Nightshift 55: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

[savagesolitude]

[From here.]Her boots fell with heavy sounds on the smooth floor. She was on the verge of stomping. The loudness struck her about halfway through the new hall, and Claire finally took a deep breath. She didn't pause, but her footsteps came lighter. She slowed

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[witchdetective]

[ from hurr ]

Thanks to her promptness, and despite the setbacks, Erika arrived at their meeting place first. That should have been expected though, as Erika was so close compared to Sync. Normally, she actually tended to wait around a bit and take her time getting ready, but tonight, she was trying to be the slightest bit more considerate. How troublesome, though, that she had to deal with Sync instead of someone directly under her orders to begin with.

"Tch," Erika clicked her tongue, leaning against the wall as she smoothed out the runs in her stockings and other little things with her outfit. She had been hasty with dressing herself, and it actually pained her a little to know she went outside looking rushed.

[ hay Sync, i'm still waiting for you baby... forever.... ]

[ran_on_empty]

[From here.]

If there was one thing that made Erika both an interesting and ridiculously predictable partner it was that, for all her seriousness, she was still a typical girl who cared about her looks as much as her deductions. Even now she found the time to change back into that gaudy dress of hers, something Sync didn't bother hiding his amusement for as he approached her from his hallway.

"I doubt I made you wait long." Girls were pretty touchy about that, weren't they? It didn't really matter to him aside from the fact that he'd rather not let that affect their performance tonight.

[witchdetective]

The detective only gave Sync a wry smile when he "greeted" her, as he caught her in the middle of trying to adjust the hem of her skirt. Naturally, one might have wondered why she didn't stick with her more combat appropriate military outfit, but there were a lot of reasons for that and unless Sync wanted to suffer for a few minutes, she wasn't going to say much on the matter. She was trying to stay on the boy's good side for the most part, after all

[ran_on_empty]

All that really mattered in the end was that Erika didn't slow him down with that outfit; at the very least, the shorter skirt cut out the excuse that the damn thing was too heavy to move around in. To be honest, he expected something else as a greeting when she got to answering, but he'd take what he could get for now. As long as their 'partnership' was still stable then it gave them both a chance to concentrate on what was important

[witchdetective]

Ah, she didn't mean to give Sync the impression that she had "chosen" anyone. Actually, it was the other way around, which was why she paused only for a moment to collect her thoughts on the matter. Deciding which piece of information should go first... well, she was always told to end on her best note, wasn't she? The loss of one of her basement candidates wasn't exactly confirmed anyway, so this was more of a warning than anything

[ran_on_empty]

From what he was gathering about Erika, it sounded like their potential candidate had just up and left without a word. Given the track record of this place, Sync wouldn't be surprised if the institute had just grown bored and set him aside like it did with everyone else who disappeared. That left them back on square on, but the teen seemed like the type to have more back up plans than what was completely necessary

[witchdetective]

"Of course. I had a feeling that making friends isn't exactly a strength or a priority of yours," Erika nodded with a smile on her face, not surprised in the slightest when Sync implied he didn't have anyone who could trust him more than they could throw him. It wasn't like Erika couldn't understand, but it didn't disappoint her at all. Sync's usefulness didn't have much to do with the people he knew, anyway

[ran_on_empty]

'Friends'. That was the last thing he needed at this point; it was a shame most weren't willing to accept the kind of relationship he and Erika had. It'd make things better in the whole once people realized that it was easier to work when they treated everyone else around them as expendable. It was no wonder that progress was becoming a rare word to use these days, and as if it wasn't as if the institute was working to make itself any easier.

And he didn't really care when Erika suddenly grabbed his arm, more pleased by the fact that he didn't have to waste his breath telling her what to do. Tugging off his glove with his teeth, Sync turned towards the nearest wall and readied his hand into a tight fist. The God-General knew from experience that their landing would be rough, but maybe things would turn out in his favor and Erika would be the one to break his fall.

And so, without any more delay, Sync slammed the ring into the wall moments before everything turned black.

[To here.]