Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

[rocksthecourt]

[M12]There was this 'Avatar' again, the thing that supposedly linked one's consciousness within this video game. Klavier couldn't quite understand how such a thing could help anyone fight, but he was certain that this connection had something to do with how and why Endrance was taken. If this really wasn't something every player experienced, then

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[guardiancomplex]

( From here.)

The trip down the hallway was short, but a little tense. No one seemed to be emerging from their rooms yet--maybe he was just jumping the gun a little. Well, whatever the case was, he hadn't seen Yuki on his way over, so that meant he was in his room.

"Oi, Yuki," he called, knocking on the door of M11. "It's me."

M11

[winged_moon]

The pattern had repeated itself enough times now that Yue was certain of it: no matter what he willed, come nightfall he'd shift back to his true form. By now even the fact that his shifts of form were no longer under his control only was a mild irritation amidst the lot, so he'd only frowned slightly at Ken (though not in an unfriendly fashion; Yue had an entire assortment of frowns, each meaning something different, and this one was essentially just an acknowledgement of the man's presence) before seating himself at the desk once more

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

Open the box, huh? The head doctor seemed to be getting more and more unhinged every day. Or was that even the not-so-good doctor? Whatever, it was time to get moving. He was crazy enough without trying to figure out whatever Doc's addled mind was up to half the time. Ken reached toward the dresser drawer, then paused and glanced up at the knock, wondering who the person was--the question was answered when Touya was revealed on the other side of the door.

Well, good thing he wasn't planning on staying in, though exactly what he was planning, he didn't know. And he certainly didn't intend to tell Yue that he was going to be wandering the halls until he found someone he knew. That would only end in the guardian glaring at him and quite possibly insisting that he either stay in or go with them, if they were going anywhere

Re: M11

[guardiancomplex]

Touya wasn't at all prepared for Yue to be behind the door. The first thought that crossed his mind was, 'Why?' As in, 'Why God, why, am I stuck with him and his brooding looks and superior air?' or perhaps 'Why did Yuki spontaneously change back?' Both were equally important.

"What..." Touya let Ken by, watching him go in slightly stunned silence. Ken wasn't going explain this, then? "What happened?" he finally asked, entering the room. If Yuki had changed back, did that mean that there was something seriously wrong somewhere? Or was it just natural? Touya looked at Yue, slightly worried.

[oftemptation]

"I can't say what that might mean, but it certainly doesn't sound like the usual voice on the radio," Endrance replied. "It sounds...it sounds like someone perhaps tapped into the intercom? I don't know how, but..."

He stood then, taking his flashlight and looking for where that pipe he had obtained had ended up. A moment later, he found it in the closet, behind everything else that was there. He nodded once, then turned to Klavier. "I take it you're going out again tonight?"

[rocksthecourt]

Klavier eyed the pipe for a moment, but said nothing regarding it. It was a little sad they all had to go out armed like this. They had to lower themselves to such drastic measures.

He gave him a small, simple smile. "I'm expecting company, actually. Whether we venture out or not greatly depends. It might be best to play it safe for a night." He paused a moment. "Do try to be careful yourself. Remember that you are hurt, ja? Adding more to it wouldn't be pleasant."

Between experiments and disappearances and monsters, it was easy enough for someone to die without playing hero. He hoped Endrance would consider his own well being this time.

[oftemptation]

"I'll try." The reply was as honest as he could make it, considering what he planned on trying to do that night. If it worked, it shouldn't hurt him, but if it didn't...that was something he'd have to handle if it happened.

"You take care, too," he added, not quite an afterthought. With that, he nodded once and stepped out into the hallway.

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[rocksthecourt]

Klavier offered a genuine smile after Endrance. He very honestly would prefer he didn't get hurt. Though he didn't like the thought of anyone doing so here. That was why... they needed to work quickly. The sooner everything was sorted, the quicker they might be able to escape. This insanity had already been going on far too long as far as he was concerned.

