...Something was going to happen. Mele uncrossed and recrossed her legs, debating the merits of going out tonight, and had almost convinced herself not to when she thought of the shadow thing. Again. Her immediate reaction was to shy away from the memory, but in the instant the image of the shadow thing had bobbed to the forefront of her mind, Mele thought of how much more pathetic it would have been if the shadow thing had found her cowering in her room
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M20. Soma set her tray aside, putting on the coat hanging in her closet and locating her spear and handgun. She reloaded quickly before tucking the latter in her waistband and hefting her flashlight. No idea where they were going tonight, or what her companions for the night would look like, but that was all right. She'd seen both names before on the bulletin board, and they had both seemed like the straightforward type.
After a moment's thought, she tucked the radio into her pocket as well, then headed out. It wouldn't do to be late.
All in all, Sanosuke couldn't really deny that he'd gotten lucky in at least one aspect of this messed up crap. Plenty of guys showed back up without a damn clue that they'd been trapped before. Sure, this little chat was probably going to end up with him having more than one sore spot, but at least Sanosuke knew what was coming. He'd really be fucked if he'd woken back up here without a damn clue who Ninja Girl was, or Okita, or anyone else besides Kenshin.
That didn't change the fact that he was still pretty screwed, though. Once he made it to the door of F4, Sanosuke let out a long breath, and braced himself for anything that might come flying at his head (or lower) the moment he opened the door.
"Hey, Ninja Girl, you still in here?"
As it turned out, she was. In the middle of pulling her top over her head, no less. Which gave Sanosuke a pretty good view of her barely-covered chest from where he stood at the door.
Yuffie, still struggling with her shirt, thought she heard footsteps outside her door. That wasn't unusual; everybody from F1 to F3 had to pass by her door to get out of the hallway. By the time she realized that, damn, damn, she should've been paying attention, should've been moving faster-it was too late. The hinges creaked and squealed softly, at the same time as that voice said, "Hey, Ninja Girl, you still in here?"
"Sagara-!"
Way, way too late.
Moving with all the speed she had, which was considerably impressive even in this place, Yuffie yanked the turtleneck down the rest of the way. Embarrassment and aggravation compelled her to make a grab for something, and even though that something was a knife-and she knew it was a knife-she was flustered enough to throw it anyway. Fortunately for the both of them, she had the sense to keep it non-lethal. It buried itself with a dull thunk, hilt-deep, into door right by Sagara's stupid, pointy-haired head.
Sanosuke had been somewhere between staring at things he should have and ducking back behind the door when the knife hit its mark. What might have been an apology quickly morphed thanks to that little cue, and Sanosuke threw open the door and stepped inside.
"What the hell was that for, anyway?! I didn't even know if you were in the same room, damn it!" And after the bulletin conversation, Sano certainly had no way of knowing if Yuffie was going to try and bolt before he could talk to her. Okay, so he'd gotten an eyeful he shouldn't have, but damn it, it wasn't like Sano had meant to get a close up look of Yuffie's chest!
"You could at least let me talk a little before you try to kill me."
"Don't be such a drama queen," Yuffie snorted. "I wasn't even trying to hit you!"
She stormed-graceful as a whirlwind, as always-over to the door to retrieve her knife, and made certain that any contact with Sagara was artfully dodged. "As for not knowing if I was in the same room-like I said, you could've just knocked. I'd have come out to throw something at you eventually, and if you'd been smart, it might not have been a knife."
The knife was lodged in well enough that it took even Yuffie a few seconds to wriggle and tug it loose. She checked the blade for damage quickly, before tossing it back onto the bed. It landed with a dull, cloth-cushioned thump right on target; side by side with the other, smaller knife.
With that out of the way, she turned her full attention back to Sagara. Despite her anger and embarrassment at his horrible timing, despite the urge to bicker that she always felt when he was nearby, deep down something told her that she was glad to see him again (him, Sagara Sanosuke, not Brucey Brainwashed). She'd
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Tifa wished Lightning luck and hoped this healer could ultimately help her. In a way, she was glad she hadn't needed to ask Yuffie. She had been feeling bad about that all day. It wasn't her right to offer up a friend's limited abilities for a complete stranger. Tifa had just been too eager to start adding good deeds to her broken rosary. Now it became yet another regret pressed onto her shoulders that would probably never get chipped off.
