A whole bunch of absolutes with no borders; even if Yukari couldn't actually perceive these factors as she would naturally, her mind still registered them. Nothing easily manipulable
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Kratos was still in familiar territory: this hallway lay along his usual route to the clinic. Tonight, however, he turned to the right instead of the left, continuing on toward the women's rooms.
Okay, so he had two stops. M80 and M61. Judging by what he remembered about the responses to "Emily" - God, he hoped he never had to impersonate a chick ever again - those were the ones who sorta-kinda-did fit the description he'd given out for Punk-Ass. M80 was probably closer, if he remembered the patient block map correctly. But the posters for M61 seemed to be more of a match than the occupant of M80, so he'd probably be better off shooting for M61 first.
Sora had to admit it was nice to have a different meeting place for once. Heading over to that set of stairs had been turning into a habit, and he'd rather not fall into a routine, especially considering how much of that they had to deal with during the day. After getting so used to doing things his way (provided that Donald didn't argue with him, at least), the dayshift could get to him sometimes.
He also had to admit that even though it was dangerous, he cherished every chance to go outside. It wasn't a daytime option nearly as much as he would have liked.
It was a bit of a longer way to go, though, so he had to pick up the pace. The only thing of note in this hallway was a girl, even younger than him, who seemed to be waiting around for something. She didn't seem scared or anything, so he figured she was taken care of and he moved on to the door that led out of the block.
Even if it hadn't been for the mental map, Shikamaru remembered this passageway from the night before. Door straight ahead, door to the right. If the guy who made this place knew anything about how buildings were supposed to work, there'd be a door on the left too, but that was probably too much to ask from someone who needed to spend his spare time deciding which household vermin to transform to the size of a small bear. He took the door on the right, to head through three completely unnecessary hallways. What a pain in the ass.
Things didn’t look too busy yet, which probably meant he was breaking habit and actually ahead of the game that night. Huh. Or maybe not. Who knew.
Without a flashlight, the doll was a little worse off in the dark since eyes needed time to adjust more than they should, but he knew where the door was from memory just as much as sight, and made his way out of the cell block without a hitch.
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Kratos was still in familiar territory: this hallway lay along his usual route to the clinic. Tonight, however, he turned to the right instead of the left, continuing on toward the women's rooms.
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Okay, so he had two stops. M80 and M61. Judging by what he remembered about the responses to "Emily" - God, he hoped he never had to impersonate a chick ever again - those were the ones who sorta-kinda-did fit the description he'd given out for Punk-Ass. M80 was probably closer, if he remembered the patient block map correctly. But the posters for M61 seemed to be more of a match than the occupant of M80, so he'd probably be better off shooting for M61 first.
Dean headed off, leaving M-A block.
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Sora had to admit it was nice to have a different meeting place for once. Heading over to that set of stairs had been turning into a habit, and he'd rather not fall into a routine, especially considering how much of that they had to deal with during the day. After getting so used to doing things his way (provided that Donald didn't argue with him, at least), the dayshift could get to him sometimes.
He also had to admit that even though it was dangerous, he cherished every chance to go outside. It wasn't a daytime option nearly as much as he would have liked.
It was a bit of a longer way to go, though, so he had to pick up the pace. The only thing of note in this hallway was a girl, even younger than him, who seemed to be waiting around for something. She didn't seem scared or anything, so he figured she was taken care of and he moved on to the door that led out of the block.
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Even if it hadn't been for the mental map, Shikamaru remembered this passageway from the night before. Door straight ahead, door to the right. If the guy who made this place knew anything about how buildings were supposed to work, there'd be a door on the left too, but that was probably too much to ask from someone who needed to spend his spare time deciding which household vermin to transform to the size of a small bear. He took the door on the right, to head through three completely unnecessary hallways. What a pain in the ass.
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Things didn’t look too busy yet, which probably meant he was breaking habit and actually ahead of the game that night. Huh. Or maybe not. Who knew.
Without a flashlight, the doll was a little worse off in the dark since eyes needed time to adjust more than they should, but he knew where the door was from memory just as much as sight, and made his way out of the cell block without a hitch.
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