Nightshift 33: Main Hallway, 1-West

[contentincloset]

[from here]He knew he was out early now; the main hallways like this one usually had at least one or two other people scurrying about even when he was rushing through. Not yet though, but that was just as well. He took the usual right and kept along the wall just in case his senses just weren't picking up on some kind of threat. Being quick did not

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[quickdrawbkiddo]

[from here]

Out into the main hallway, Beatrix did not slow down. This path had become as well-known to the Bride as the steps of the cowboy cha-cha. One... two... three... turn and up.

The stairs.

[quickdrawbkiddo]

[to here]

[miracle_grow]

[ Coming from here.]

Reaching the wide corridor that stretched the length of the institute, Claire paused and glanced around. There were a few people scattered here and there, but none that she immediately recognized, and her dad wasn't among them. Seeing this, she moved towards the center of the hallway, stepping off to one side and leaning against one of the walls to wait for him. She knew he'd be along sooner or later.

[bestdadever]

[From here]

Finally, he had arrived, only to see that Claire was already present. Similar to when he had first seen her during breakfast, Noah was relieved to see that she was doing okay, even if it was early in the night. After taking a deep breath, Bennet walked up her with his flashlight still in hand and said, "Hello, honey. I haven't kept you waiting long, have I?"

[miracle_grow]

Claire looked up at the sound of his familiar voice, a smile brightening her expression, visible in the glow of her flashlight. "Hi, dad," she answered, stepping quickly towards him to wrap her arms around his waist. It was surprising how just that much made her feel much safer, even in this place.

"No, I only just got here a minute or two ago."

[bestdadever]

"Ah, that's good." He placed a hand over his hand, with the other kept around her back. "Do you have any idea of where you want to go tonight?" Given that Claire had been there longer, it was possible that she was more familiar with the area than he was.

[secret_orchard]

[from here]

Hurry scurry in the dark, never raising his eyes as he passed people so that he wouldn't be dazzled by their lights. As usual, Armand could barely draw a breath by the time he'd put the long corridor that ran along the patient blocks behind him, so he slowed when he reached the front hall. This was where trouble had awaited him before, so he kept as close to the wall as possible, almost holding his breath despite his need to catch his breath and cool off from rushing. Time enough for that while he was waiting he told himself.

[secret_orchard]

[gone here]

[tyki_pon]

[From here]

Another hallway...

There were even more people around this one, but once again Tyki quickly moved on. He knew where he should head from here, so there was no reason to pause just yet.

[tyki_pon]

[To here

[longlivetehking]

[To here]

Scar slipped into the next hallway, taking a quick glance around. There were a few more humans standing around, but the King still kept moving nonetheless.

[mozenwrath]

[From here]

...and there was a familiar face. It wasn't the one he had hoped for, but Mozenrath acknowledged it none the less.

"Scar."

[longlivetehking]

Scar halted when he heard a familiar voice, turning his head towards its source. He quickly recognized the person before him as Mozenrath - notably without Nakago - and the hopes of getting anything done were instantly lost. Especially because the other man would most likely whine about that gauntlet of his.

Ah well, at least he had found a decent meat shield for tonight. But then again, considering the man's blindness for that precious gauntlet, the King supposed he could attempt to stir the man in a certain direction. It was at least worth a try.

Now all there was left to decide on was the direction itself...

"Ah, if it isn't Mozenrath." he answered dryly to the other man's acknowledgment.

[mozenwrath]

The sorcerer's wrist suddenly throbbed, undoubtedly from the injury at the hands of Falis, but Mozenrath took it as one of the many near-constant reminders as to the importance of locating his gauntlet. He put his good hand on his hip. "Are you dreadfully busy or can you be expected to help with the task at hand?"

What was the task? Locating his gauntlet, of course! Surely Scar knew that already.