Nightshift 38: M31-M40 Hallway

[osakapwnzu]

( From here.Holding a gun, ammo, a katana, and a kunai wasn't very easy. Especially when walking around a dark area at night. He'd waited for Akihiko to leave because Homura probably would have skinned him alive if his roommate had found out the club was in possession of a gun. And a key

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Leaving M38

[paper_murdock]

Matt frowned and picked up his quarter staff and radio. Who knew when it would come in handy?

He carefully went to the door andstepped out. Much quieter here at night, and, with one hand on the wall to feel his way, he found that he could get the slightest feeling of the space.

This way then...

((To here.))

Re: outside M35

[forgot_it_all]

Ritsuka still had no answers. Was Soubi avoiding him? Had he left him for someone else now? He hadn't thought so, but when he gathered his things, bid his roommate goodnight for the evening, and left the room, he was confronted with something he hadn't expected. Kio was here, but no Soubi. And no Demyx either. He'd thought perhaps they'd all be going together, but...

"Kio?" Ritsuka stepped out of his room, shutting the door behind him quietly as he looked up at the man and then down the hall. Where was Soubi? Had something happened? Or maybe they were supposed to go it alone. Demyx and Soubi, Kio and Ritsuka. Yeah, that was a brilliant plan - put the two fighters together and leave the pacifists to their own. Ritsuka had gotten the impression that Kio was like him in that he'd never hurt another person or thing, but that wasn't going to help them tonight. "What happened?"

Re: outside M35

[forgot_it_all]

There was a split second when Ritsuka saw Kio's face that he thought something terrible had happened. Maybe one of them was hurt - maybe Kio was hurt - and he wasn't saying anything. Or worse, maybe Soubi was gone or--

But then Kio spoke up and mentioned his ears and Ritsuka reached up, touching where they used to be. In all the time being here, he'd learned to ignore that they were gone. The sense of loss was always there, but he was getting used to it in a way he hadn't thought possible. Logically, of course, he'd eventually have lost them anyway, but not like he had here. Technically speaking, they were still there, just...not.

"Uh...it's not what you think," Ritsuka said, realizing how lame his words sounded. Still! It wasn't like Soubi had done anything! Or even, that anyone had done anything. Ritsuka was still attacked by those giant birds, meaning he was still a child. "They're still there! Just-- this place does something and you can't see them...or feel them or whatever. But he hasn't done anything - no one

Inside M34 for now

[udo_retrovirus]

He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but Junior found himself waking up to the intercom going off and that asshole doctor talking about people dying. There really had been a lot of that going on lately, hadn't there? Not like that would have kept the guy from rubbing it in, and he probably enjoyed it way more than he let on.

The redhead was going about gathering his stuff for the night when a familiar tingling at the back of his mind. A fellow U.R.T.V. searching the link. It had always tired him out in later years, so he was out of practice, but he could still sense it.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice, but what shocked him more was that it was more nostalgic than he would have expected. Little Nigredo, not the older Gaignun. It couldn't have been Gaignun, even though it was obvious that this place could mess with memories and time; or maybe he was just being selfish and didn't want it to be. Let's play together again sometime, huh? Anywhere but here would have been fine, and he could maybe make up for some past mistakes.

Goddamn

[udo_retrovirus]

As soon as he got a number, Junior broke his concentration, then grabbed his flashlight before heading out. Thank god the person he was supposed to be meeting was in the same hallway.

He gave a nod to his roommate and the other person who seemed to be talking just outside, then continued on down the hallway, looking at the numbers on the wall until he came to Kenren's room.

[Heading up here]

M37

[notaghostreally]

First order of business tonight: talk to Vlad about whatever information he had. And then? ...Okay, there was no plan past that, but Danny was good at winging it.

Taking his maps, as usual, he quickly transformed and headed outside, not even bothering to look at his maps. He'd been through this area so many times he had it memorized. The M-A block hallway wasn't too far from here, so he would get there soon.

[To here]

[intoindra]

Roland had... in a phrase... learned when to leave Farfarello alone. When it came to weaponry in particular, the scarred man was best left to his own devices, and that was it. At this point, Roland was more than happy to leave said man on his own; after seeing what had happened with his comrades, he was far more concerned about them than anything else.

The only thing that had given him pause was when he opened up his closet to retrieve the lanterns and pick axes, finding his old outfit there. The wool coat, the camouflage pants, and most importantly, the sturdy leather boots that he'd missed. Without preamble, he stripped down and changed into something far more comfortable, grinning as he felt... well, like himself again. No flask in the coat pocket, but he could deal with that.

For now, he just strolled out the door, shouldering those axes and holding on to the lamps as he headed on. If he didn't miss his guess, he knew where he could find his comrades.

[intoindra]

((To here.))