Momo cocked her head a little as she listened to the intercom, noting the same announcement came from the small radio on her desk. That was new. Normally, she didn't take the radio with her, but this time she made sure to bring it. The implications of the announcement were both good and bad and, as she waited for Raine, Signum and Kratos to arrive, she turned to a fresh page in her journal and let the pencil flow across the page as her thoughts turned inward.
Raine wondered if Momo's group would just happen to be heading in the general area of M35; she really didn't like going alone, but it wouldn't be the first time, and probably not the last. A broom wasn't much of a weapon, but it was something. While she would prefer to avoid using Photon unless she absolutely had to, a little creativity with the mage-light spell might help--it could easily blind someone if flashed directly into their face. The problem was doing it brightly enough to be effective, but without draining herself as much as a normal spell would and thereby defeating the purpose.
Bare seconds after the lights went out, she was knocking on Momo's door; she wasn't in much of a hurry, but the shinigami might be.
hearing the knock on her door, Momo set her pencil down, the barest resemblence to Hitsugaya on the page, and she carefully got up. She idly wondered which of the three was at her door, betting on Raine since the half-elf's room was the closest, as she opened the door.
"Sage-sensei," she greeted Raine with a smile which, sadly, did not cover up the obvious pain the shinigami's injuries were giving her. "Thank you for coming."
She stepped back and motioned for the healer to enter.
Predictably, Raine didn't miss it. "What happened?" She could see the cast on Momo's arm, but she didn't think that was the cause of the obvious pain. Unfortunately, it helped to know what a person's worst injuries were so she could specifically direct the healing energy there.
A glowing array was already forming on the floor around her as she spoke; it worked for a few moments, then started flickering. She sighed, switched the broom to one hand, and started tracing the currently required diagram for First Aid. If she was wrong and Momo wanted it done on someone else, she had plenty of time to say so.
Eileen shared her roommates views, that that had been....strange. Like something from a movie, where the main characters are beginning to learn the plot's backstory. Only this was real, and those people on the intercom sounded....
Well, scary and insane. She got her flashlight and this time took her radio, just in case, and headed out into the hallway to meet with Hohenheim.
Claire slipped out of her room, as prepared as she could be for the coming nightshift. She'd stuffed her hand-held radio in one pocket, and the roll of pens and batteries in the other. Her flashlight she kept gripped in one hand. The message on the intercom hadn't made a whole lot of sense to her, but maybe her dad could have gotten something useful out of it.
Glancing to the left and to the right, Claire made her way down the hall and towards the place where she'd agreed to meet him.
Esmeralda missed another conversation with her roommate, but she just figured the girl wasn't much for talking. So after eating (cake... that cake was heaven), she fixed her uniform back to the way it was last night, found the... lightstick-thing under her pillow as well as her tambourine, and began the search for F1. Considering the maps she'd seen posted on the board, it shouldn't be so hard, should it?
Melissa was a bit more startled by the intercom announcement than Claire seemed to be - the girl left almost immediately afterwards. The mindcaster stood for a few moments, trying to make sense of it all, before deciding that people who had been here longer might find something more useful in the static-filled words.
Besides. Whatever it meant, Melissa intended to be far away from the Institute before anything the Head Doctor was planning could be put into play.
A quick search of the room once again revealed the same useless items. Journal and pens, no. Key ring? What for? Melissa was in no mood to play any of the Institutes's games. The flashlight she dropped immediately as if it was poisonous, and the radio she contemplated for a little bit before finally deciding to bring. Even she wasn't really sure what the reason for that was.
With a final critical glare at the room behind her, Melissa left in search of means of escape.
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Bare seconds after the lights went out, she was knocking on Momo's door; she wasn't in much of a hurry, but the shinigami might be.
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"Sage-sensei," she greeted Raine with a smile which, sadly, did not cover up the obvious pain the shinigami's injuries were giving her. "Thank you for coming."
She stepped back and motioned for the healer to enter.
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A glowing array was already forming on the floor around her as she spoke; it worked for a few moments, then started flickering. She sighed, switched the broom to one hand, and started tracing the currently required diagram for First Aid. If she was wrong and Momo wanted it done on someone else, she had plenty of time to say so.
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Well, scary and insane. She got her flashlight and this time took her radio, just in case, and headed out into the hallway to meet with Hohenheim.
Maybe he'd have an idea of what to do.
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Glancing to the left and to the right, Claire made her way down the hall and towards the place where she'd agreed to meet him.
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Besides. Whatever it meant, Melissa intended to be far away from the Institute before anything the Head Doctor was planning could be put into play.
A quick search of the room once again revealed the same useless items. Journal and pens, no. Key ring? What for? Melissa was in no mood to play any of the Institutes's games. The flashlight she dropped immediately as if it was poisonous, and the radio she contemplated for a little bit before finally deciding to bring. Even she wasn't really sure what the reason for that was.
With a final critical glare at the room behind her, Melissa left in search of means of escape.
[to here]
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