Night 40: Main Hall 1-East

[youlackmascara]

[from here]He became more cautious upon entering this hallway, aware that he was more likely to encounter some kind of opponent here. Scanning the area ahead carefully, Itachi focused his every sense on detecting other presences before they attacked. The hallway he needed to go down was just to the left, but it would be wise to scan the entire

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[sasuke_of_sound]

[[from here, doing the Time Warp]]

Sasuke sped down the hall at a pace that might have been inadvisable were it not early enough in the night that he'd spotted only Itachi's chakra signal in this direction.

This was going to be the first time he'd face Itachi without having been interfered with by the Institute beforehand -- and even if he didn't die this time, Itachi was going to see the means of his death.

[sasuke_of_sound]

[[to here]]

[byname_bynature]

( From here.)

This part of the hallway was considerably less populated, even though Artemis could still hear the sounds of the fight going on at the end of the hallway. He did his best to keep up with Badou as they made the ever-familiar trek to the doctors' hallway. All the running had worn him out just a little, but he tried not to show it.

[cigarettes_plz]

If Badou had inherited anything worthwhile from his mysterious genes, it was stamina. He and Dave were both chain smokers in every sense of the word but it never slowed them down. It had to be the threat of impending death, he thought, 'Run like your ass is on fire, or it will be.'

Too bad that didn't seem to be doing much for Artemis. He must really regret skipping PE. Badou slowed down further as they turned the corner...

[to here]

[sheisthecause]

[from here]

They had lucked out; this stretch of the hallway was almost empty. Meche was getting into really unfamiliar territory now, but they were running out of hallway, so it must be time to cut over.

"Hanatarou told me you can identify poisonous plants," she said now that things were a little quieter. "Is it a part of your training, or a special ability?" She was definitely working under the assumption that he was a death god now--that sword had clinched it.

[loyal_despair]

Kira glanced back as Meche spoke, quickly turning his eyes back to the hallway in front of them. It was much quieter down here - apparently, being further from the patient blocks, this area and staircase weren't frequented. It would be good to head here in the future, if there was ever a problem with running into someone.

"It was part of my training for a few years," he said, pausing slightly as he judged the two hallways that both lead to their inevitable goal. "I haven't had to use the skill in a while, but you don't forget what plants can kill you." He was lucky that these were familiar plants. People from other worlds ... he could only imagine what trouble they would have, if the need ever arose.

Kira slipped into the nearest hallway, which only had a few people in it. Soon they'd be at the greenhouse.

((To here.))

[shallweplay]

[Skipped from here]

Ophelia followed the stream of people heading east down the main hallway. From what she remembered of those maps she and Kio had gone over, the greenhouse was somewhere on the eastern side of the institute, right? As they neared the end of the hallway, she saw some of the other patients turning left into another hallway. In the dark, she couldn't quite see where the main hallway ended, although she assumed there were stairs there, same as on the other end of the hall.

"Down that way to go outside?" she asked Tsubaki quickly for confirmation, finally letting go of the girl's arm.

[thecamellia]

Tsubaki didn’t quite yelp when she was drawn away by the arm without warning, but it was a close thing; she stifled her surprise with a breath.

But… she wanted to say. But is it worth it to turn our backs? It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d felt like she were abandoning others to some extent during these night time episodes. Missions would still be waiting for them, but people‘s lives, those were… There was a fine line between making necessary sacrifices for the bigger picture and needing to stop for a moment to focus on the small pictures that made up the whole, a line she was all too familiar with. Who knew if the people left behind in the hall would need some serious support soon rather than later