Night 53: M-A Block Hallway

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At one point Sora might have noted how the hall was particularly empty, but as things stood, he just made his way around the corner and toward the block's exit without really thinking about it. The fact of the matter was that he'd seen this hall in so many different states (empty, packed full of people, streaked with blood after a

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[train_tracer]

[From here]Reaching the end of his hallway, Vino paused. The joint hallway that lead to a small row of similar corridors to the one he had just come from certainly looked different under a different light. It was almost hard to imagine that he had passed through this hallway twice today and thought the walls too bright and too bland

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[toxicspiderman]

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The hall was slowly waking up, the early twilight crowd lumbering past like barges or decaffeinated yuppies.  S.T. revved his legs and zipped through, moving through the dark without a light.  Stealth wasn't especially important in the patient blocks, but it wasn't a bad habit.

The fact that it looked cooler was entirely free-range gravy.

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[affictitious]

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So, it was him, a giant toothpick, an epileptic flashlight and a warm body temperature against the world. Though he was moderately more comfortable than he had been, he couldn't exactly say in his own skin. Chained or not, being in a vessel was like being crammed into an overhead storage bin while being the size of a skyscraper. It was not a nice combination

[allroadslead]

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Having determined that it would be a pretty good idea tonight to take some time out alone and just work-research, stumble straight into the middle of a hunt (which was likely, given this place), whatever-fate would only just have it that as soon as Sam rounded the corner, his flashlight fell on...him.

Yeah, he recognized that figure anywhere. Especially after last night. He still hadn't had the chance to confront the Trickster over what all that had been about last night and while he seriously didn't feel like bringing on the headache that he knew would come with this task, he couldn't ignore it either.

For all he knew, the Trickster might've planted himself here deliberately. He'd latched onto Jo and Sam could hardly forget the when he'd latched onto him. The demigod had a tendency to be there when unwanted. Not that he was ever wanted in the first place

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Talk about the thorn in his proverbial feathers. (Okay, it was a bad joke. He didn't even have feathers, clipped wings or not. But bad jokes were his specialty.)

Gabriel might have had the decency to not stab Sam (and totally not look surprised by a voice creeping out of the darkness followed by a frame that was equivalent to a moose on stilts), he wasn't equally as good at hiding his annoyance, closing his eyes with a frown. "Turn down the high beams before someone loses an eye."

He meant Sam in particular, by the way. Once Gabriel found a step ladder. It was nice that the joys of having your face on level with someone's elbow kept being brought up all the time.

Besides, if Sam was going to go out of his way to be a smarmy smartass, he could at least be polite. Gabriel was not supposed to be the victim of annoyance. Annoying was on his terms. "What's it to you, yeti? Gonna lead me by the hand and take me on an adventure?"

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Sam rolled his eyes, though he did lower the light. He was annoyed in general-it was hard to be here for any length of time and not feel constantly frustrated by one thing or another-but he wasn't in that dark of a mood nor was he feeling that childish. Or maybe he was, but he wasn't willing to sink that low. And in some ways, this was at least...weirdly familiar. Which was a thought that felt incredibly wrong to have, so much so that he pushed it aside before it even passed through his mind in completion. Still hard to deny, though. He'd just spent so long being faced with the sheer unknown that he couldn't help but appreciate what little shreds of familiarity was left in his life

[antiheroed]

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Nothing so far, but he wasn't surprised. There were a couple guys down this way, anyway, and he figured that could've been why. Maybe it needed more light, but he wasn't sure. Maybe there was somewhere in the institute where he could get light. Or-and he even cast a glance down toward the pair of rings he had, one on his middle and ring finger-he could use those to end up somewhere else. He knew the one, at least, would get him to the electronics store. That could be a start, right?

But Riku didn't want to be hasty.

He shined his flashlight forward and looked for his shadow, and then he flashed it backward, to where he couldn't see. Nothing-he couldn't sense another presence, and he stood there for three minutes, waiting. Still: nothing. But his understanding of this place answered why. Nothing seemed to happen in these parts of the institute. It usually took them heading out further. Great. If anyone saw him tonight, they would probably think he was crazy.

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[itneverwas]

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Compared to last night the institute was much more shrouded in darkness. But the radiance then had been given for a purpose, but Xemnas didn't quite believe the head doctor would repeat the same trick twice. Such a shame, as he would have wanted to observe it.

Several existences already traveled through this corridor; noises coming from various directions, the small beams of their torches breaking through the shadows to indicate their presence. But tonight they were of no concern.

[itneverwas]

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