Nightshift 60: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]Even the main hall was deserted. S.T. switched on his flashlight and took a look around. Yeah, it was empty. No roadkill, no other patients. If he ever made it home, he was never bitching at any of the girls who didn't want to do night ops alone again. It was different when you knew there were things out there in the darkness.
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Something had made him pause in the hallway; maybe it was more shame, stirring unpleasantly in the back of his mind, at the idea that he was the one who needed fresh air when Peter's closest friends were the ones grieving tonight because of him. Sort of a punishment. The other part of him, though, suspected it was the thought that he should have been better than that. If he needed to gasp and gag every time someone died, what good was he as a fighter? What he needed was to toughen up and show some resolve. He had no right to wear his uniform ever again if he was just going to soothe his own spirits every night rather than try and make amends.
Maybe. Or maybe that was an excuse.
At any rate, that something propelled him back down the hallways, padding cautiously through the dark in his flimsy Institute sneakers towards the stairs. His gut wrenched at the thought of returning to the scene of the crime- to that hallway- but what good was it if he couldn't ever get past that place again? The therapy hallway was only just ( ... )
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"And it's you!" the Kaioshin replied, breaking into a relieved smile- albeit one tinged with guilt as he realised that he still wasn't entirely sure of the man's name. Not to worry, though. He could always ask now that he was here. "What a coincidence!" Or not if they were both heading upstairs, given that the other way up was all the way down the hall, and who knew what could happen between here and there? Any journey was a dangerous one here, no matter how short ( ... )
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The detective glanced at the stairs, his cheeks turning a bit red from embarrassment. "Well, I would, but I don't really know my way around up there." Then, after hearing the younger man's next question, Gumshoe's eyes widened a little, and he looked back at him with a somewhat calculating look. That gave him an idea. "Sure, pal. Two heads are better than one as long as we're in here. Say, are you familiar with the second floor, pal?" He was so eager to know that he gave a light chuckle. "Maybe you can help me find what I'm looking for. There are a few things I'm after, but I guess they can wait if you can't tell me where they are. They could be right here on the ground floor, for all I know."
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And not just useful things, either, he reminded himself swiftly before he could get carried away. The stairs seemed to be a prime spot for being jumped and attacked, as last night had proven only too well, so if he was going to be guiding the man around he was going to have to be extra careful. He'd managed okay with Sechs and Franziska, though, right?
Thinking of Franziska, he suddenly remembered where their last conversation had been going. "Hey, before we go anywhere..." he added, "I'm Kibitoshin. It's very nice to meet you, sir!" Yes, definitely sir, if he'd worked for her before.
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"Alright. The things I'm looking for might seem pretty simple, but the fact is I just don't know where they would all be. There are three items, to be exact: starch powder, matches, and one porcelain plate. I'd guess the plate would be somewhere in the upstairs kitchen, but as for the other things..." He rubbed his chin in thought and glanced at the other man with a raised eyebrow.
Gumshoe stared blankly when the stranger trailed off, wondering what he wanted to tell him, and smiled once he'd given his name, a disbelieving look appearing on the detective's face. S-Sir? Had he heard that right? The last time someone had called him 'sir', he never would have imagined a place like this existed. Made him realize how much he missed having those young and clueless recruits around for company. "I'm Detective Dick ( ... )
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