Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this

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[screwthegods]

As always, the nighttime announcement served as a call to action, particularly on this evening. Homura's eagerness to travel below would have been motivation enough, but what Hanatarou confirmed for him on the bulletin had made the demi-god's heart race. If that substance truly was the same as what Homura had injected into himself, then his group had stumbled upon an answer many had been seeking. That made the secrecy of their access to the upstairs room all the more important to keep, and that alone served as a benefit to Adelheid's disappearance. He'd had the only key not held by one of the History Club to that room, leaving Homura with no control over who found it.

Changed before the welcome to night, Homura prepared his supplies for going out: his flashlight (though the beam was growing dull) and his sword. He'd leave whatever Hanatarou had to give him in Kenren's room, instead of making the full trip back to his own block. And though he didn't know what to expect in the basement, Homura wanted to have as little burden as possible. The Sun Room usually had a brainwashed patient on these nights, and though it seemed the History Club had escaped the selections recently, there were still formidable foes. Speed would be essential, as getting caught up in prolonged battle would only become a hindrance, in the end.

So Homura headed out of the hall, the path all too familiar.

[screwthegods]

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