Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura pondered the announcement she'd just heard as she jogged down another empty hallway. Who was she? Jill? Who he'd tortured himself, though that could have been an act on her part as well? Whose side had she been on? And what could have happened to her that would be permanent

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[scintillatingly]

[From here.]

It had emptied out again, but Sora didn't mind. The darkness here wasn't the same as the kind that he was used to. It didn't have that thickness, and neither he nor his Keyblade could sense anything lurking in it. There were monsters hiding out there somewhere, but they weren't Heartless. He was already missing how powerful his weapon had felt in both his heart and his hand last night, but...

He was just going to need to remember that feeling and hold onto it for as long as he could. It would give him strength.

Either way, he was almost to Kairi's room by now, and so Sora didn't waste any time opening the door into the female block and stepping through.

[To here.]

[stray_shinigami]

[From here]

Renji paused briefly at the first major junction, just to listen and make sure nothing was moving. No horrified screams sounded, so it seemed the monsters hadn't really gotten moving yet. He turned right, keeping his fingers in light contact with the wall, and resumed running.

[stray_shinigami]

[to here]

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

The meeting point was only a short jog away. Judging from the halls, she was early, but it was better that than late. She'd missed enough meetings in the last few days due to circumstances beyond her control.

[madeinthehrl]

[to here]

[vsyourface]

[From here]"Hoo..." Scott finally stopped to catch his breath just outside the door to the female block. When was the last time he had stopped here? That had been the one night he had gone to Raine for healing, hadn't it? Yeah, that was

[inconstancy]

[ from here]

It didn't stop feeling weird: seeing Scott, being stuck with him, having Scott in the know about practically everything. Ramona wasn't surprised that when Scott had to keep it together, he could do just that. He was still just as clueless, but there was something else about him. If she wasn't trying to be cool about it-and she admittedly failed-she would worry about him; Scott Pilgrim was meant to be simple. But something about this place locked him into the same mindset and mode that he had whenever it came to a fight. In a lot of ways, she noticed that he couldn't come out of it.

But how did she cope with that? How did she help? Scott was so happy to see her even if she left. Ramona wasn't great at things like this; it was probably why most of her relationships went to hell. Sentimental feelings and good thoughts could only go so far. Things were a lot more complicated than that. At least, she thought they were

[vsyourface]

Scott squinted his eyes shut and half-raised his free hand to cover them before the sudden light swung away from his face again. He saw spots briefly, one of which seemed to frame Ramona's silhouetted head in the dim glow afforded to her by the flashlight. For a second he thought... But no, it couldn't be that. It wasn't strong enough to be. And anyway, he wasn't even sure what "that" was. Ramona never brought it up, it only happened every once in a while, and no one else ever mentioned it. Probably best not to ask your girlfriend why her head glowed sometimes when you weren't even sure what you were seeing, if anything

[inconstancy]

"Oh, uh-" she began, because hell if she knew. Exploring this place seemed like a good idea, and she liked the whole deal with the town. But she could also tell they weren't going to get any easy trips out there. The fact that things had gone so poorly the night before were proof positive enough for her. And the truth was, Ramona didn't mind sticking around inside rather than trying any dangerous and troubling feats.

Or at least just for tonight.

"Um, I hadn't really decided yet," she finished, somewhat sheepishly. Ramona shrugged through it, though, acting as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "But hey, if you've got stuff to do, I can handle myself." What she didn't add was that another night with potentially dangerous moment that would want her to be as close to Scott as possible wasn't on her plate. No, she could take cliché movie moments some other time.

[lovecrafty]

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"I was talking to several people on the bulletin about our little escapade."

Ilia hadn't replied to that effort in group conversation, which had been going so well for the first bit. Then, as always, there was someone who couldn't resist the social dynamics of a stable group.

Perhaps it had all been deleted before Ilia had had a chance to see it, though if so, Rose was disappointed. The question was, then, why hadn't Ilia said anything herself?

[avengingfists]

Ilia sighed when she heard Rose's remarks. She already had made her hesitancy quite clear but she was also determined not to leave the kids without her help. She hurried along, just attempting to keep up with Rose.

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