Night Shift 24: M11-M20 Hallway

[screwthegods]

((OOC: Starting off in M13, moving into the hall.))Homura closed his eyes as that familiar voice filled the air, let out a slow breath to ease into the proper mindset for what was about to happen. Short this time, which was good, as he didn't have any desire to listen to the head doctor prattle on endlessly. No, Homura was eager to get things

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[unmocked_lawr]

It felt rather odd to be staying in his room after the doors had unlocked and the sound of footsteps in the hall outside had long died away. Javert wrote briefly in his journal, brushed his teeth methodically as Mal had showed him the previous night, then went through the contents of the drawers on his side of the room again. Predictably, he found nothing new.

The radio crackled to life as he sat down at his desk again. He listened, mystified, to its message before snorting and shaking his head. Justice or no, it seemed the voice behind the radio was intent on bringing about the downfall of this "Martin Landel" because of some personal grievance. If there was anyone who was going to be meting out justice in this place, it was going to be Javert.

He picked up The Hunchback of Notre Dame and began to read again. Disjointed as it was, he wasn't the sort to leave a book unfinished.

[janus_006]

So, here they were. M14. How much of the night had gone by already? Already Alec's sense of time was beginning to break down, which was not a good sign. Was the supposed madness in this place contagious? Lord, he hoped not.

He listened to the radio's message with vague interest, noticing that whoever was broadcasting seemed to have something against this Landel person. Excellent. A possible ally?

Alec knocked on the door, figuring that it would be rude to just barge in, unlocked or not. And considering that Javert was already suspicious of him (thanks to that little slip of the tongue), strolling right in like he owned the place wouldn't really do much to endear himself to the Inspector.

[littlestrawdoll]

[from here]

His grip around the flashlight tightened. He felt no different - ensuring that he was not cut off, necessarily, from Ojou - but he had not been called back from... wherever this was, or even summoned. For someone of Ren's calibre, disconcertedness didn't come easily. But here he was, not a little fazed, despite the equanimity of his mien. He wasn't from this world, and so obeying its rules came down to choice. NormallyHesitant to do more of a test then he already had in front of others, Ren felt an ever-growing sense of dismay. He'd been around long enough to know when he was in trouble

[blacksustenance]

Ren's question would have been awkward if they'd been any place than here. Brock inwardly thanked the fact that Landels had a ridiculously high concentration of mutants - or "metahumans", as Stefan Richter had insisted on calling them - and he now had a good, believable excuse that he could fall back onto if he happened to do anything a normal human shouldn't be able to. Saying you were some kind of freak born that way tended to be a bit easier to swallow than admitting you were roomies with an alien in your own body, after all

M18

[face_of_chaos]

He hadn’t bothered going to the remainder of the days activities, and instead spent the rest of the evening inside of his apparent lodgings. This whole situation was something that had never transpired before, and though he would simply take everything into stride, Yuber found himself feeling slightly disgruntled over the fact that who ever called on him had yet to show themselves. Off course adding to the fact that his Eightfold Rune was unresponsive wasn’t helping the situation either

[haiiro_no_chou]

[From here.]

Rukia walked down the hallway, glancing behind her before saying, "Valyn's right. I've been told there are some very nasty creatures that roam around at night. I've encountered some... cat-things that were half-rotted, but I've heard there are much worse things." Stopping outside M12, Rukia added, "Which is why we need to help Colonel Mustang. I doubt it will be as simple as opening a door..."

[broken_exorcist]

Cat things? Allen frowned. He had a hard time believing there were things even Akuma were afraid of. Or shinigami. Whatever they were. They were the monsters after-all. He'd been silly enough to indulge the notion that vampires might exist when they were on the Crowley mission, but even then, it'd been nothing but fallacy. The only real monsters were Akuma(the Noahs as well, but they were actually human, not animated dolls). All of that aside, Allen did not think it was possible for anyone to be more monstrous than his master, Marion Cross. He still had nightmares sometimes

[notmyfather]

What in the name of the ancestors and progenitors had Renji gotten him into?

Valyn had been more or less rather bland about his company up until the man - what had his name been? Had Valyn even heard it? - started talking about hurting people. Whatever the reasons - madness or some other condition - it was remarkably careless to send him out on any sort of mission if the man couldn't control himself! Even Valyn knew that much!

He was growing more and more pleased he'd made that deal with Adelheid.

He cleared his throat, feeling very much uniformed and like dead weight once more. "Is there something I should know before we proceed any further?" he asked, his voice almost droll and one eyebrow arched.

[haiiro_no_chou]

Rukia had to wonder why - and how - Allen's eye had been glowing, but decided to address more pressing concerns for the moment. "Like I said, Allen, I'm not one of these 'Akuma', so it shouldn't be a problem. What, exactly, is the nature of your weapon, and why would you be unable to control it?"

Rukia glanced at Valyn, who seemed more irritated than before. Something about him reminded her of Byakuya, but she couldn't say exactly what...

[part1of3]

[From here.]

And there were people in the hallway. There were people that looked like they were waiting in front of his room. It was weird to notice that - but then again, he had his shiny new swords, and he wasn't afraid to use them.

Ashton Anchors didn't say anything to the people who seemed to be waiting, and it looked like he didn't even acknowledge them. Truthfully, he'd had enough of talk. He simply would rather not be held up any further. Normally he'd like to stop and chat, but Ashton had probably held up tonight's plans long enough anyway. He was a bit embarrassed about it - hopefully Dias wouldn't mind that he'd been so slow in finally leaving.

Even so, he was a lot stronger with swords than with ladles.

He walked a few steps away from the door (and the crowd) and waited for Dias to follow.

[part1of3]

[ to here~]

[offduty]

At this point, he’d slipped in front of Rufus, both to catch up quicker to Elena and to keep up his role as the President’s human shield. She hadn’t gone that far, and so it didn’t take him very long before he’d fallen just a step behind her.

“Hey, rookie,” he said. “Shouldn’t be wandering by yourself without a weapon.”

He held out the gun. Peace offering. He didn’t need it, anyway, now that he’d gotten his hands onto a pipe. Rufus could’ve used the gun, but in the end, Rufus had him; Rufus was used to being protected. Elena was not-it was obvious by now that she didn’t want to fall into the category of a damsel in distress-which meant she’d be better off being able to take care of herself. She’d feel better about it, at least.

Hopefully.

And if he did somehow screw this up and she did end up running off, then she’d at least have something to defend herself with

[theheirshinra]

"Reno is right, Elena. It's not safe