whiteychan
in
damned
Nightshift 24: M21-M30 Hallway
(starting in room M23)
For the first time since he had arrived, Hitsugaya cracked a slight dirisive smile at the Doctor's intercom announcement. He seemed exhausted and weary, which meant hope for his team and, better still, hope for Mustang's team. If his despair grew powerful enough, he'd start making mistakes, which meant that when the time came to strike him down, they'd have better chance of doing so.
As the doors clicked open, he paused to take stock of his inventory. Not much...a flashlight heavy enough to use as a makeshift club, a handful of pens, a random keyring, and his journal. His roommate had been kind enough to leave him alone after their mild explosion, giving him time to complete the copy of the map in his journal. He ripped out the pages comprising the map, then ripped out a few more pages for him to make notes on their exploration, just in case.
Taking the entire band of pens which he stuck in a pocket, he stepped out of his room to wait for his team to arrive. The halls were dark and eerie, much like Renji had said they would. Thankfully, he was a death god. He was accustomed to the dark and eerie.
Leaning against the wall next to his room, he went over his map, slowly working out their plans. He wished Rangiku could have been on his team, but every team needed to have a shinigami, and there were enough of their forces that every shinigami could have a team.
Mustang was going to need a lot of help, and the 'arts and crafts division' were determined to provide it.
For the first time since he had arrived, Hitsugaya cracked a slight dirisive smile at the Doctor's intercom announcement. He seemed exhausted and weary, which meant hope for his team and, better still, hope for Mustang's team. If his despair grew powerful enough, he'd start making mistakes, which meant that when the time came to strike him down, they'd have better chance of doing so.
As the doors clicked open, he paused to take stock of his inventory. Not much...a flashlight heavy enough to use as a makeshift club, a handful of pens, a random keyring, and his journal. His roommate had been kind enough to leave him alone after their mild explosion, giving him time to complete the copy of the map in his journal. He ripped out the pages comprising the map, then ripped out a few more pages for him to make notes on their exploration, just in case.
Taking the entire band of pens which he stuck in a pocket, he stepped out of his room to wait for his team to arrive. The halls were dark and eerie, much like Renji had said they would. Thankfully, he was a death god. He was accustomed to the dark and eerie.
Leaning against the wall next to his room, he went over his map, slowly working out their plans. He wished Rangiku could have been on his team, but every team needed to have a shinigami, and there were enough of their forces that every shinigami could have a team.
Mustang was going to need a lot of help, and the 'arts and crafts division' were determined to provide it.