Night 57: M91-M100 Hallway

[falseblack]

[M96]

Military with an agenda was no different than a maniac with an agenda, and though he could appreciate the straightforward approach, Nigredo was hardly in the mood to give the words another try. Value was a virtue fast becoming tiresome, and tonight, he had resolved to focus on the trip downward instead of dwelling on matters too close to his

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[ran_on_empty]

While his suspicions had been validated by Aguilar's first few seconds of commentary, that was immediately overshadowed by the information that soon followed. It seemed as if a lot of doors were opening for them in such a short amount of time, giving way for everyone to have that chance to finally get something done tonight

[falseblack]

He could take the statement as a sign of overconfidence, but Nigredo knew better than to underestimate the older boy. Better to assume Sync was speaking frankly. Besides, he wasn't someone to waste bullets on such a lackluster cause. "Trust me," he commented lightly. "That's the last thing I want to do."

The other signaled their departure with a rather backhanded comment, and the variant threw the other an absent look. He could have retorted that kidnapping was hardly a fair comparison to make--he might have, in fact, if this was his sibling. Nigredo merely pulled away from his spot instead, forcing himself to walk more naturally. No need to expend more energy than was required.

Wordlessly, he went out the door and the down the hall as directed, keeping Sync on his peripheral view.

[To here.]

m99

[not_rly_fai]

It was hard to focus on much aside from his visitor. There'd been no trinkets, no veiled threats or implied violence, but it'd shaken him all the same. They'd brought Fai back. He was here and it was possible for them to be together again, but...

So many questions and not nearly enough answers. Yuuhi dressed, eye constantly flicking toward the door for potential visitors. With how time fluctuated here, it was just as likely that he would completely miss someone as he was to run into them face-first down the hall. Still, some were more welcome than others. And while he hadn't yet sorted out what he ought to spend his evening doing, he knew staying here could only yield a handful of results. It was better to get out than nothing at all.

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[not_rly_fai]

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[tender_cruelty]

He had spent most of dinner trying to dry himself off after the snowball fight with Rose, and ignoring the filthy looks that the staff had given him. One of the nurses had scolded him for taking off his jacket and sweatshirt and leaving them in the snow. Seemed to think that he'd catch a cold but that was blatantly ridiculous. Cold viruses were dormant in those temperatures and he'd never had a cold in his life. He hadn't been sick in his life, as far as he could remember, aside from those first few days with Celestial Being, struggling from lack of food and oxygen starvation.

He and Fai hadn't spoken much. Fai had seemed distracted, and Allelujah had things on his mind as well. He couldn't get over seeing Badou as a visitor, the anger that he'd felt at such a betrayal. It had been heady and violent and warm compared to his normally placid emotional state. Was this how Hallelujah felt all the time?

Most of the time.Allelujah hummed softly, frowning at the whispered note in the back of his head as he prepared for the night and

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou groaned as he struggled towards consciousness, and briefly considered struggling in the other direction. It was getting harder and harder to wake up all the time, but this time had to be the worst so far. He was uncomfortable, a little stiff, and he could swear he'd been chewing on cotton balls all night (he only had the one pillow, right?). He'd been having the most fucked up dream, too. Haine rode around on a black bicycle and Badou had been... in the basket... with his hair done up in twin braids and they both had dainty little wings and checked out each other's asses a lot. Landel was a sick, sick man, and he was entirely to blame because Badou's subconsciousness was at least 20% less homoerotic usually

[tender_cruelty]

He had moved as soon as he'd heard movement, all reflex action and instinct merging to allow him to twist away from the hand that reached out to grab him. He grabbed it instead, a hard grip, and bent it painfully behind Badou's back before he even realised who it was who had called for him. He gave the arm a quick tug and only then gave his assailant a proper look.

Red hair, a foul mouth and he knew that face, knew it very well.

His expression darkened and he twisted Badou's arm further up his back. No, not Badou. One of those creatures which mimicked people, most likely. Even if it wasn't... well, he'd deal with that if it came up. "Give me a good reason not to gut you now."

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou hadn't been trying particularly hard to get ahold of him, but he had a feeling it wouldn't have made a difference either way because he might be confused and pissed and low on nicotine but Alle could pretty much snap him in half on a whim. Usually, he was ok with that. 'Could' didn't mean 'would'. At least, he'd thought so before his arm started screaming in agony.

Badou cursed under his breath, going still despite every instinct screaming to twist away. Alle had a good grip on him, and if multiple beatings had taught him anything (except to avoid beatings as much as possible) it was that trying to struggle out of this hold would only cause him more pain and possibly dislocate something. They'd be expecting it. Better to wait until the grip eased a little, though something told him Alle didn't get sloppy either.

"Alle --" Badou inhaled sharply. "Shit, ease up! It's me - fuck - you'd get blood on your nice new outfit? What's gotten into you, man?"

M95

[ham_fisted]

At first, Gumshoe was slow to wake up. He blinked sleepily at the ceiling--Lights Out had come and gone--and rubbed his eyes with a deep, annoyed groan. Had he slept through the day again? Could they have carted him off to the Infirmary? I've got to shape up!, he thought angrily, a hand running down his face. Mr. Edgeworth's whereabouts might be unknown for now, but he couldn't just give up! Haven't you noticed there are OTHER people waiting to be saved!? They were counting on the police to try their darnedest to break them out! And since it didn't seem like the downtown police had anything to say about it, they were relying on cops like him!

...He frowned deeply. "I'm so useless." Before he could start feeling too miserable, his eyes widened. Someone was talking. The voice wasn't as familiar to him as Dr. Landel's, but he was sure he'd heard it before. He'd only heard it once or twice since the military takeover. The instant it hit him, he bolted upright and narrowed his eyes at the intercom speaker. The General!This guy sure could

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[ham_fisted]

[skipping two halls to here]