Night 56: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
[from here]Niikura let the door leading in from the previous hallway stay open as he slipped into the next hall, flipping his flashlight on as he did so. It was completely silent, a contrast to the soft undercurrent of chatter that he usually heard as he made his way to wherever he needed to be. It was also kind of creepy, realizing that he was out
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Sync couldn't have cared less if he got looks for carrying someone in his arms. For all they knew he was just doing his sedated a roommate a favor and being considerate of the limited time they had. Either way, the God-General didn't dare slow down despite the added weight, though he remained at a pace that ensured that the latter wouldn't awake prematurely unless he was jostled while moving through the sets of doors.
If all went well then Erika would be waiting for him at their usual spot, which meant wasting less time with waiting.
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How did she describe thirteen years of existence in a mere moment? The gifts alone formed a mountain of parental passive-aggression the likes of which might never be replicated in another universe.
"I lived with my mother, in the post-modern concrete jungle she was partial to referring to as 'home sweet home'." She really, really didn't want to explain human relationships again, even if Lily seemed capable of listening and rational thought. But needs must.
"Were you human? As in, is your current form the one you generally expect to take upon waking up in the morning?"
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His eyes began scanning the hallway immediately, looking for any sign or scent of his fiancée. The vampire's hand was gripped tightly around the flashlight, but he had yet to turn it on. He could see well enough from the light of other passing patients to move on his own and still stay safely in the dark.
He felt nearly predatory with the taste of blood still in his mouth. As he moved deeper into the darkness, he repeatedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve just in case some telltale spot remained.
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In his mind, Scott pulled the sounds of snow blowing outside the door to the Rec Field closer to his ears. There we go, he thought. He could picture it as it had been earlier: cold wind whizzing past his arms and legs, chilling the tips of his ears as his vision filled with white. If he looked down at the snow-covered road, he could barely even tell he was still in a town. It was just a blank, cold space where Scott could wander forever. Already, he was starting to forget the stings of pain. The cold soothed, even when only imagined.
The further he walked in physical space, however, the further that white space took him also. Scott wandered through the hall and through his own mind, following the open nothingness into another time and place, another town filled with white. The snow fell in buckets there, far more than it had in Doyleton, but somehow, it felt softer. He couldn't see where he was going in it, but that didn't matter either; there was something there to help him find his way - someone, rather.
"I... I... I ( ... )
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He was nearly there when a waveform expanded abruptly, and Albedo's nearly stumbled. It had been a while... since he had felt that. That and indescribable rage. From another source, it would have been more easily accepted; here, however, it existed as some alarm. Despite misgivings, he followed it as it receded back, waveform gracing along Nigredo's own in curiosity and concern.
And hurt, still. Let's not forget that, shall we?
Little brother did not seem hurt, at any rate. There was still a question of why that existed.
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