[Free, no limits.]Not that he was digging his heels in or anything, but the end of the day found Ichimoku Ren on the opposite end of town from the drop-off point. He didn’t need any more alone time, considering he’d been on his own the entire day, the sheriff’s office having been empty and his newfound appetite not being enough to spur him into ( Read more... )

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The sheriff’s place was closer, and that decided it for him.

Outside, the doll stood looking up at the building, scrutinizing it. The slight skepticism he felt thankfully didn’t bleed into his expression. Well, he’d known there was a sheriff, and he knew what a sheriff was--in fact, he’d even played a sheriff one or two times, ( Read more... )

Senna stepped off the bus to wind blowing through the clothes she was given. A sad face at one of the nurses allowed her a long red scarf as well, and once she had draped it around her neck and let it hang down her back, she had trotted off ( Read more... )

One second he was in the hallway, dizzy and sickened and barely able to focus as Youko picked him up (and he'd thought for a moment to warn her to be careful before remembering his shirei couldn't hurt her anyway, even agitated as they were) and then the next...in bed. Back in the sterile hospital room, with only the sharp scents of cleaners and ( Read more... )

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Eureka!

This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a ( Read more... )

[From here]Starting off down the hall, he took it at an even stroll, checking doors one by one ( Read more... )

[From here]Finally reaching the top of the steps, Sho's velocity at last hit 0. Panting for breath, he set down the sheet full of thing he'd brought from his room. If this little jaunt was any indication, he'd have to recalculate his stamina and other physical statistics; either that or he was just out of shape. He hadn't done a lot of honest to ( Read more... )

[From here]Up and up and up he went, taking the stairs in a Fibonaccian sequence until he had to admit he couldn't leap 8 steps at a time and had to settle for fluttering back and forth between the first four prime numbers ( Read more... )

[from here]No, really, where the fuck was everyone? Shit, someone needed to be out and about. The rescue-mission post had had a dozen or so eager-beaver volunteers, so where were they? He hoped they were around when he got back with the gear, because he wasn't planning to spend the night as a poor man's on-call EMT ( Read more... )

[from here]The main hallway was empty, too. The quiet was broken only by squeak of S.T's shoes on the tile floor and tiny creaks of metal as the toolbox swung as he walked ( Read more... )