Nightshift 49: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi]

[loyal_soldier]

[From here]"Fierfek," 622 cursed softly as he stepped through the door, sighing. There wasn't any reason to try and hold the door to head back, it wouldn't help them. Instead of a corridor, they'd just stepped through into one of the doctor's offices. It was better than being dropped right into a crowd of hostiles, that was for sure, but still, it

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[vodka_jump]

There might be times when Russia couldn't remember how he'd gotten somewhere, or what he was doing. There were even times when he couldn't remember what'd led up to the bloody mess on this living room floor, but it didn't change the facts. They'd come in from a hallway, walked in the door, and now they were walking back out and into a completely different room. Not a hallway at all.

"Since we are seeing the same thing sergeant, I think we can rule out your sanity."

If he didn't know better, he would've been sure this was nothing but a hallucination brought on by a long night of heavy drinking. He often had strange dreams, but this felt much too real to him to be a dream. At least not completely. Drugged maybe? It might explain a few things.

All the same, it didn't stop the dark, worrisome, and depressive aura from hovering over him like an invisible cloud. Nowhere near as bad as the anxiety his sisters caused him, but he found himself muttering a repetitive kolkolkol under his breath as he lumbered into the room. It couldn't be blamed on the sergeant, no, but he could certainly take out his frustrations on the obnoxiously pristine room. He swept an entire shelf of books to the floor scattering their pages everywhere. If this person was going to continue to keep them imprisoned, he wasn't going to be any nicer to their facilities. Maybe overturning the desk would be enough to calm him down.

[loyal_soldier]

This was just incredibly disconcerting. He'd already been subject to impossible forces here. The fact that he was alive after the destruction of the Death Star was proof of that in itself. He'd seen stuff that could only be described as magic here. But he'd never seen physical reality bent like this. It made no sense.

He watched Russia curiously, deciding not to speak until his destructive mood was finished. It would be easier to mention practical matters that way. Like making sure they were prepared for whatever was on the other side of the door the next time. They could easily end up in a guarded area, and he didn't know whether someone could just turn around and open up the door again as soon as it had shut. It didn't make any sense, but it felt to him that being able to rearrange the universe itself should take more than just a second or two.

He was used to feeling totally outclassed by everything else, but this was just so far from normal or even just hostile that he was fighting to not slowly pick up on Russia's mood. Hostile he could have dealt with. He was made for dealing with hostile. But this? He couldn't even think of a way to get this to stop. The door that Russia had kicked in had completely restored itself by the time it had closed behind them, so they likely couldn't destroy the door to make this stop. And why was it even tied to the doors in the first place?

Thinking about all of this just compounded his feeling of helplessness. It was like when Commander Akobi had been murdered and he had no idea how to find the killer. He had to keep going, he just didn't know anything else but that.

[vodka_jump]

He toppled the chair easily, and knocked over a few more books, but managed to keep from completely losing it. He gave the desk a good kick though, but it only sent it less than a foot. Thing must be sturdy. Apparently content with the damage, he looked up at the sergeant, the same serene(or slightly deranged) smile returning to his face. Someone was toying with them. Someone really should have thought first before upsetting Russia. True, he could be volatile, dangerous, and erratic, but even so, he was also patient. And more than willing to wait if it meant finding the one responsible and punishing them slowly and thoroughly.

"It doesn't look like my things are here either," he said, voice strangely soft for his frame and recent temper. "Was there anything you wanted? Or should we keep going?"

[loyal_soldier]

622 waited, standing at ease. Well, he supposed that was one way to deal with stress.

"Nothing that I can see. Back through the door, then." Please, let it be somewhere useful this time.

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