Nightshift 33: M11-M20 Hallway

[clockmongler]

[Specifically M16]Well, dinner did a lot of nothing. Chances were that Not-Noah would depart soon, so Luxord merely continued to pet Tyche (who had, by now, ceased her need to paw his chest in an attempt to make it softer or whatever reason cats did that and decided to curl up and sleep again). Knowing full well that he was lacking in the 'people

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((Totally in M16))

[numberii]

((From here. ))

However, while Xigbar didn't really 'care' about Luxord, lacking the heart with which to express any kind of sympathy, the fact remained that he'd prefer for the Gambler to not end up dead or whatever. Or moping, which was probably worse for him. So, all of a sudden, Xigbar threw the door open and called out, "Yo, X! Think you can walk? We're going onna little trip, 'kay?"

((Totally is an improper word >[))

[clockmongler]

...did he look like he could walk?

That's not to say he couldn't, because he could, but with all the bandages on him, he'd assume II to show a bit more... well, not empathy, Luxord never assumed that. But perhaps regard to the fact that X looked like he fell down the stairs and into a pile of sharp objects, perhaps knives.

Really now. Luxord would have glared, but he wasn't quite sure how to do that with just one eye. So he hoped, as he opened his eyes to fix Xigbar with a blank stare, that the other could pretend it was there for him. The Gambler continued to pet Tyche as the silence dragged on.

Then, in the most deadpan voice he had (which, in his drugged stat, was actually a little more so than normal), spoke without bothering to move in the slightest. "I have never known you'd such incredible powers of observation, my love. Let me simply hop from this bed and I shall be with you in seconds flat."

((Ttly not!))

[numberii]

"Cool, I'll wait up for you." Said with a broad grin and a shrug, as though Xigbar was teasing Luxord just by refusing to acknowledge his quip. About normal for him, really; which was entirely the point. By refusing to acknowledge Luxord's condition, Xigbar hoped to get the other Nobody to act a little more normal. Or at least, to get him riled up enough to not sulk.

"...sooner the better, too. The great outdoors are waitin', and the longer it takes to get you patched up, the longer I'm cooped up here." Did he notice Luxord's wounds? Absolutely. Did he acknowledge them? Nope~! He was rather of the hope that, if he could just get Luxord to the sanctuary, maybe there'd be a way to heal him. Maybe.

((Ttly is even worse. D:<))

[clockmongler]

He was not sulking. He was drugged and tired, thank you very much.

Still, in response to Xigbar's refusal to let Luxord die in peace, the Gambler did, indeed, pull Tyche off his chest and place her on his pillow before he moved to sit himself up.

As.

Infuriatingly.

Slow.

As.

Physically.

Possible.

Just for spite.

M19

[traitors_smile]

While Gin had heard the announcements, he found it difficult to concentrate on them. Ever since his therapy session, he'd been on edge, shaky, and unable to think about anything but tearing that man apart. His dinner sat uneaten on the edge of his bed as he collected his knives. The toy they'd found last night was left hidden in the closet.

Concentrate! The logical part of his mind insisted. The other part wanted only to lash out and hurt something else just as badly as he'd been injured. The pain he'd experienced was difficult to forget. He could hear the doors unlock, hear the patients preparing for the evening. It was difficult to keep from giving chase, or from pursuing his own prey for the night, but he was the one in control. That was what separated him from people like Muraki. He could control himself.

Re: M19

[fuyunohanabi]

[From here]

Rangiku entered the corridor warily. She knew that his room was somewhere around here, she wasn't entirely certain which one it was exactly and there was no point in just knocking on every door that she came across. Instead, she waited at the end of the corridor, waiting to see him when he came out and hoping that she was just overreacting.

Re: M19

[traitors_smile]

When Gin finally did emerge from the room, he was nowhere near his usual calm, collected self. He'd managed to change out of the uniforms and into his black robes, but they were tied messily, as though he'd not been paying any attention. His flashlight was tucked into his waistband, along with one of the knives, but the radio was forgotten. The other knife already in his right hand as he pushed open the door.

His blue eyes scanned the hall quickly, looking wild for a moment before they locked on to something familiar. Her.

The knife fell from his hand, dropping to the floor with a loud clanking sound.

