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Night 47: M11-M20 Hallway

Feb 10, 2010 16:28

As he made the changeover from mild-mannered mental patient to impeccably-hatted archaeologist, Indy was compelled to admit to himself that he wasn't sorry Ryuuzaki and Lunge were coming along for the ride that night. As little as he trusted those two, his methods hadn't been having a lot of success, and a couple of inspectors who'd be more likely ( Read more... )

klavier, endrance, guybrush, yue, hitsugaya, kratos, edgar, xemnas, indiana jones

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M11 winged_moon February 11 2010, 08:02:27 UTC

The announcement at the beginning of night interrupted his thoughts, recalling Yukito to the here and now and suddenly reminding him and his other self of the power the Institute had over them. As the lock on the door clicked he involuntarily rose to his feet as an incandescent glow sprang to life at his back and then spread and took shape, becoming a pair of white-feathered wings which wrapped around him like a cocoon. A moment later the wings parted again, spreading to reveal Yukito no longer, but Yue in his place ( ... )

M20 spandexorgtfo February 11 2010, 08:03:18 UTC

Kratos's mind drifted back to Hitsugaya's response on the board as he pulled on his armor. No repeat occasions...what would it be like if a mimic of him turned up? He was in the habit of going out in his armor now; would the Institute know to adjust for that? In a way, they had been lucky that Hitsugaya had differed so greatly from his doppelganger. It had made their suspicions much greater.

But perhaps he could get this chore done quickly and arrive before any such trouble could strike again. He knew the way to M35 well enough, having walked it for a week or so, and Ritsuka knew he was coming, so there would be no confusion. There and back - it would be fast.

Usually now was the time that he would retrieve his sword from the closet and head out, but this time Kratos only picked up his flashlight before leaving; he would swap the device for his sword when he returned to drop off the supplies.

A short nod to his roommate, and he was gone.

[skipping M-A Block and going to here]

Re: M20 spandexorgtfo February 17 2010, 09:13:18 UTC

[and back from here]

Kratos rushed back into his room and walked immediately over to the closet to pull out Signum's sword. Hitsugaya was already there, already waiting. No sign of Hokuto, but judging on how quickly she had shown up last night, he was sure she would be there within a matter of minutes.

As soon as the blade was in his hand he was already turning sharply around and heading back out the door.

[skipping again to here]

Re: M20 spandexorgtfo March 5 2010, 06:30:05 UTC

[back again from here]Kratos stumbled back into the room for the second time that night, only this time with a mostly unconscious Hokuto slung over his shoulder. He let her slide off onto his bed and then got her onto her back before stepping back with a heavy sigh. It was time to address the matter of his arm ( ... )

Re: M20 itstaichoutoyou March 10 2010, 07:10:31 UTC

[from here]Since he was filled with a grave sense of emergency, Hitsugaya didn't even bother to knock before he slammed the door open, revealing his two injured comrades. His eyes immediately looked them over, searching for who needed medical treatment more. Kratos looked tired but wasn't heavily wounded; however, Hokuto was a different story. The wound on her chest was quickly bleeding through her shirt ( ... )

M14 unmocked_lawr February 11 2010, 08:31:43 UTC

Javert's pen raced across the journal pages as night fell, copying the intercom announcement word for word. It sounded as if Landel's attitude about Doyle had changed completely. That was curious; it warranted further investigation. As for the comment about the radio, he could make neither heads nor tails of it, save that apparently Jill had decided to make an appearance again. He pulled the radio out of his drawer, blew the dust off of it, and switched it on. Even if she was ineffectual as always, he would at least document his findings.

Standing up, he changed into his usual clothing, pulling on the greatcoat and sliding the radio, his journal, and a pen into various pockets. Placing his flashlight on his desk, he retrieved his saber and then waited for Threepwood to appear. There was a lot to be done tonight.

Sorry for the wait! sheepwood February 13 2010, 20:23:57 UTC

[From here.]

"M16... M15... M14! Finally!" Guybrush looked around the empty hallway, hoping he'd not missed his meeting by being late. It wasn't his fault they didn't hand out maps of this place to new people. He figured a place this big would have them for sale or posted on a wall somewh- oh wait. This was a nuthouse. Maps would just facilitate escapees. Right.

Then again, it wasn't as though orderlies were lurking around corners and taking people back to their rooms. The pirate hadn't seen even one since the night began. That seemed a little strange and foreboding.

Using his good hand, Guybrush rapped on the door, the knocking breaking the silence of the hall. "Hello? Mr. Javert? It's me, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate!"

Re: Sorry for the wait! unmocked_lawr February 14 2010, 00:37:53 UTC

Javert stood at the sound of the knocking, mouth quirking upward. A young man by the sound of his voice, and a probable acquaintance of Luffy by the sound of his title. Well, that was all right; Javert had met worse company than pirates here, loath as he was to admit it.

Straightening the lapel of his greatcoat, he pulled open the door, eyeing the patient in the hallway. Hadn't expected the height--Threepwood was considerably taller than Javert, despite the latter's ramrod-straight posture. The hook where his hand ought to be was a faintly amusing touch. A pirate indeed.

"Honored to make your acquaintance, M. Threepwood," he said at last, voice bearing only traces of irony. "You found your way here with little trouble, I expect?"

sheepwood February 14 2010, 02:55:25 UTC

Guybrush hadn't expected the man to look so formal and upright. He'd somehow pictured this Javert to be shorter, maybe with an eye patch and beard. Then again, having dealt with primarily other pirates, island natives, and one sleazy salesman during his travels, he really didn't think to visualize him as something other than relatively piratey. He certainly did have a fine coat, though- it added some flair to his look, and thankfully wasn't as blinding as Stan's. If it were made of leather, it would be perfect.

"No trouble at all!" Guybrush answered, deciding not to mention his brief venture into the lady-occupied halls. "Sorry I'm a bit late. Still getting my bearings around here. Where'd all the nurses go? It seems weird to let us wander around like this. And totally irresponsible if they're trying to keep us here."

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itneverwas February 11 2010, 21:40:29 UTC

For those that do not possess a heart there is no such thing as death. No corpse would be left for which to dig a grave, no soul would be left to pass onto the afterlife. Though living beings need a proof of their existence, a Nobody leaves none after their own downfall, as if they had never been there at all. A befitting end, perhaps, for one that is nothing can only be reduced to nothing ( ... )

itneverwas February 11 2010, 21:40:57 UTC

Unfortunately, the other side of his room yielded the very same results, even though some of the items that were present on 'his own' half were missing here. Notably, the plate of food had most certainly been touched...whoever the individual he was meant to share this space with was, it appeared he had been here recently, but had left ( ... )

itneverwas February 11 2010, 22:32:52 UTC

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lostonlifesroad February 12 2010, 02:46:28 UTC

Someone seemed to be feeling better. Not that Landel's mood mattered much to Kakashi; the first mocking of the night simply meant it was time to go, and Kakashi had been ready long before it started. Mentally he went over the route he planned to take, picturing each corridor, and how the shadows spread and converged to hide anything imaginable (and some things that weren't). Traveling was always a combination of haste and care, carefully balanced to economize time while avoiding running right into the jaws of whatever wanted to eat them just then.

Ah well. Thinking about it wasn't going to actually get Kakashi anywhere. And of all nights, this was the one he was most eager to focus on doing. He'd signed up for the sparring program as a way of working on his own skills, and maybe finding the limits of his sharingan in a safer environment. He hadn't known at the time that he'd want to get into such a fight to hold off the memories of Obito's face during lunch, how he'd pushed the jounin away, and demanded to be left alone ( ... )