Night 43: F1-10 Hall

[number1smiley]

Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different

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[madeinthehrl]

It was the crackle of static and the flat, electronic voice of the intercom that at last pulled Soma out of her thoughts. She wasn't sure if she ought to be grateful. For a moment she was quiet, forcing her eyes away from the photograph and to the apparently asleep Mele on the other side of the room. Then, with an inaudible sigh, she set the photograph down and stood up, turning to her closet as the doors unlocked.

The pain that flared in her arm and began to grow again barely registered in her mind as she surveyed her new acquisitions. Her hand hesitated over the gun before moving to the spear instead; it was unlikely she would be going anywhere tonight, even if the others were.

She went through her equipment check with an almost routine speed, but it was clear her heart wasn't in it. It was stupid to go out distracted like this, and she knew it, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. There was nobody to hold her back now.

[madeinthehrl]

[to here]

F3

[16hitmagnum]

It pissed her off. Her brother pissed her off more than anything in the world. Why did he have to visit? Clearly he was the crazy one. Not her. It wasn't her. It was never her.

Gintoki. Shinpachi. Edo. They were the ones that were real. This wasn't. She didn't know how her brother got here but it was clear that he was just messing with her. He won't win.

But what if your brother's right?

Then she'll make him wrong. She didn't know how but this was what Kagura decided as she left her room, making sure not to disturb her sleeping room mate.

[16hitmagnum]

[skipping a few hallways to here]

F3 Still

[contentincloset]

[from here]

Of all the rooms, why did she have to bee in F3 too? It was like some stupid curse, or something! All the girls he had to deal with... Sakura, Orihime, Shiki... and now this Chise girl had all been in this one room! He'd never known Ururu to be in it, but there had been that night he'd found her and Fai all but collapsed outside of it.

Because of that, Kurogane didn't have very high hopes when he got up to the door and flung it open. "Hey...!" was all he got out before he grit his teeth and let the door slam back into position. No one. He'd been stupid to think that girl would wait. But it was stupider to think that she had just gone off on her own. With how she'd been asking for help...

He turned back immediately, swearing as he stormed back towards the main hall.

Re: F3 Still

[contentincloset]

[gone here]

Outside F10

[roger_hug]

(from here.)

Bridget hugged Roger close as he carefully walked through the dark hallways. He was being extra careful and it made him a bit slower than usual, but he wanted to get to Kagura's room in one piece. Finally coming to F10, he hesitantly reached up and knocked.

"Miss Sohma?"

Re: Outside F10

[kagurazuki]

Kagura hoped her roommate was able to do alright on her first night out. But if she was familiar with dead things and evil spirits, she ought to be okay. To be honest, she didn't much want to think about how many others she'd thought would be okay, but ended up as bloody messes in the halls at night. It was the kind of thing that made her heart ache.

Luckily, she didn't think on it long. There was a knock at the door and a familiar voice. Kagura was quick to jump to her feet and answer, greeting both Roger and Bridget with a smile as she opened the door to let them in.

"I'm here. Sorry! Come in, please!"

F10

[roger_hug]

Bridget stepped in past Kagura with a smile and a little bow of his head. "Thank you." He felt a bit silly not doing anything productive tonight, but he thought they could both use the break. "I hope the rest of your day went well?"

The strangeness of polite conversation in light of what was going on had long since ceased to bother Bridget. There was no reason to not be polite, even here.

Re: F10

[kagurazuki]

"Mm it was fine," she assured him, closing the door after he'd passed. "Did... did you and Roger-san have a good day too?"

She didn't know why she felt nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't spent several nights with Bridget already. This was different, in a way, but she had to do what she could to keep Bridget's spirits up. So long as he was able to smile, that was what mattered.

[tofindherwings]

The situation wasn't ideal. She hadn't shared a room like this since back at the orphanage and after that only out of necessity when she couldn't get back to her own rooms. Plus it was a liability. At least the woman had been asleep during that time, leaving Cissnei to eat and think the situation over without distraction. The intercom message was a little startling. Why would someone broadcast to the world that they were hacking a computer, or that their computer was being hacked for that matter. It was just as Reno and Rude had said though, the doors unlocked and when she pushed the door open, the hallway was black and

[tofindherwings]

[To here]

Outside F8

[subtlethreat]

[From here.]

Once Tenpou rounded the corner, he saw a line of rooms. It was similar to the area where his entire trip had begun, only this time, the feeling that had guided him intensified. Something was going to happen. Something important, vital to his time here. He could just tell somehow, although he couldn't explain it, not even to himself, if he tried. His thoughts were no longer on missing Kenren, or why he couldn't. On figuring out who Homura was or where to find him. He had been brought to this area for a reason, and now, he would solve the mystery.

Flashlight poised to attack in the event that what had guided him here turned out to be negative, Tenpou strode forward, not sure which door he was supposed to be going toward or what he would find there. Just that he would know it when he did.

[Waiting for Kenren, although anyone involved in the History Club in or around F8 can join in before or after he shows up.]

Re: Outside F8

[opposingheaven]

[From here]

He was looking for Hanatarou which was why the figure in the corridor took him so by surprise. A familiar form that made Kenren's thoughts lurch, the feeling of something snapping back into place when it had become so familiar for it not to be there at all. "Hakkai?" he asked, staring at the figure, deja-vu from his first night in the Institute hitting him suddenly. But this time the hair was too long, the stance just that bit too hunched.

No, not Hakkai. "Tenpou..."

Re: Outside F8

[subtlethreat]

Tenpou's flashlight wavered, the only sign that the voice, when it spoke the unfamiliar name, had connected with him when he heard it. But when he heard it say his real name, a name he hadn't given to anyone since arriving in this place...there was no doubt...but it couldn't be...

Tenpou's head turned in the direction where he had heard the voice, then his entire body pivoted, holding the flashlight to illuminate his face. He looked like hell, his chakra missing, scars on his cheek, one eye discolored...but there was no doubt about it.

"Kenren..." Tenpou gasped softly.

Re: Outside F8

[opposingheaven]

He winced when the light was shone into his face, shielding his eyes as he looked the other person over, wariness in his posture because he couldn't quite believe it. He hadn't seen him since being here, except for that one visit, and he was half expecting it to be some terrible trick, like Homura's Rinrei had been when he'd had his shoulder torn open. Any other night he would have been able to take it, any other night he would have felt together and coherent enough to take this in stride.

He felt hurt and joy and black rage warring in his chest as he looked at his friend with dual vision, seeing him and Hakkai both and then with a cry of rage he leapt forward, fist aimed at his face; rage at him for dying, for being there, for doing something unfathomably self-destructive again until he could barely remember who he was supposed to be, god or youkai, general or taboo.