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Night 59: F11-20 Hallway

Oct 24, 2011 15:54

Anise had only just finished taking inventory of her collected medicine when she heard the telltale sound of the door unlocking. Since this wasn't the first time night had started without any words from the General, she didn't think much of it. She quickly grabbed her nighttime equipment: her meat tenderizer, flashlight, and Tokunaga. Her ( Read more... )

sonia, utena, renamon, tsubaki, rose lalonde, anise, tear, lana skye, rapunzel

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F16 → F11 avengingfists October 24 2011, 10:04:35 UTC

Ilia had jumped to her feet at the sounding of the alarm. That... that was not normal. What ever was here? Ilia hadn't the slightest, but she liked to think life could still have normal moments even in the night. Code Red. She would need to keep that in mind as she looked around, hoping the answer would reveal itself without too much searching.

Having loaded up, Ilia took her flashlight, gave Lana an encouraging smile, then moved out into the hall. She retraced her steps from last night, moving immediately to Rose's room, F11, and knocking politely on the door.

"Rose?" She inquired softly, but certainly loud enough for the girl to hear through the door. Ilia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. She hated the darkness that covered the institute, had hated it since her first night here. Tonight it seemed even more oppressive than before, or maybe it was just paranoia left over from the ominous announcements gifted to them that night.

Get it together, Ilia ol' girl! She couldn't afford to fall apart. Not on Rose! Tonight ( ... )

lovecrafty October 25 2011, 11:55:12 UTC

This was more like it. Weird red lights, ominous messages, and something felt different. In the sense that normal felt exceptional. Power crackled under her skin, and her sylladex wasn't just back, but she could see the slots hanging open in their notspace metaphorical habitation ( ... )

F19 requitedfate October 24 2011, 10:16:45 UTC

Shiina had been gearing up for the night, grabbing all the necessities, when the announcement of a Code Red had been issued and a strange, pink light coated every surface in her and Tear's room. Her impulse reaction was to panic and question everything she had learned so far about the institute. Had Tsubaki or Shou mentioned pink lights before? Did this have something to do with the rotten food everyone (or some of them?) was served today? Were they in trouble? What else could have happened ( ... )

Re: F19 oneman_onekill October 27 2011, 09:44:42 UTC

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He remembered taking this path the night before, and that made him walk with a little more confidence down the hall. It was also nice to have a blade, a real weapon, in his hands for the first time. Niikura was personally more accustomed to the katana, but only because location and circumstances had demanded its use over European blades; he could honestly handle anything that had an edge with far more ease than many others.

And hopefully, that skill would prove enough to protect Shiina. He kept his eyes on the room numbers, watching as they inched closer and closer to 19...ah--Niikura stepped back hastily and to the side to avoid crashing into one of the passerby's, just barely managing to avoid a collision. "Sorry, wasn't watchin' where I was goin'--" Oh wait, that hair.

"Oh! Heh, got antsy waitin' for me, Nagasawa?" What was she doing outside of her room anyway? He'd warned her, right? To stay inside until he came?

requitedfate October 27 2011, 18:26:20 UTC

Something about the darkness and the feeling of rats or something more skittering about behind her had Shiina shuffling just a little quickly down the hall. Quicker than a person should scuttle when attempting to not run right into someone else.

And then she almost did smash into someone. She ducked her head and was attempting to sidestep them with only a quiet "sorry" when the sound of his voice stopped her. Throwing her head back in surprise, Shiina nearly gasped in relief.

"Ni-Niikura-san!" And already he was making light of the situation, but perhaps that was better than dwelling on the fear. It certainly put her at ease. "I was... going to see if I could save you some time. We can get started right away."

oneman_onekill October 28 2011, 08:44:15 UTC

"Oh." Save him some time, huh...as nice as the gesture was, Niikura really would have preferred just meeting Shiina in her room, if only for his peace of mind. At least, though, they'd run into each other quickly. And it was true: now they could get started right away. Time to book it to Mike's room and get on with things before they started getting really weird.

"Ah...okay. Let's get goin' then." He held out his hand (or arm, whichever she felt like holding more) for her to take. "Stick close by, alright? Tonight's got a funny feelin' to it."

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yin_yang_fox October 25 2011, 00:43:58 UTC

The screech ripped through the Digimon's ears, the words a dry echo after the fact, IRIS's mechanical voice registering dull and flat. Renamon's head was ringing, and in the aftermath, there was a distinct sense of vertigo surrounding her, making something inside of her throb in warning. In welcome.

Her head shot up suddenly, that impression too familiar and known. Too--

She slid out of the physical spectrum as simply as a thought--passing the visible one held to the five senses and slipping from it altogether. A moment later, Renamon was physical again.

And grinning widely, as she had not yet before. It was not her form, not Rika or Digivolutions, but it was there, and if that was in its entirety, then....

There. The sensation of ice, hard and burning filled her at the search inward, and the Digimon knew what exactly she had back. It was not her form, but it would make the night all the more easier. The belt she normally equipped was glanced at and left behind; the only thing taken the clawed knuckle which was slipped on her ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 25 2011, 02:17:55 UTC

Ilia moved as soon as the doors opened; Lana gave her a confident nod, dropping the expression as her roommate left.

What she had to do tonight wouldn't be pleasant, but it was necessary. And there was quite literally no one else as qualified to do it; one last duty, and she would owe that man nothing. Not even for the gun she tucked inside her coat; he had no use for it now, and if his death wasn't entirely permanent, no right to it.

The coat still wasn't as impressive as a true detective's trench, but the weight of the gun was reassuring.

The eerie red glow, less so.

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melodists October 25 2011, 04:46:34 UTC

In an abstract, undefined way, Tear understood the capacity Landel's Institute held for immediate changes. As a soldier, she was equipped to switch methods and mindsets at a moment's notice. Emergencies to an intelligence officer with moderate experience in treating battlefield wounds were close to routine. But even she couldn't say she had expected what came next ( ... )