[Currently in M01, from hereKurt exhaled loudly and suddenly when Kon sat on him. Jeez, way to knock the wind out of someone! Kurt was barely half Kon's weight, he would be crushed
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Hughes honestly didn't know if anyone was coming for a weapon or other services tonight. If they didn't...well, he'd been itching to get back out there. He hadn't been out since that last night with Roy.
It wasn't that he'd become field-shy thanks to it, he just hadn't had a chance. And much as he always joked he preferred desk jobs...well, he was starting to miss the action. He'd hang around for a little while, and then slip out.
One night not being where he usually was wasn't going the end of the world. Or so he hoped. In this place, he guessed you just never knew.
Admittedly, scooting about with the gurney had made her trip through the halls more enjoyable, if rather unprofessional. But first things first - she'd have to let Hughes know what had happened at the meeting (which, in fact, had been a whole lot of nothing), as well as where the gurney would be best served: as either tonight's materials transport, or in the hands of the alchemist. She paused at the door of M6 and rapped sharply. "Sir, are you within?"
"Yes ma'am," Hughes said, as he opened the door. He grinned as best he could at Celes, figuring she was here to report to him. Which was good. And maybe the two of them could end up heading out.
"Certainly, ah, where shall I put this?" Celes pulled the gurney back for Hughes to see. "I thought it could either be broken down for material or used for the rest of the night as transport."
Might as well get it out of the way before some zealous idiot stole it. "And then I'll give you my report."
Anise walked briskly down the hall, more concerned about getting to Ion quickly than she was about the possibility of running into danger while taking the lead. She never really saw monsters in the patient blocks, anyway.
When she reached the door to M5, she stopped abruptly, pausing to listen for any sign of activity. When there was none, she knocked loudly on the door, announcing, "Ion? It's Anise!" There was no immediate answer, and still no sound of movement from inside. The lack of a response was discouraging, but Anise was going to wait for the appropriate amount of time before barging in, just as she did every night.
She looked over to the others just to make sure they were caught up, but didn't say anything. She was trying her best to keep her anxiety from showing, even though her face betrayed some of her worry.
Following Anise, Luke stops where she does, and then turns to keep an eye down the hallway as she knocks.
"Does he usually answer?" He didn't exactly see the need for knocking, but Anise was the one that visited him every night. This was probably just part of her routine.
Mukuro removed himself from Luke and Anise by about a step. He was trying to place their relationship, friends, it seemed. Or at least familiar enough for some joking. And the 'Ion' they were waiting from had a relatively close tie with Anise. He didn't feel the need to say anything, sometimes it was more productive to listen.
"Last week, he always answered right away," Anise replied, then turned her head back to face the door. "But... lately, it's been like this." It hurt a little to think of how lively Ion had been every night until recently. What could have happened to him?
With a small, nearly inaudible sigh, Anise tucked her flashlight under her arm to free one of her hands, and reached for the door handle. She opened the door wide and took a few steps inside, fumbling with her flashlight in an attempt to regain her normal grip on it. Once she was able to, Anise pointed the light across the dark room, at the Fon Master's bed.
His empty bed.
Immediately, Anise felt as though she had been struck. There was a loud clatter as the girl forgot the metal pipe in her other hand, allowing it to fall to the floor. She didn't say anything right away - she just couldn't find the words. She knew there was a chance this would happen, and yet she couldn't have prepared herself to face it. Her absolute worst fear had just come true.
Another night, another pointless period of wandering. Still, he was interested in what Armand had to say - the courier idea was novel. He resented the idea of being a bodyguard, but Armand had trusted him, and that was rare.
He suited up, grabbed his radio, knife, and pillowcase of pills, and left. Maybe he could knock over another supply cabinet.
Dean closed the door behind him. He'd left his own flashlight back in the room, but he could see well enough by the other patient's light to go by, provided he wasn't getting flashed in the face. Dean shielded his eye with one hand, cautiously taking a step forward and hoped he wasn't about to run face first into another demon or a spirit or whatever the hell this joint wanted to throw at him this time.
Returning to his room hadn't been something Angel had intended to do at first, but he realized there was no point in heading out when he hadn't put everything together first. Willow and Anya -- and Spike -- had all disappeared within a matter of days. He hadn't gotten the chance to retrieve any of their so-called "real names" which left hunting for their files out of the question until he could obtain that information.
In truth, he did want to do something, but sitting down to give this some thought was probably a better idea. He figured the room would be empty; Brian looked as if he'd been about to leave earlier. So he hadn't expected to spot his roommate in front of him as he drew closer. Huh.
Angel would've normally simply passed by him, but it actually seemed as if Brian was waiting for something or someone. It was curious enough for him to slow down a little, although he was ready to keep going if Brian opted to ignore him or something.
