Night 43: M-A Block Hallway

[superdynamic]

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Suzaku made his way out of his own cell block at a brisk pace, even though he wasn't quite sure he could take Yuffie's presence right now. He didn't want to talk to anyone, least of all have to pretend everything was fine again -- because he didn't want to bother her with the details of his life, and even if he did there was only a

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[bprd_fishman]

[ From here.]Alone in the dark corridor, Abe finally realized what felt slightly off about his newest "mission". His breathing apparatus was gone, his clingy wetsuit was loose fabric (probably cotton), his eyes were clear, and he was missing approximately a dozen pockets and pouches. All the things they loaded him down with when he normally went out were missing, replaced with the wonderful traits of the land-dwelling human body and a lightness of clothing that made him feel halfway to naked. The bulk was necessary for protection and to cater to his unique physiology, but spending an entire day walking around without it was still nice. The human body had its benefits in its natural environment

[its_the_mileage]

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Indy remembered belatedly that he didn't have a description of whoever he was supposed to be meeting. Then again, he figured, could probably pick out the guy carrying a lit torch without taxing his powers of deduction too much. For now, the hall was empty. Indy staked himself out a spot by the door into the larger hallway, tilted the brim of his fedora up slightly for better visibility, and waited.

sorry for the repost. I saw a spelling error. :<

[piggy_king]

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Porky finally arrived at the appointed meeting place, expecting to see a flurry of activity. Instead, all he saw was a single man, standing there looking around for someone else. It didn't take Porky long to figure out that he was the brainiac that had solved all the riddles, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like Porky was going to stick around and wait for him to show up.

"I take it you're the guy who got second place in the riddle contest?" Porky said, a huge grin on his face, "Well, here's your reward! I hope you like it!"

Porky briefly studied the three torches and eventually held out the smallest one. It was a subtle difference, but one that Porky was able to determine. If there was one thing Porky could tell about an object, it was its size, whether it be a piece of cake, a slice of pie, or a...torch. Anyway, Porky was giving him the smallest one and that was that.

[its_the_mileage]

"Thanks," Indy said, accepting the torch--which, on closer inspection, looked more like a chair leg wrapped in a flaming t-shirt. It also seemed to be giving off some kind of fumes. Not exactly the Olympic model he'd been hoping for, but at least Indy was used to makeshift torches. What interested him was the fuel source.

"Mind if I ask what you lit this with?" he added, looking his benefactor over. Here was living proof that Indy wasn't the oldest patient around by a long shot; this man looked twice his age--and maybe twice his size, albeit several inches shorter. What did Landel want with this cheerful-looking old guy, Indy wondered.

[piggy_king]

"Eh?" Porky asked, confused, "Do you mean the paint thinner or...oh! Sorry, I forgot that I was the only one with a lighter! Yeah, I snuck a lighter out of Doyleton last night. Pretty useful, wouldn't you say? Anyway, sorry if it isn't up to your standards. It's always helpful to have a little more *snicker* firepower, though, right?"

"Besides," Porky said, holding one of his torches in front of him, "With these, you won't use up your flashlight's battery as fast, and if you get an aerosol can..."

Porky pulled out the can of paint thinner and turned away from Indy for a moment. He gave it a quick shake and held up the torch in front of it. He braced himself and let loose a small spray, which was ignited by the torch and lit up the hallway.

"...You get that!" Porky said, turning back to Indy with a grin on his face, "By the way, I'm Porky Minch. Pleased to meet you."

[scintillatingly]

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The hallway being empty wasn't too much of a surprise, and Sora took advantage of the openness by moving across it as quickly as he could. He normally would have fallen into a jog, but he usually did his best to conserve his energy here at Landel's. Then again, the running he'd done with Akihiko earlier had definitely proved that he needed to get into better shape.

Just as Sora was about to break into a light jog, though, he thought he saw something from the corner of his eye. He immediately stopped and spun to face the wall, but there was nothing there. He inhaled and eyed the spot for a few more seconds before giving a shake of his head and continuing, now at a walk. He couldn't pay as close attention to things when he was running, after all.

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[spiritrepellent]

[from here]

Pausing by the door from the hallway outside his room, Doumeki peered through the next door, glancing up and down the hallway. There were a few people around, but no one he felt inclined to approach, just yet.

The situation was more than strange. He kept seeing flitting images in his peripheral vision, turning his head to look at them off and on, brows furrowing, but he could never seem to catch them.

Disturbing. Maybe the innate abilities in his blood weren't active, as he'd been expecting all day.

Ignoring that fact, for the moment, since it didn't seem terribly useful yet, he headed towards the door of the hallway.

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[yourtravelagent]

[from here]

He'd taken the flashlight, scissors, and scalpels. No point carrying everything around tonight. He was going to M92, not a slumber party.

Wright had been the only soul he'd managed to talk to before taking a nap. He wanted to make sure nothing had happened. Manny felt like he owed it to the guy; after the amount of concern he had shown that day he'd slept through the field trip, he got the feeling that Phoenix Wright was a man he could trust.

[yourtravelagent]

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