Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock
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It was like...well, almost as though someone had abruptly flipped a switch. Suddenly where there had been nothing but the harsh scents of cleaners and dull indoor air was a metallic, nauseating tang, one that was entirely familiar and even more unpleasant.
Blood. Blood was heavy on the air, where there had been none of note before. It was like he'd abruptly stepped onto an old battlefield where he'd expected nothing, and Rokuta could feel himself going pale in reaction.
His hands closed into tight fists on his lap, eyes closing as he swallowed hard against a surge of nausea. It wasn't that bad, he told himself firmly. There was no scent of fresh blood; this was all old, distant enough that it wouldn't affect him. Not...too much, ( ... )
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The locks had been undone with a loud click that rung through out the room, beckoning him to take advantage while he could and explore. He willed his legs to move forward, unable to quell the foreboding sensation that something was already waiting for him. Perhaps it had been the stagnant stench that filled the air or the sudden chill that crawled down his spine, leaving goosebumps dotting his skin.
Stealing a deep breath, he pocketed the flash light and tried not let the anxiety creep into his features. The last thing he needed was to justify to his roommate that the boy had been right and that he wouldn't be capable of handling this himself when he perfectly wasThere was no reason left to hesitate. It was simply now or never ( ... )
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At last! Here it was, M57. Youko knocked on the door, hoping now that Enki hadn't left already. She didn't think he would--the kirin hadn't lived as long as he had by being foolish--but this place was wrong in all kinds of ways, so she didn't want to rule anything out.
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He let out a hard, exasperated sigh as he gathered his belongings and stepped into the hall. I am not your pawn. And I won't be moved around on a chessboard at anyone else's whim.
He leaned against the wall for just a moment, gathering his thoughts while he waited on Kunzite to drop off his sword.
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"You look troubled," came the voice that walked up to the fancily-dressed man leaning on the wall. Aside from this, Kunzite walked up to Edgeworth quietly, forgoing his bow as he held out the sword's hilt. "Has something happened?"
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There was something else nagging at the back of his head, but he chalked that up to simple nerves. It wasn't anything, and as such, wasn't worth bringing up.
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"At any rate, Mr. Edgeworth, I shall leave you to whatever plans you may have tonight. Good luck, and take care." With that, he quickly bowed, turned, and departed the hallway.
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Wait a second... What was he doing napping?
Before the Replica could think any more on the matter, he was jolted awake by a loud hiss of static. Sechs' yellow eyes snapped open as the electronic shriek rang in his ears. Giving out a muffled growl, his body visibly winced from the unexpected noise as he took in his new surroundings. His once groggy mind now raced with confused thoughts. Where the heck was he?The room he was in was unfamiliar... And why was he sleeping just now? Sechs' perturbed mind trudged through his memory banks. What was he doing before? ...Ah! He was getting a tune-up from his Cybertechs, that's what! Hmm... speaking of which ( ... )
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And yet...they did.
The sudden surge of pain that shot up from his foot and side sent Sechs stumbling backwards. A gruff gasp rumbled out from his chest as he lost his hold against the stranger. The hell?! Stepping back slightly with his hand clutched upon his side, Sechs' eyes caught a glimpse of the other man's face. From what Sechs could tell, the stranger he was facing wasn't a cyborg in anyway. The softer flesh he briefly felt under his hand when he slammed him against the wall indicated that the man was probably human.
But...how was that possible?
Sechs' eyes briefly flickered down to find that he wasn't in his armor. Ah right... He had his outfit removed for his tune-up...but, wasn't his casual clothing ( ... )
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He was obviously confused about where he was - asking some shit about a team and base. A new arrival then. Someone who'd just been kidnapped and woken up here. Figured the bastard would get dumped on him but he was almost grateful for the opportunity. No toothed, acid-spewing sacks of guts here, just a good brawl with something he could actually hit. Jason could try and explain things to the moron, since they might just be expected to share a room from now on and if they tried to kill each other every night - well, that could be a bad thing. But he wasn't any more in the mood to be ( ... )
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All right then, he'd simply find a way once they arrived. He would not sing. They could not force him to.
...Well, that did not take so long, as he soon found M53. X knocked his flashlight against the door, being the gentleman he was. After all, he could not chastise II for never doing so and then barge in himself. It would be hypocritical of him.
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With a sigh, he put his pillow over his head and called out, "Go away, I'm not here!"
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"Somehow, I do not believe that."
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While Xigbar didn't raise the pillow or anything, his voice did lighten up a little bit. "Heh, too smart for me, I guess. So what are you doin' here?"
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He'd wanted to talk to the detectives about relocation the supplies when he'd seen them earlier, but it had slipped his mind with all the other issues he'd been thinking about. But at least this way, they didn't have a say in the matter, or worse: come to the room to help move the supplies.
[Speeding to Hattori's room]
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