Sho was looking through his closet when the doctor's voice came on. This time, he actually perked up and paid attention - this was, after all, the man he intended to take down, so he needed all the data he could get on him. So there was some kind of resistance fighting the doctor? Were Sho someone else, he might have considered adding his resources to theirs, but being who he was, his only thought was how he could manipulate this extra factor to his advantage
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[After Sync leaves.]A stale odor brought Nigredo to consciousness, to the dulled points of pain lacing his neck and his fingers. Like habit, his mind moved to process the situation before allowing eyes to open; the cause, after all, might still be around. Another reveal would be another mistake, another set to another pile. He would do so well to lessen that
( ... )
The hall was accurate, the room faded. He stepped carefully, thinking backwards, narrowing it within three doors. Even if he knew the exact one, what would be done? Would he fling open the door, knock quietly? How does one go about being concerned over one they have wronged? He paused there, swordtip resting on the floor beneath him. A breath, breathing, and he reached out slowly, walking forward as he did so, as one following a trail.
The sword was placed next to the frame, his head lowered to press against the door for a moment, hands on either side. His call came softly. {...Nigredo? Are you all right?}
Although scattered, his things were generally left alone. Sync likely found nothing to be of particular value, or maybe there existed no point in stealing from one's roommate. Nigredo should care for the reason--it could factor in at another time--but he didn't. Or didn't to the extent of analysis. U.R.T.V. cared little for possessions, cared less for being without, and Nigredo could not muster enough want to hate the violation
( ... )
The door clicked open, and Albedo's hands dropped, gaze calm at his brother. The words scratched out hoarse, and he half-winced in reflex. Memory called to earlier, and he wondered why his sibling had chose words over a sending. Had he been that worse earlier that this was better? He couldn't know.
But it remained that lies were not to be taken, especially such obvious ones. "You were," he agreed. "But before that, you weren't." The calm the boy was projecting was patient, still. Albedo tilted his head, eyes dark in the hall. "What happened then?"
622 picked up his sword and glowrod, checking the bandages on his leg one more time before setting off. He didn't trust the thing not to come loose and cause problems at some point, so a little obsessing over the thing was really just a case of better safe than sorry.
After making sure the cloth was secured, he headed out into the dark hallways, cautious but sticking to routine. Just like any other patrol.
Tonight was going to be a little different for Rolo, as he got ready and left his room with things in tow. Tonight, he was going to find his brother and talk to him. As much as Rolo wished to leave correspondence on the board, he knew... certain people were watching, and didn't want to rouse too much suspicion. To be honest, he had problems other than just wanting to know exactly where he and Lelouch were at this point. Suzaku was missing, as Lelouch's repeated attempts to reach him on the bulletin board showed. It figured, as Suzaku already betrayed his brother once before. Rolo didn't doubt for a minute that his brother was betrayed again, hence why it was extremely important that he find his brother as soon as possible.
"Useless," The boy spat, though it wasn't sure if he was berating himself or Suzaku. The word rang in his head: Useless. Maybe that's how he felt he was at the moment, just running around and doing nothing. What the hell did he accomplish these last two nights, trying to appease his brother by wasting his time with
( ... )
Thankfully it seemed that the difficult parts of his day had been early on. Dealing with both Yue and Kurogane had been draining to say the least. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of time to sit and dwell on it.
He dressed quickly, long coat trailing behind him. While he hadn't made any specific plans, he kept a close eye on the bulletin board. Seemed like there were a few different routes he could take for the evening.
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The hall was accurate, the room faded. He stepped carefully, thinking backwards, narrowing it within three doors. Even if he knew the exact one, what would be done? Would he fling open the door, knock quietly? How does one go about being concerned over one they have wronged? He paused there, swordtip resting on the floor beneath him. A breath, breathing, and he reached out slowly, walking forward as he did so, as one following a trail.
The sword was placed next to the frame, his head lowered to press against the door for a moment, hands on either side. His call came softly. {...Nigredo? Are you all right?}
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But it remained that lies were not to be taken, especially such obvious ones. "You were," he agreed. "But before that, you weren't." The calm the boy was projecting was patient, still. Albedo tilted his head, eyes dark in the hall. "What happened then?"
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After making sure the cloth was secured, he headed out into the dark hallways, cautious but sticking to routine. Just like any other patrol.
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"Useless," The boy spat, though it wasn't sure if he was berating himself or Suzaku. The word rang in his head: Useless. Maybe that's how he felt he was at the moment, just running around and doing nothing. What the hell did he accomplish these last two nights, trying to appease his brother by wasting his time with ( ... )
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He dressed quickly, long coat trailing behind him. While he hadn't made any specific plans, he kept a close eye on the bulletin board. Seemed like there were a few different routes he could take for the evening.
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