Dean stepped forward to intercept him, hand raised in a lazy "yo". He didn't want to physically restrain his roomie or make it looked like he had something to hide, but considering that Angel at best was some kind of rookie hunter, he didn't want him barging into the room mid-exorcism either and screwing things up
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Maybe Angel wasn't quite expecting that scenario and it threw him off enough that it took a second before it occurred to him that it was a little bit odd why Brian would be out here and not with...whoever he was with. How'd he even known Angel was coming in order to come out here and intercept?
Mind, it wasn't as if he wasn't somewhat grateful for managing to avoid walking in on what would've been an extremely awkward scenario, but.
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It wasn't that he'd become field-shy thanks to it, he just hadn't had a chance. And much as he always joked he preferred desk jobs...well, he was starting to miss the action. He'd hang around for a little while, and then slip out.
One night not being where he usually was wasn't going the end of the world. Or so he hoped. In this place, he guessed you just never knew.
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Admittedly, scooting about with the gurney had made her trip through the halls more enjoyable, if rather unprofessional. But first things first - she'd have to let Hughes know what had happened at the meeting (which, in fact, had been a whole lot of nothing), as well as where the gurney would be best served: as either tonight's materials transport, or in the hands of the alchemist. She paused at the door of M6 and rapped sharply. "Sir, are you within?"
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"Come on in."
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Might as well get it out of the way before some zealous idiot stole it. "And then I'll give you my report."
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Anise walked briskly down the hall, more concerned about getting to Ion quickly than she was about the possibility of running into danger while taking the lead. She never really saw monsters in the patient blocks, anyway.
When she reached the door to M5, she stopped abruptly, pausing to listen for any sign of activity. When there was none, she knocked loudly on the door, announcing, "Ion? It's Anise!" There was no immediate answer, and still no sound of movement from inside. The lack of a response was discouraging, but Anise was going to wait for the appropriate amount of time before barging in, just as she did every night.
She looked over to the others just to make sure they were caught up, but didn't say anything. She was trying her best to keep her anxiety from showing, even though her face betrayed some of her worry.
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"Does he usually answer?" He didn't exactly see the need for knocking, but Anise was the one that visited him every night. This was probably just part of her routine.
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With a small, nearly inaudible sigh, Anise tucked her flashlight under her arm to free one of her hands, and reached for the door handle. She opened the door wide and took a few steps inside, fumbling with her flashlight in an attempt to regain her normal grip on it. Once she was able to, Anise pointed the light across the dark room, at the Fon Master's bed.
His empty bed.
Immediately, Anise felt as though she had been struck. There was a loud clatter as the girl forgot the metal pipe in her other hand, allowing it to fall to the floor. She didn't say anything right away - she just couldn't find the words. She knew there was a chance this would happen, and yet she couldn't have prepared herself to face it. Her absolute worst fear had just come true.
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He suited up, grabbed his radio, knife, and pillowcase of pills, and left. Maybe he could knock over another supply cabinet.
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Dean closed the door behind him. He'd left his own flashlight back in the room, but he could see well enough by the other patient's light to go by, provided he wasn't getting flashed in the face. Dean shielded his eye with one hand, cautiously taking a step forward and hoped he wasn't about to run face first into another demon or a spirit or whatever the hell this joint wanted to throw at him this time.
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Returning to his room hadn't been something Angel had intended to do at first, but he realized there was no point in heading out when he hadn't put everything together first. Willow and Anya -- and Spike -- had all disappeared within a matter of days. He hadn't gotten the chance to retrieve any of their so-called "real names" which left hunting for their files out of the question until he could obtain that information.
In truth, he did want to do something, but sitting down to give this some thought was probably a better idea. He figured the room would be empty; Brian looked as if he'd been about to leave earlier. So he hadn't expected to spot his roommate in front of him as he drew closer. Huh.
Angel would've normally simply passed by him, but it actually seemed as if Brian was waiting for something or someone. It was curious enough for him to slow down a little, although he was ready to keep going if Brian opted to ignore him or something.
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Dean stepped forward to intercept him, hand raised in a lazy "yo". He didn't want to physically restrain his roomie or make it looked like he had something to hide, but considering that Angel at best was some kind of rookie hunter, he didn't want him barging into the room mid-exorcism either and screwing things up ( ... )
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Maybe Angel wasn't quite expecting that scenario and it threw him off enough that it took a second before it occurred to him that it was a little bit odd why Brian would be out here and not with...whoever he was with. How'd he even known Angel was coming in order to come out here and intercept?
Mind, it wasn't as if he wasn't somewhat grateful for managing to avoid walking in on what would've been an extremely awkward scenario, but.
He frowned. "You knew I was coming back here?"
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