Night 47: M31-M40 Hallway

[swornandbroken]

You weren't so quick to gloat last night, asshole, Mello silently retorted as he listened to the announcement. He was in more of a hurry tonight than last, wanting to meet up with Teresa and get what they could from the doctor's computer, and still have time left over to get outside. He grabbed the pipe from its hiding place and pulled on his boots

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[dreadofthegrave]

When the door unlocked, Battler lingered behind for a moment, not yet given the chance to really look around. Between his desk and his drawers, he didn't find anything particular useful or interesting. Maybe the two keys, but as he had nothing worth locking up, those were kept in their spot.

The closet, on the other hand, revealed something interesting; his suit from those two days, and all of the accessories. He couldn't help but frown at the contradiction. Supposedly, the staff wanted them to believe that their lives weren't real, but if that were true, why allow him items with the one-winged eagle on them? None but the Ushiromiya family used it as their family crest. Of course, that couldn't be proved, but it seemed counterproductive all the same. He ran his fingers gently against the fabric. Admittedly, it was tempting to change just because of how ridiculous these uniforms were, and it would keep him warmer should he decide to wander outside, but beyond going to the Sun Room, he wasn't really sure what he was going to do that night. It would be a waste of time, anyway, so in the end, he kept the item in the closet.

Well, no reason to put off leaving. Battler grabbed his flashlight, still on the floor from when he'd accidentally knocked it over that morning, and ventured into the hall. There were a couple people there when he exited, and while he normally would have greeted them, he chose instead to pass by silently. It was kind of rude, but considering the situation, he doubted he was the only busy one.

... He needed to get to the Sun Room as fast he could. The sooner he confirmed what was going on with Beato, the better.

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[antiheroed]

The immediacy of the sudden Darkness hit him. One moment, he had been resting on his bed, and the next, there was a sudden twisting in his stomach, reminding him of his awareness of his surroundings. Even if he couldn't put his finger on it, it was obvious: this place was crawling in it. Riku knew it could be stronger, more consistent, but he had a feeling that his senses were dulled, too. Shifting from the earlier hours of the day, when the lights shone brightly like nothing was wrong, to this different feeling was remarkable for him. While his roommate took off, he found himself dealing with the sudden awareness of what this place was really like.

There was nothing to fear about the Darkness usually, but that didn't keep him from feeling uneasy. Yeah, there was nothing to fear, but this place was coated in it. That wasn't a good thing.

Riku forced himself out of the bed, body feeling gangly and uncomfortable now with this newfound awareness. Riku wanted his clothing, his shoes, and the ability to bring out Way to the Dawn immediately, but he couldn't slice at the air. He couldn't do much of anything. Too bad, really-he wished he could get past these restrictions. At least he could act like he was okay for Sora. If his friend couldn't smile as easily as he once did, Riku could try to make up for it.

"That's a stupid idea," he said out loud to the emptied room. If he took his time thinking about the Darkness, about what was going on, the others were going to beat him. Well, he'd just have to come up with some reason for it.

He grabbed his flashlight and headed out. Though he could see okay in the Darkness, he didn't want to chance this place throwing any curve balls at him.

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