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Sakura wasted little time in waiting to see if Raphael could keep up. This was a mission, which meant something completely different from a simple argument in the cafeteria or outside during a training session. There was the goal, and reaching it safely and with optimal results was the only thing that mattered. She'd been teamed up
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He flicked his own flashlight off as he followed Pinky up the staircase, the symbol on the back of her weird outfit (seriously, what kind of ninja wore that much pink?! Black'd make more sense if there was some way to pick clothes.) made it easy enough to see where she was headed and her flashlight gave enough light for the moment. Not to mention the less they gave away their location, the better ( ... )
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No way was he letting D.C. barge in there solo. Besides, it gave him something to do other than play Lone Ranger and end up out-wrestled by giant centipedes. Or whatever.
He pointed his flashlight at the hall they wanted. "Almost there."
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The Maximal made after him like a shot.
"Good. Keep going. Don't stop for anything."
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"I just wasn't really sure why you were asking is all," she continued once they reached the top of the stairs. Thankfully, the hallway seemed empty, save for the retreating form of S.T. and his friend. "Seemed like there was more to that question than you were letting on, but I didn't really know what it was. Still don't," she explained, following the steady beam from Himemiya's flashlight.
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It was foolish to be affected by compliments that were ill-deserved, but she still felt a tinge of warmth at them. That was the problem with Utena; always causing tinges of this or that, inklings of things that were supposed to remain locked away, deep down inside. Or at least, that had been the problem when she was the Rose Bride.
Now, she wasn't sure what to do. Their conversation on the balcony, the final duel, even the truth about her relationship with her own brother -- the person she walked with now knew nothing. She'd deceived Utena long enough, hadn't she? Keeping quiet about the truth felt like still more deceit.
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Stepping through the doorway after Harley, Edgar looked left and right. He was fairly certain he'd taken a right during his last scavenger hunts; however, as he wasn't in the lead, he felt it more appropriate to ask for their next move.
"Which way now, Miss Quinn?"
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Harley put a finger to her bottom lip and looked up and down the hallway, too, trying to remember what was where. Which way, which way? Which way to go? They could wander around for a bit and see what things they could find by luck. She kind of wondered what things he might be interested in. What kind of things was she looking for? Ohh... actually. Maybe she did have an idea.
After this moment of silent deliberation, she pointed the iron poker triumphantly into the darkness to their left. "This way! We go this way." She immediately headed off that way, keeping her pace normal so she could walk with Edgar rather than just in front of him. "It's not exactly very nice down here... but there's some good things around."
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There was no internal victory fanfare or a winner's flourish after the last step was behind him and he was back to quickly pressing himself against the walls and deep into the shadows, only a mixed wave of shame and relief.
The shame was the stronger of the two.
He had already told himself again and again how he shouldn't let any of his emotions get the better of him, especially if they were so drenched in paranoia as this one. Not only was it embarrassing and childish, but it also brought a false sense of security once past that obstacle. It would never get easier. He knew that. He had to know that ( ... )
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