened by her own mind, by the powers this place held, the powers that created the creature walking up behind her now. It shifted to create an image that would be preferable to her as she was now; not Yuffie, but Hanna.

Hanna wouldn't know the boy sick back home with an unknown disease. She wouldn't know the boy she'd dragged back to Wutai, hoping that he stayed alive long enough to clear her name.

But she would know Blake, and Blake knew her. Stopping a few feet behind her, the mimic leaned against the wall as if it were scared or tired, or possibly both. "H-Hanna?"

[Kaze]

thatdamnedninja November 29 2009, 14:06:33 UTC

People always said that the darkness made your sensory experience a ton more awesome.

Hanna now knew that they were horrible liars.

All it did was keep her off balance. Now she could hear better than she could see, everything sounded loud to her ears. M-Maybe it really had been a mistake to be so hasty in running off? It wasn't as though she was lost, oh, no, but having a flashlight-even if it was Yuffie's-would have been a co- ahem, it would have been helpful. Nobody stuck around in a corridor like this; it was a little backwater place, nowhere special. And if nobody stuck around, there was no way for her to leech off their lights.

Or steal them.

Hanna shook her head, hard, arms wrapped tight around her middle. It was alright; she was fine. She was fine - "H-Hey!" she yelped, spinning around clumsily at a noise in the gloom. "Don't sneak up on me like that … Blake?" Incredulity lent a soft height to her tone, and dark eyes went wide. She could barely make him out, but sure enough, it was Blake! Calling her Hanna! "What're you ( ... )

damned_monsters November 29 2009, 14:10:15 UTC

This was too easy. The girl turned and she seemed surprised, but not afraid. Oh, no, she wasn't afraid at all to see a familiar face. On the contrary, she might even come closer if the mimic-- if Blake played his cards right.

Turning his head slightly, he coughed and then pushed away from the wall, trying to stand up tall like he hadn't just been cowering in fear. Him? No way. He was...alright, so he'd run away when he was a kid a lot, but now? Now he was the man of the household or something like that. "I just woke up here. Heard the doors unlock and came out to see what was going on."

He took a step forward. "What is going on? Why are you here? Is... This isn't where I think it is, is it?"

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ran_on_empty November 22 2009, 17:50:04 UTC

[From here.]

Even though Stephen wasn't quite ready to move just yet, he willed himself to continue down the hallway and into the next.

Some part of him was hoping this was nothing more than another one of his dreams. They always felt so real whenever he dreamed of them, and yet that was just what they were: dreams. However, this felt much more different than all the other times. His mind was just as clear as it had been all day, and yet here he was.

Maybe it was just another stage of his recovery? It made a little sense; his mind was confused, and so another one of his delusions passed through. But...

Breathing a shaky sigh, it wasn't long before Stephen caught sight of the doors that led to the female block, wavering in front of it for quite some time before finally going in.

[To here.]

full_score November 22 2009, 21:58:21 UTC

((From here.))

As soon as Claude stepped into the hallway, he spotted the door he knew led into the F-block. That was where Anise and Celes would be coming from, right? Maybe it'd be better if he just waited here for a few minutes--

But as soon as Claude caught sight of a sickeningly familiar figure slinking down the hallway, all his thoughts screeched to a grinding halt. Sucking in a quiet breath, he clicked his flashlight off and pressed against the wall in order to minimize his chances of being seen. There was no mistaking it: that small yet powerful form, flashes of unruly green hair that fleetingly caught beneath the beams from the boy's light. Claude's eyes narrowed.

Sync.

Just what the hell was he doing, hanging around the female blocks like that? Immediately, Claude's concern turned toward Anise. Surely he wasn't planning on going after her! Unless he wants to finish what he started last night, he bitterly said to himself. Too bad the only way Sync was going to lay another hand on Anise was if he had to step over ( ... )