Nightshift 25: M1-M10 Hallway

[littlestrawdoll]

Without ever having seen Trevelyan, the doors opened, and suddenly people were moving about with purpose. That was enough cause for concern, if you subtracted the last intercom post. Cruel bastard

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[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse exited his room, heading up towards M4. He had quite a lot of items to pass on to Haku and Zabuza, and still had more things left to make for himself. He had made all of the weapons that had been promised, and had two very neat handwritten copies of his notes on the creatures he had so far seen, translated into Japanese. He had taken a few minutes longer than was normal to exit his room after Landel's ranting, finishing his filing points on the senbon he made for Haku and taking down a few coded notes on the doctor's words.

Hopefully this would be done soon, he had things to do.

[faithful_frost]

((Coming from here.))

Haku hurried the rest of the way to Zabuza-san's room. He had taken far too long already and hoped his Master wouldn't be upset.

In the hallway, he heard familiar footfalls and paused just before M4.

"Recluse-sama?"

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse nodded in acknowledgment before remembering that most couldn't see in this lack of light. "Yes." He took out two pieces of paper and six other small steel objects, letting the metal clink a little in his hand to give Haku enough of an idea where they were. "I have two copies of my notes and six senbon for you. I will make more, once I acquire the proper materials. I also have a sword made for your Master."

[faithful_frost]

Haku nodded and then vocalized his understanding. "I understand."

He turned and opened the door and knew at once that something was horribly wrong. The only outward sign of his inner panic was a twitch of his eyebrow. Stepping into the empty room, he quickly checked it, frown deepening as he found nothing that might suggest where his Master was.

[muted_flame]

Even though Roy didn't have much of a plan for the night, he found he was in a surprisingly good mood. Things were getting organized, for one thing. The fact that he was going to spend the whole night with Hughes - something he hadn't done in at least a few days, which seemed like a long time when everyone's life was constantly on the line - sounded like a good prospect, despite the fact that they weren't working toward any exact goal

[felled_hero]

For once, Maes was actually feeling somewhat accomplished. Not because the previous night had been successful, but because he wasn't as worried about the kids anymore. That took a large weight off his shoulders.

He slipped his remaining knives into their hiding places, grabbed his flashlight and headed out into the hallway. He needed more knives, damn, he'd have to talk to Roy or Ed about that. He liked having a goodly number on his person, especially since it seemed the monsters were getting worse every night. He closed his door behind him, shaking his head some at the thought.

And there was Roy, already waiting.

"Hey stranger," he said, grinning. "What brings you around these parts?" Despite the serious situation, he couldn't help but tease. And he supposed flirt, just a bit.

Roy just brought it out in him. But it was good to see the other man again, and to know they would be working together. It had been too long.

[muted_flame]

That was pretty much the greeting he expected from Hughes. Normal, lighthearted, as if everything really was okay. It didn't seem all that fake, though, so Roy could only hope that Hughes wasn't hiding anything. (That was more Roy's method of operation, anyway.) He knew how the institute dragged down on all of them and had seen his friend at the end of his rope, but he seemed genuinely well at the moment.

"I live here, too," he responded with a small smile. He missed the days when they had been able to meet up more or less every night and search the building. Now there were so many more people, many of which relied on them... Not to mention it was just more practical to work with others sometimes, in order to get things done.

Though something did occur to the colonel which broke the good mood he had been in. "Why didn't you tell me Kimbley was here?" He tried to keep his tone even, as he didn't want to sound like he was accusing Hughes. It had probably just slipped the other's mind, but he needed to know regardless.

[felled_hero]

"Cause I'm an idiot with more holes in his memory lately than one of Hawkeye's target practice dummies," Hughes said, offering up a sheepish look of apology. "It went out of my mind when I saw you last - there's always so much I'm thinking about, and that crazy son of a bitch didn't register to high on the importance scale."

And that was the long and short of it. He'd realized later that he'd forgotten to mention it, and had felt like crap. But he couldn't change it, he could just hope Roy accepted his apology.

