Night 55: M11 - M20 Hallway

[spandexorgtfo]

And there was the evening announcement, timely as always, although he could have done without the noise at the beginning. It was still slightly jarring to not hear those mocking tones that he had grown so accustomed to, but he did prefer the more direct announcements that had been rolling in ever since last evening. No pathetic attempts at creating

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M20

[hairraising]

[From here]

Luckily for Rapunzel, M20 was the first room up in the hallway; there would be no need to search the whole hall for the right room. She felt butterflies flitting around in her stomach as they approached. She really hoped she could do something for Kratos, whoever he was. She wasn't really sure what she would do with herself if the only thing the institute had left her with was her hair length alone.

Speaking of which, she let her hair down to the ground behind her then. Even with the load lighter than it (apparently) ought to have been, holding an armful of hair still got tiring after a while.

She looked over to Soma, then took a breath in - and out. Then she knocked gingerly on the door. "Um, Kratos? It's Kratos, right? Are you in there? My name is Rapunzel. I'm here with Soma for Arts & Crafts. Can we come in?"

[spandexorgtfo]

[timeskipping to after Kenshin leaves]

Kratos let the knock go unanswered for a few seconds as he debated whether or not to answer the door. He didn't know why Soma especially would show up at his room at this time; didn't she have a mission to attend to? Something about helping a new member find a weapon...he hadn't paid particular attention to Sora's post or to the rest of the board in general once he'd confirmed that Sora had noted him as injured. What he was sure of, though, was that his room was not an ideal location by any stretch of the imagination for finding a weapon for permanent use

[madeinthehrl]

Soma tried not to stare as Rapunzel let her hair pool in the hallway behind her. That would have been rude. But wouldn't it get dirty, or trapped in something, or--although she supposed Rapunzel didn't really have a choice in the matter. Anyway, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. Perhaps she could be persuaded to trim it. Ankle length sounded reasonable enough to take care of a larger injury, and she could keep it tied back in the meantime.

There was a noticeable pause before the door swung open, and Soma resisted the urge to fidget. Kratos was silent for a moment before he finally spoke, and Soma straightened instinctively to respond.

"You're injured," she said matter-of-factly. "Rapunzel has healing abilities and wanted to help. We were just passing by anyway."

Hopefully, he'd be sensible and wouldn't argue about it--but that was unlikely. Soldiers always did.

[hairraising]

Rapunzel couldn't help but jump just slightly when the door finally opened. Kratos was a good deal taller than her and Soma, about the same height as Eugene. He had a much more imposing stare than Eugene did, though, which caused Rapunzel to make a quiet "ulp" involuntarily.

She soon forced herself not to get too caught up in the first impression, however. This was someone Soma and Sora both trusted; he wasn't going to bite her head off. With a short cough, she chimed in: "Right! It won't be too much trouble. I need to see how well this magic works, anyway. Best case scenario, you're totally fine! Worst case, we're, uh, kind of annoying and then we leave you be?"

She flashed Kratos a smile that was only slightly awkward. "So. Uhhh... Can we come in?" she asked, not-so-subtly grabbing the back of her hair and roping it around the back of the pile so that it could be more easily tugged into the room with her.