Night 37: M21-30 Hallway

[hajike_tobiume]

[from here]

[M23 to be exact]Momo stopped in front of Hitsugaya's room and sighed. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been sedated, so he probably hadn't noticed her dead eye. She didn't like the idea of keeping the state of it from him, but she wasn't sure if this was the right time to tell him. Then again, he'd probably notice it now

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[M23]

[whiteychan]

It had been a long, hard day, and the young captain expected that evening to be every bit as difficult. He sighed heavily as the nurse made her announcement, knowing that a great many people would be joining him here soon. He quickly dressed for the night in his shinigami uniform and put on his sword. The presence of his sheath was surprising, but he paid it little mind. Another present from a mysterious benefactor. He glanced at Renji's sword, dreading the conversation he was to have with Lucivar. Tonight would be a difficult night for all.

He heard Momo's voice on the other side of the door and found himself somewhat comforted by her voice. He remembered what he had said while drugged...it was more like a dream than anything else, but he remembered it, and the thought of that one thing to hold onto gave him some small measure of resolve. "Come in," he called, his eyes not leaving the blade of the deceased.

Re: [M23]

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo slipped into the room, her eyes finding the back of Hitsugaya's haori. She quietly closed the door behind her and then moved to the captain. She put her hands flat on his back and bowed her head.

"I... I know I need to be strong, Shiro-chan, but... right now... is it okay if I'm weak?" She wasn't crying and it didn't sound like she was, yet, but it was clear she was emotionally upset. "Can I just let you protect me for the moment, feel completely safe here, before anyone else arrives? Just for a moment... and then." She drew in a ragged breath. "Then I can be strong again."

Re: [M23]

[whiteychan]

Hitsugaya looked away from the sword and glanced at her for a long moment in silence. She tried so hard to remain strong, to be confident and not let anyone see how the shinigami suffered.

He didn't say anything at first. Instead he rose and approached her silently, taking her in her arms. "I'll always be here, Momo," he whispered quietly, just loud enough for her to hear. "I'll always protect you."

Re: [M23]

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo gripped Hitsugaya tightly, burying her face in his neck, as he held her. It didn't take long for tears to finally slip free as she once again cried for Renji. She'd cried most of her tears this morning when she'd awakened, so there were no wracking sobs to accompany the tears.

After a few moments, her body relaxed against Hitsugaya and she took a deep breath. "I know... Thank you."

[near M23]

[loyal_despair]

It wasn't until he stepped outside his room that Kira noted just how close he was to the intended meeting place. Having thought he would have to traverse parts of this place he didn't know and potentially get lost, he shifted back into his room for a little while, standing near the door as if waiting for something. (For what? He didn't know.)

Eventually, though, he did leave and made his way toward M23. He approached the door and was about to knock when he thought he heard voices. Leaning closer, he did - Hinamori and Captain Hitsugaya. Kira lowered his hand and stepped to the side. He wasn't going to interrupt them. They had known each other for ages, longer than he'd known either of them; it wouldn't be right to go inside.

He stood outside the door instead, waiting for anyone else, wondering numbly if he could have done anything to protect the strongest friend he had - had he been there at the moment.

Re: [near M23]

[mitase]

[dropping in from here - can keep moving?]

As he approached the captain's room Hanatarou abruptly froze at the sight of a familiar figure standing near the door. It wasn't - no, it really was. "....Kira-fukutaichou?" he blurted out, eyes wide in surprise.

The healer quickly glanced around and then behind himself, halfway wondering if that meant a certain former 3rd Division captain was going to show up as well. He knew that the two of them weren't exactly, ah, on the best of terms since Ichimaru had left for Hueco Mundo, but that was still a (relatively) recent enough development that they were still automatically linked in his mind, and he couldn't help the sudden rush of worry.

Re: [near M23]

[scintillatingly]

The trip had been short, which was why Sora was surprised to see that someone had apparently beaten them there. Someone who he had never seen before, but who Hanatarou apparently recognized.

And was surprised to see, which probably meant the blond was new. When his roommate started looking around nervously, Sora stepped up so that he was standing next to the other boy almost protectively. If Hanatarou was worried about something, then Sora wanted to offer some sort of moral support.

Sora looked over the stranger for a moment - he was older than both of them, but he didn't exactly appear confident himself. Sora wasn't going to assume anything about him just yet, but hopefully he would get some more information about who he was once the man and Hanatarou got to talking.