With her nasty garbage bag in one hand, her flashlight in another, and her ice materia tucked into her bra, the brunette was ready to move to the bathroom by herself.
It was only a short sprint down the hall to the woman's room. F6. She stopped outside and rapped on the door with her flashlight. Usually she wouldn't bother with it, ninja could move in the dark when they had to of course, but she did need to see the woman's injuries if she was to help her properly.
She let out an impatient sigh and pushed the door open after only waiting a few seconds. Just in case she was too badly off to get it herself, she reasoned.
"Hello? I'm Sakura... from the bulletin? The healer. I'm coming in, okay?"
After dealing with Tifa and hearing that entirely cryptic message on the intercom, Lightning continued to sit at her desk, legs crossed and brimming with impatience. Did anyone actually understand the "doctor's" messages? Probably not, she guessed. It was likely just yet another way to continue taunting them for... whatever contrived reasons they had in mind.
Like the shadowy being who had come to her the previous night. Lightning didn't want to call herself uneasy at the thought of running into that again, but... perhaps it was hard not to be. It had said things deliberately cruel, things it shouldn't have known, and Lightning had no idea how or why except that, yes, they were trying to upset her.
... Trying to drive her towards the end dictacted by the Brand on her chest, perhaps?
Seeking distraction, she flipped open the journal the nurse had given her earlier, staring at the blank pages inside of it. The Eagle. Plans. She didn't think she could forget stuff like that, but after talking to others and believing there was likely
( ... )
Sakura glanced over the room briefly, but it wasn't any different from all the others. She nodded once to the woman and again when she gave her name. Lightning? At least it was something, she guessed. As she got closer, it was easy to see the bandages up the woman's arms
( ... )
Having gathered her things and changed for the night, Sakura waved farewell to her new roommate and darted out the door and down the very same hallway. She had to hurry if she was going to make all her meetings tonight, but the wounded always came first. And if Shikamaru was going to pick at her for being a little tardy, things here were even worse than she'd thought.
Since she wasn't sure of the nature of the injury, she made sure to pack everything she might need. Even if it was likely the doctors of this place had already seen to anything vital; bones being set, stitches, healing salves, and whatever else they did around here. This would most likely take some chakra and after how long it'd been since she last used it, she was feeling more than ready to help out.
Well, Sakura seemed like someone Minako could get along with... pretty focused on work, sure, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She was kind of like Ami in that way, especially with the talk about medical stuff that Minako couldn't (and didn't really want to) follow, and if anyone could think of a way to get out of here it would be Ami. So Minako just waved a cheerful farewell as the girl rushed out of the room, clearly off to deal with actual plans that likely involved more than just 'maybe I should go this way' which... was far more than Minako herself had going.
Oh, well. She still needed to get that map Neku had promised. M... what was that room again?
Minako paused and shone the flashlight on her hand, frowning a little at the way the numbers had been smudged. Was that a 28? 26? She was pretty sure he'd said 23, but-- well, she'd just find out.
A few hours alone in a quiet room, even one with dinner, and Taura was about ready to kick open the door. When the intercom came on, she bounced to her feet and picked up the bag she'd packed earlier. Her claws, plus the pipes, hope against hope, were tucked securely away, with her flashlight on top. Her night vision would be plenty until she got to her first destination.
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After a moment's thought, she tucked the radio into her pocket as well, then headed out. It wouldn't do to be late.
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All in all, Sanosuke couldn't really deny that he'd gotten lucky in at least one aspect of this messed up crap. Plenty of guys showed back up without a damn clue that they'd been trapped before. Sure, this little chat was probably going to end up with him having more than one sore spot, but at least Sanosuke knew what was coming. He'd really be fucked if he'd woken back up here without a damn clue who Ninja Girl was, or Okita, or anyone else besides Kenshin.