Re: M19

[fuyunohanabi]

Rangiku's eyes widened at the sight of him, taking in the messy sashes and badly tied robes as well as the positiviely hunted expression on Gin's face. What had happened to him to do something like this? She didn't think she'd ever seen him look like this, not even as a child when they'd been chased by other children or irate shopkeepers.

And then he dropped the knife.

In a moment she was by his side, reaching out to touch his shoulder, wanting to do more but not certain what had been done to him and definitely not wanting to make it worse. "Gin," she said softly and then quickly guided him back into the room he'd come out of, closing the door behind them. She didn't want anyone overhearing if he said anything.

M16 heading out to the hallway

[haikudemon]

Hijikata had never been one to linger on pleasantries; when the nighttime static sounded, he left his dinner half eaten and went to the bed where his sword was concealed under the mattress. He took a few scalpels as well, in case they might prove useful, ripping a few strips of cloth from the end of his sheet to hold them against his forearms. Then, flashlight in hand, he left for the meeting point.

He was growing accustomed to this place's layout, enough to leave the flashlight off as he strode. A quick glance confirmed that there were no monsters hiding in this hall so early in the night, nor any altercations; good enough. He ignored the other patients moving about. Something about this night left him with a cold feeling. The mention of patients taken for "special" therapy? Or was it that unspecified illness Souji had complained of during the day...?

It was irrelevant. A distraction.

Pushing his worries to the back of his mind, Hijikata kept walking.

Re: M16 heading out to the hallway

[haikudemon]

[ to here]

M11

[winged_moon]

Yukito was curiously examining the contents of the bundle he'd pulled from the closet when the intercom chimed to life, but he only halfway listened - what he'd found held his attention far too thoroughly. But when the locks clicked the teddy bear fell from his hand, dropping unheeded back to the desk as he rose involuntarily to his feet.

An intricate circle traced in golden light flared to life on the floor beneath him, and his form was hidden for an instant by a white glow. When it faded Yue was there in his place, eyes closed, but as the circle vanished he turned an icy glare on his roommate. Annoyance was easy to read on his usually-neutral expression; not only was his transformation no longer under his control, it had to be seen by someone else. Even though Yukito had already told him about it, Ken didn't need to see it happen.

"Don't tell anyone." Yue's voice was easily as cold as his expression, the request not so much of one. The one who had done this to him was out of reach, and Ken was a much easier target.

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

Ken nodded. He couldn't say that he wasn't surprised by the sudden appearance of Yue where Yukito had been standing, but he'd seen lots of surprising things in his life. "I can keep a secret. Don't worry."

The assassin stood and moved to the table next to the bed, pulling his weapon out and fastening it over his hand, adjusting straps and buckles and clenching his fist once to make sure the mechanism that extended the claws worked smoothly.

"Be careful tonight." Ken had no plans himself, he was considering searching out the rest of his team.

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

It wasn't by much, but Yue's glare lessened just a tiny bit when Ken agreed. He still moved stiffly as an offended cat, though, as he returned the bundle to the closet and emerged holding the bat again. After what had happened the night before, Yue had reluctantly accepted the idea that he should probably carry it instead of relying on his greatly-reduced powers, but he was hardly enthusiastic about the idea.

"I will," he replied, still a bit curt. The guardian wondered briefly if he should bring the radio along, but finally decided to travel light. Just the bat and the flashlight, then; the coat might be useful for the pockets, but he wasn't planning to pick up anything this time. Once finished with his preparations, Yue glanced toward his roommate and gave him a nod that almost verged on polite. "You as well."

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

[Yue heads out and to here]

M14

[crimson_handed]

Kimbley was only slightly surprised at the Head Doctor's anger and the opening of the doors some time ahead of schedule. He was more distracted with getting his supplies together. He wasn't going to bring it all, of course; there was too much to carry comfortably. Instead, he took a few handfuls of the fertilizer and tore up part of a sheet, using the ripped, uneven squares as makeshift bags to hold it. Then it all went into the pillowcase.

The whole process took him a while, but he didn't mind. He knew where the chemical lab was, and nobody was going to stop him from getting there. If they tried, he'd gouge out their eyes and leave them helplessly blind on the floor. Or something like that, anyway.

Re: M14

[crimson_handed]

((Going here.))