He just hoped a familiar face showed up soon. Artemis, maybe?

Re: [near M23]

[loyal_despair]

When Kira heard his name, he glanced over and saw someone ... someone familiar. He blanched a bit, unable to immediately place the name -- wait ... wasn't that ...

"Yamada," he said, slightly surprised. Nobody'd mentioned him yet - but the presence of a healer from the fourth like him was something of a good sign. And yet, at the same time, even his presence hadn't been enough to stop this from happening.

Shortly after them, another young man arrived, one completely unfamiliar to him and with human reiatsu. He glanced at him silently, then over at the door, before looking back to Hanatarou.

"I didn't know you were here, too."

((M22))

[grosse_sklaven]

Adelheid had meant to stay up, he really had. He set out the three weapons in question- rapier, blade, and bow with arrows- on the bed opposite of his own, so that the people who'd asked for them could get to them quickly. Then Adel had meant to stay up and make sure that only the people who needed them got them... but there was one problem.

All at once, agony shot through his body. It felt like someone was stabbing stakes into his body, and the side of his face with that intricate tattoo felt like it was blazing, so hot that he could hardly breathe. The pain of the night before had been intense... this pain was overwhelming, something he could barely stand.

He managed to get to his bed before he flopped onto it, and he slipped into unconsciousness soon thereafter. It was like his body and soul were shutting down in an attempt to heal themselves, leaving the young man oblivious to the world around him.

Re: ((M22))

[rectifies]

[From here.]

The door leading to M22 came within reach. Two people already were hovering by the area, but they seemed focused on the neighboring room. Ken found little trouble in drawing away their attention, despite juggling four clunky objects between hands. Quietly, he ducked behind their backs and--after shifting around more items--knocked on Adelheid's door.

There was no immediate response. After a brief hesitation, Ken turned the knob and ventured a foot in. "Adelheid-san?"

Re: ((M22))

[high_prosecutor]

[from here]

The door was open, but Edgeworth's sense of propriety meant that he still knocked on the outside door frame before entering. Something didn't seem right, though. "Adelheid? Are you all right?" He called out briefly.

He looked over to Phoenix, with a worried look, then stepped in.

Re: ((M22))

[pleading_ngri]

This ESP thing was getting a little creepy. Phoenix stuck close on Edgeworth's heels when he stepped into the room, ready to drop the pillowcase and grab the bat out from under his arm.

He managed to avoid running into the kid who was also just inside the doorway, if only because the flashlight beam grazed the top of his head. He glanced down, smiling a little as he recognized the face in profile. "Oh, Ken. Hey." He had his arms full and was carrying something that Phoenix's mind initially brushed off as a pole or a length of pipe, absorbed as he was in looking for whatever or whoever Miles was expecting. "What are you doing he-" He trailed off as his flashlight came to rest on someone on the bed, sprawled against the sheets in that distinctive fell-there-and-stopped-moving way that Phoenix had seen a few too many times in person and far more often than that in photographs.

"Edgeworth?" he asked slowly, in a tone that was its own added could you please take a look at that and now?.

[human_sponge]

Peter was quickly getting sick of the boring dinners where the only thing he could do was eat his food and glance over at his out-cold roommate while he thought to himself, but at least this time he had been able to look toward the upcoming night with hope

[human_sponge]

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[7_to_midnight]

Sylar already knew that he and Peter shared the same hallway, so it was with confidence patience that he stood in his doorway and looked out of the crack between the door and the frame, waiting for the other man to walk by. While it would have been fun to ambush the "hero" and smash his head into a wall again, it wouldn't be too productive in the end, and more importantly, it wouldn't lead him to a woman who'd apparently tried to have him killed. While Sylar was wary of facing two enemies at the same time, he also knew that a surprise attack would possibly allow him to kill two literal birds with one stone, even if that stone had to be his wits, a flashlight, and a couple of ballpoint pens

[31st_of_china]

He hadn't been able to sleep, mind still on the night before, and the last part of the dayshift. Of all the mistakes he'd made, he couldn't believe he'd stopped to actually consider making any deals with Homura.

The monk didn't stick around too long. More and more people were arriving, Gods knew why, and the monk had zero interest in finding out what was up. No doubt something to do with Hitsugaya's group.

Sanzo remained long enough to get dressed without straining his injuries, the gun hidden among his robes, and was out the door.

[31st_of_china]

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