"I was with this girl, and he came over and we didn't talk for long, and then I put it out of my head."

[gotahunch]

Cliff left as soon as the doors clicked open. He usually took whatever the intercom said with a grain of salt. Some of it might be useful, but you had to sort through layers and layers of crap to find it.

He'd cross that bridge when he reached it. For tonight, Cliff had plans with a great woman, and that was enough to make him grin despite the darkness. It was good to feel like he had the ground beneath him again.

[Going here.]

Outside M2

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon stepped outside of his room and paused, looking around, shining the light first one direction and then the other. He seemed to be in a long row of doorways - rooms like his own, he suspected - and the corridor was just as dark. Granted, it seemed to be the middle of the night, and most people were often asleep and in bed at this time, but waking in a strange place with no recollection of how he’d gotten there had chased any thought of slumber from his mind.

He hesitated, uncertain, though none of his unease showed in his impassive expression as he debated on which direction to go, what to do. Reaching out for the psychic webs, he sent out a thought on the threads, searching the area for any other Blood in the area.

Hello?He got no answer, but his voice sounded strange even to his own mind. It echoed, as if the webs were empty, voice bouncing back to him as if he were in a large cave with nothing to absorb the sound

Re: Outside M2

[littlestrawdoll]

The stink. Ren smelled the aftermath of Landel's twisted descent into nightshift - and the leeches destruction - before he ever saw the opening to the bathroom.

Oh, Ojou, it was horrific. He'd never seen anything like that, not in the mortal plane, not anywhere outside of Hell's torturous contracts.

He took a step back, realized there was a figure close behind him, and spun on his heel. Ichimoku Ren's hand wasn't quite covering the lower half of his face, but it was a near thing. His fist remained balled, halfway raised. Disgusting.

Re: Outside M2

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon was braced for confrontation when the figure he'd spotted spun around abruptly, and he found himself taking a step backwards, giving space. He was ready for a fight, for the stranger to lash out, just as easily as he was ready to fall back into a more relaxed pose, should there be no threat. He was a stranger here, and this definitely qualified as a strange place, and until he found out what was going on, he could take nothing at face value.

The sickly look of disgust on the young man's features, however, gave him a hint that things wouldn't get outright bloody. Just yet, anyway. So Daemon tried the civilized approach first.

"Are you alright?" he asked, eying the young man warily. His voice was low and cultured, having a husky quality to it, and while it was hushed in the darkness, every sound seemed to echo back on Daemon, just like his psychic call had. Everything felt strange here. Empty. He could think of no other word for it, and it set his teeth on edge.

Re: Outside M2

[littlestrawdoll]

The servant was certainly no fledgling into such things - squirming, wet, bloodstained leeches were even something of a familiarity, in one contract or another - but just the thought that he'd been told the truth, that there were... creatures. All apparently orchestrated by one person.

That was the disgusting part.

More or less, when the man he'd turned on shifted into a cautious stance, Ren's posture immediately relaxed. He took in what he could at a glance and returned with, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm fine." His own speech was as informal as someone his 'age' would be expected to have. "Sorry," he repeated. "Guess you startled me a little. That, and the smell."

[scintillatingly]

Why was it that when he finally found his best friend, their time had to be cut so short? Sora didn't think it was fair, but the institute had never been fair when it came to him and Riku for some reason. He wished he could have at least had enough time to organize a time to meet up with the other boy, but...

Well, he had a job to do! He was going to take Rena and Kairi with him and do... something. He needed to go find Hitsugaya first, since he still had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. Still, he was willing to help however he could.

Though he was worried about Renji. He hadn't seemed in good shape, just judging from the way he had been writing on the bulletin board. He knew it wasn't his place to pry, but Sora worried anyway. Speaking of which, he was also worried about his roommate. He hadn't seen him in a while...

Focus. It was a quick trip to M23, so without further delay, the Keyblade Master started down the hall toward the room in question.

[scintillatingly]

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