Nightshift 21: M21 - M30 Hallway

[not_a_savior]

Nowe was only slightly cheered by the thought of getting to meet up with Renji and Sora this evening. His conversation with Kadaj had gotten him thinking, and despite how good the food smelled he found himself unable to eat.

Caim was here. Weakened. If there was any opportunity to exact his revenge, this would be a perfect place, wouldn't it?

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[scintillatingly]

The fact that Sora was never able to get a complete answer out of Luxord was grating. Maybe the man had gone through that effort just to annoy him, but what was the point? While it was probably stupid, he wanted to track the gambler down at some point and question him. It might be a better idea to do it on his own, as well

[stray_shinigami]

The short hallways between his room and Nowe's went by in a flash. Which was kind of the idea. If something jumped him and at him right outside his own room, well, walking or running wouldn't make that much of a difference.

He slowed easily from a run to a walk as he approched the two boys. "Hey."

[not_a_savior]

Nowe smiled as Sora approached with Renji not too far behind him. He raised his hand in greeting to the pair.

"Good to see the two of you," he said, relief evident on his face. With every night the three of them weren't selected, Nowe dreaded that the next night would be when they finally were.

"So what is this... CM-US thing the doctor were talking about?" Nowe asked, tilting his head, "I know there's the Special Counseling, but is that different?" It made him uneasy. Was there more this hospital could do than brainwashing?

He seemed to think of something just then, and looked down at Sora.

"Sora, didn't you mention bringing a friend with you? Where is she?"

[scintillatingly]

"It's like... experiments or something," Sora explained, pulling out his journal with a frown. "No one I know particularly well has had it happen to them yet, but..." It was only a matter of time, right? He didn't like the dread that came with knowing that, this impending problem looming over him, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. It was exasperating.

"By the way, could I get the names that the nurses call you? That way next I'll know if you've been taken for special counseling or experiments." He had his pen out now and was ready to write.

Though he was distracted when Nowe brought up the friend he was supposed to bring. Oh, right, he hadn't gotten back to them about that. "Sorry. I spoke to her in the music room and it turned out she already had plans. But she's with people that will take care of her," he said with a nod.

[grosse_sklaven]

He had to wait. He had to be patient.

The problem was that he hadn't known that the others would be taken in such a manner. While he didn't recognize any of the names, he wasn't one to just lay around while all of that happened. Not tonight, anyway, not now.

But he had to be patient and wait for Eric to show up. Until that time, he occupied himself with finishing up the drawings of the creatures and concluding his notes; he just hoped the Eric wouldn't be late.

...gah, and he'd have to go to Edward and tell him that alchemy practice was off... there were far too many things to do, as always. If only he could be in more than one place at once. Ah well; he had vast stores of energy and the food had helped out in that regard. He'd be fine so long as he could get moving.

[dead_draven]

Eric had woken up and gone immediately to Adelheid's room. He knew his way around the cell block well enough to find it quickly.

When he reached the door, he checked the room number and then knocked softly. He spoke mostly to himself, quietly, with a little smile, while he waited for Adelheid to open it. "Suddenly, there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping...rapping at my chamber door."

[grosse_sklaven]

"'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door. Only this...'"

Adelheid couldn't quite hide his grin as he opened the door and motioned for Eric to come in and join him. "...'and nothing more.'"

Of course, reciting part of Edgar Allen Poe's work, considering what happened to the man and moreover what happened to the protagonist in his story, wasn't exactly the most auspicious sign for his new plan. But so it went.

The teenager went over to his desk and retrieved the medical kit, his journal on top of the desk and with a pen for notes. "Sadly," he informed the man, "you'll have to wait until tomorrow to learn if there is balm in Gilead. While I don't recognize any of the names that had been spoken, I wouldn't leave any of them alone this time. And as the Head Doctor seems prepared for us this time... I doubt that I'll be learning alchemy tonight either."

A bit of a shrug as he added, "We'll have to wait until tomorrow to compare notes, as well; it seems that the voice behind the radio was listening to us quite

[dead_draven]

He was smiling when Adelheid opened the door, pleased that someone had picked up on a quote for once. He took the kit and the journal, tucking the latter under his arm. "I agree with you whole-heartedly. I plan to review the things you've written, and then leave to see if anyone is in need of these." He shook the medical supply case slightly.

He smiled slightly. "Yes, I was in my room when that one came on, so I heard that. It seems as though he's not too happy with us. I do appreciate the help he's offering, but that doesn't mean that I'm completely content to let the wizard stay behind his curtain. But tomorrow then, when we have more time to talk."

[class_one]

Having a plan was a nice change. Zack didn't want to waste any time finding Aerith's room, especially since he wasn't certain he knew how to get there. He couldn't imagine it would be too hard to find, though. Besides, he didn't want to get left behind, so he had to find it.

He doubted Aerith would let them leave without him, but the other woman - Lyta - had seemed rather pushy. It might be best not to get on her bad side.

So, more or less ignoring both the intercom and the radio, Zack grabbed his flashlight and his sword, feeling rather empowered at the feeling of the hilt in his palm. With a smirk, he left his room, skirted around the group of three nearby, and made his way out of the male block.

[class_one]

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[dawning_dreams]

Cid was in bad shape and even worse spirits. His chest hurt like it had the day after he'd first been wounded--and by that, he meant that he felt like he'd gone through a meat grinder.

The fact that he'd tried to fight against the nurses when he'd woken up hadn't helped much, either.

The pilot stumbled slightly as he exited his room, but it was with grit teeth and new determination that he turned his head and began to walk down the hall to the space in front of the bathrooms.

Broken, but not beat. That's the way he'd have to the world for now, since after all, it wasn't his.

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[31st_of_china]

The flashlight at Sanzo's side wasn't much more than dead weight. Flicking it on and off did nothing, other than rattling something inside the casing. Broken. Without a doubt. Sanzo'd suspected as much when he'd heard the crack when the flashlight made contact with the lock the night before. The light'd gone off immediately too, so that was pretty much a damn good sign that the thing had gone to hell.

It was still frustrating. Landels could manage to transport all the patients here, without them seeing how they even could pull off such a feat. It could also dampen their powers, pull patients back from wherever they were in the building, apparently mend wounds (Sanzo had seen the kid he's shot in the stomach walking around earlier). It could even do something as inane as cleaning a spray of blood from their uniforms.

Everything except repair a simple fucking flashlight.

Even if it could still be a weapon, it wasn't going to do shit for defense. The defense part generally required Sanzo being able to see in the first place, and the

[31st_of_china]

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