Nightshift 60: F11-F20 Hallway

[fourstonewalls]

[Inside F16]

Now that Ilia had left, there was plenty of room to pace, and Lana took it. It would help keep her muscles loose, too. Ilia had been a help, but the most important point was getting the basics to Ema -- including the part about running away being the best thing to do if she couldn't help. She would hold onto that guilt; Lana knew

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[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon found the hallway Renji had asked to meet him in, and he could feel the Shinigami's presence somewhere nearby. Assuming he was finishing up whatever business he needed to take care of, Daemon paused at the entrance of the corridor, leaning casually back against the wall as he waited. He doubted the redhead would keep him long.

[stray_shinigami]

[From here.]

Renji slipped out into the hallway and flicked his flashlight off. He could feel Daemon close, practically breathing down his neck; the guy's spirit was that powerful. He moved down the hallway and paused near Daemon, grinning into the darkness. "Fancy meetin' you here, asshole. Let's have some fun."

[bastard_sadi]

"So nice of you to finally show up," Daemon quipped in return, arching a dark brow at the redhead, a hint of a smile playing around the corner of his lips.

"Dare I even ask what you were doing in the female wing at this time of night? Are you sure I'm not interrupting your fun?" he teased, a hint of a smirk in his voice as he flicked on his flashlight just enough to illuminate the pair of them.

[stray_shinigami]

"Thought if I let you get too bored, you'd start drawing on the wall or some shit." Daemon's next question had him frowning, but he shrugged; he knew the man didn't actually mean anything by it. "Had some teaching to do. Not a lot you can do in one night, but it's a start." He shrugged again. "Anyway, I was just realizing I should probably see about getting myself a new weapon since my sword's fuckin' vanished. Bitch of a thing. Got any suggestions?"

[bastard_sadi]

"Most of what I had is gone, too," Daemon answered, pushing away from the wall with a shrug. "I didn't worry about it last night because it wasn't necessary, although that doesn't seem likely to become the norm. I'm open to suggestions. Then again, I made do with a pole of sorts last time around."

[stray_shinigami]

"You can do some pretty awesome stuff with a pole," Renji remarked. "It's the grandfather of all weapons. Don't need a blade to fuck things up." He thought about the options for a minute. "Best place to stop is probably the janitor closet, or that storage room. Either one should have something pretty pole-like. Like a handle off a mop. Not as long as I'd like, but the wood should be pretty good."

[bastard_sadi]

"I'm pretty sure that's where my last one came from as well," Daemon remarked, looking thoughtful. "It worked well enough the first time around. Might as well try it again." Even if he was rather handy with small blades. In this setting, he wasn't sure he wanted to get up close and personal with whatever he was stabbing, however.

"The janitor's closet is upstairs, yes?" he mused aloud, trying to remember. "Is that where the storage room is as well? Probably best to start there, I guess," he added, turning and moving down the hall, knowing Renji would be right with him.

[Going to here.]