That didn't change the fact that he was still pretty screwed, though. Once he made it to the door of F4, Sanosuke let out a long breath, and braced himself for anything that might come flying at his head (or lower) the moment he opened the door.
"Hey, Ninja Girl, you still in here?"
As it turned out, she was. In the middle of pulling her top over her head, no less. Which gave Sanosuke a pretty good view of her barely-covered chest from where he stood at the door.
Well, his night was definitely fucked.
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"Sagara-!"
Way, way too late.
Moving with all the speed she had, which was considerably impressive even in this place, Yuffie yanked the turtleneck down the rest of the way. Embarrassment and aggravation compelled her to make a grab for something, and even though that something was a knife-and she knew it was a knife-she was flustered enough to throw it anyway. Fortunately for the both of them, she had the sense to keep it non-lethal. It buried itself with a dull thunk, hilt-deep, into door right by Sagara's stupid, pointy-haired head.
"Knock and wait, dumbass!"
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"What the hell was that for, anyway?! I didn't even know if you were in the same room, damn it!" And after the bulletin conversation, Sano certainly had no way of knowing if Yuffie was going to try and bolt before he could talk to her. Okay, so he'd gotten an eyeful he shouldn't have, but damn it, it wasn't like Sano had meant to get a close up look of Yuffie's chest!
"You could at least let me talk a little before you try to kill me."
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She stormed-graceful as a whirlwind, as always-over to the door to retrieve her knife, and made certain that any contact with Sagara was artfully dodged. "As for not knowing if I was in the same room-like I said, you could've just knocked. I'd have come out to throw something at you eventually, and if you'd been smart, it might not have been a knife."
The knife was lodged in well enough that it took even Yuffie a few seconds to wriggle and tug it loose. She checked the blade for damage quickly, before tossing it back onto the bed. It landed with a dull, cloth-cushioned thump right on target; side by side with the other, smaller knife.
With that out of the way, she turned her full attention back to Sagara. Despite her anger and embarrassment at his horrible timing, despite the urge to bicker that she always felt when he was nearby, deep down something told her that she was glad to see him again (him, Sagara Sanosuke, not Brucey Brainwashed). She'd ( ... )
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With her nasty garbage bag in one hand, her flashlight in another, and her ice materia tucked into her bra, the brunette was ready to move to the bathroom by herself.
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It was only a short sprint down the hall to the woman's room. F6. She stopped outside and rapped on the door with her flashlight. Usually she wouldn't bother with it, ninja could move in the dark when they had to of course, but she did need to see the woman's injuries if she was to help her properly.
She let out an impatient sigh and pushed the door open after only waiting a few seconds. Just in case she was too badly off to get it herself, she reasoned.
"Hello? I'm Sakura... from the bulletin? The healer. I'm coming in, okay?"
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Like the shadowy being who had come to her the previous night. Lightning didn't want to call herself uneasy at the thought of running into that again, but... perhaps it was hard not to be. It had said things deliberately cruel, things it shouldn't have known, and Lightning had no idea how or why except that, yes, they were trying to upset her.
... Trying to drive her towards the end dictacted by the Brand on her chest, perhaps?
Seeking distraction, she flipped open the journal the nurse had given her earlier, staring at the blank pages inside of it. The Eagle. Plans. She didn't think she could forget stuff like that, but after talking to others and believing there was likely ( ... )
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Since she wasn't sure of the nature of the injury, she made sure to pack everything she might need. Even if it was likely the doctors of this place had already seen to anything vital; bones being set, stitches, healing salves, and whatever else they did around here. This would most likely take some chakra and after how long it'd been since she last used it, she was feeling more than ready to help out.
[down to F6]
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Oh, well. She still needed to get that map Neku had promised. M... what was that room again?
Minako paused and shone the flashlight on her hand, frowning a little at the way the numbers had been smudged. Was that a 28? 26? She was pretty sure he'd said 23, but-- well, she'd just find out.
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[skipping a hall to West Wing South 1-B]
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