Honestly, he was too restless to stay sitting still at the moment. He'd made amazing headway today, but everything Endrance had just told him made him question what he'd gathered thus far. More uncertainties. More questions without answers. More problems and inconsistencies. It was frustrating. He had to wonder just how much more they were unable to see. Were they all just nibbling at bits that didn't matter in the end?

Ach, and now he was pacing. He forced himself to stop. That wasn't going to help and it just made him look like he was as lost as he felt. Instead, he forced himself back to the desk to look over his notebook. No, it couldn't have been pointless. There was an

[clockmongler]

After slipping on his uniform, placing his piercings back in, and making sure Tyche was sound asleep on his pillow, Luxord made his way out into the hallway, hood up as always. It seemed quiet outside, at least for now, so he made sure to not disturb this silence as he walked (which was harder than it looked in the Organization's standard issue boots, thank you, Xemnas).

Hm. Back to finding Ms. Sutcliff.

[clockmongler]

[Went here.]

M13

[screwthegods]

The message that opened the night was cryptic, but that wasn't an unusual occurrence in this place. Homura gave it little thought as he began his nightly routine; perhaps they were fools, but fighting for their own goals and opening what boxes they might come across was a better fate than staying as they were. A mysterious voice making proclamations as a god would had little chance of shaking Homura's resolve when it came to that

Re: M13

[whohitreset]

[from here]

Pausing outside the room, Matt double-checked the number on the door. This should be the right one. He didn't know what he'd expected - a bunch of others waiting outside, perhaps. Homura seemed to be a popular man.

He knocked carefully, and after a moment cleared his throat and followed with "It's Robin."

This whole meeting was a bit ominous, and Matt didn't like not knowing why he'd been called for something. He could almost compare it to getting called to Roger's office without knowing what he'd done wrong, but somehow comparing Homura to the old man that ran Wammy's just didn't seem right. It was probably just for an assignment, anyway, and there was no reason to let on that he suspected he was in trouble.

It wasn't as if he'd even done much, anyway.

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

At some point during the wait, Homura had begun gathering a pile of scrap metal for Adelheid's use later. Leaving it near his desk when the knock came, Homura moved to the door, opening it so Robin could come in. "Of course. Thank you for being so prompt."

How much had he been able to figure out? Of course, there was no way for Homura to know without actually asking, but the confrontation earlier that day left doubt as to the continued usefulness of Ayumu's cover. Still, whether or not she had been exposed was something Ayumu would have to take care of herself. For now, Homura had to convince the bird to sing a new song for a new master.

"You must be curious as to why I wanted a private meeting with you." The demi-god moved back to his bed with a smooth stride, but didn't sit on it yet. "It isn't unusual for patients to have any number of questions here. In your case, I'd think that the most pressing would be deciding what to do now that the one directing your movements--Mello--is no longer here."

Re: M13

[whohitreset]

Fuck.

Matt hadn't even gotten to sit down yet before Homura's announcement. He did so after it, though, landing a bit harder than he'd meant to on the bed opposite. Someone had been watching him? Sen was the most likely answer, but it was also possible that it had simply been that obvious. It was harder to hide matters like that in a place like this.

He could do the usual scripted response you saw in every movie ever created when someone was caught red-handed, the usual I have no idea what you're talking about response. He didn't like playing dumb, however, and doing so would be an insult to Homura, who was obviously too clever for that. (Most people were, even in the movies.)

As for how little he'd actually gotten done under Mello's direction... he wasn't going to mention that either. It was better to let Homura think he was of more use than that. "Guess you got me," he said finally, trying to sound casual. "So what do you want?"

[31st_of_china]

[from here]

This was it. M13. He'd moved fast enough, which meant there was a good chance Homura hadn't left yet: he hadn't seen him in the halls either. The question was whether the god had sensed something was up or not.

Sanzo drew out the Smith & Wesson from the robes, flicking the chamber open. Fully loaded. He already kept the gun in near flawless condition as it was, but it was more for reassurance. He snapped the chamber shut with a flick of his wrist.

With one hand, he grasped the door handle and slowly opened it as quietly as he could, gun drawn and pointed into the room.

[31st_of_china]

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