M1-M10 Hall, Outside M5, Nightshift 22

[felled_hero]

It was going to be a busy night. Maes Hughes had no less than three visitors slated for the night - Ed wouldn't take too long to deal with, Alfons he planned to just arm and give a few pointers to, and then.... Roy. Assuming Roy was going to follow through with what he'd said. Who knew

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[clockworkblond]

((Coming from here. ))

Just like the previous night, Alfons made his way over to Hughes's room as quickly as he could, almost out of breath even from the short exertion. If only his lungs weren't the way they were...

...but despite that, as soon as he saw the taller man, a grin appeared on the German's face and he trotted over to Maes. It was always a lot better, when he knew that someone was there and wasn't going to be leaving him behind. If Alfons could trust anyone to look out for him, he could trust Maes.

"Maes!" The tone of relief in his voice was just as apparent as his happiness to see the man again.

[felled_hero]

"Alfons!" Maes grinned right back at the teen. Right on time, great. Hopefully he could take care of business quickly before... well. Anything else.

"You ready to learn how to throw a knife?" He clapped Alfons on the shoulder, having long since taken a paternal shine to the boy.

[clockworkblond]

"As ready as I'll ever be? I never thought I'd need to learn how, but..." He smiled again, feeling utterly fine with that paternal clap on his shoulder. Maes certainly was someone that could be trusted, and being able to do anything combat-related would be okay. And once he had that, he could possibly ask Naruto- that was the ninja's name, right?- for additional help, if it came to that. Gaara had seemed certain that Naruto would help him, so it was worth a shot, right?

But first, knife-throwing. He just hoped he didn't stab anyone by accident.

[felled_hero]

"Well, come on in and let's get started." Maes led Alfons into his room, glad to be bringing the teen there under better circumstances than last night. The room seemed bigger now - it probably was.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna try teaching you anything fancy. Just basic throwing and aiming." He opened his closet and rummaged around in the pockets of the coat, pulling out some of the old paring knives he'd taken from the kitchen. He set those on the desk, along with his two alchemically made throwing knives.

"You right handed or left handed?"

[soul_defender]

"Hmmm...alright. What'm I going to do tonight

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse opened the door to his cell as quietly as possible, staring out into the darkened corridor. His highly sensitive eyes had been a painful aggravation in the daytime’s brightly lit halls, but now they gave him an advantage over the others trapped here.

He still felt unbearably vulnerable. For a human, he had an incredibly powerful build, but that wasn’t enough- unarmed and without his powers, stealth was the best option. And he needed to find weapons. The flashlight (its batteries removed- he did not want its light) had some weight to it, but it was a pitiful thing, even for a makeshift bludgeon. The damn thing was, he had no idea where to start searching

[soul_defender]

Sound or none, Ichigo's head swiveled sharply in the direction of the one approaching him, even before those words left the man's lips and graced the ear. He was greeted immediately by a strange and questioning stare from the boy with the striking orange hair, arching a brow and letting his lips curl distastefully.

How had he recognized Recluse's approach? Immediately, Ichigo squinted his eyes across the shadows, giving his fellow patient a long, hard stare. The depth of his eyes, with the same fathomed strength of an ocean tide, swept against him piercingly, as if Ichigo squinted only to see straight through him. Whatever he found there, he wouldn't say, remaining tight-lipped as ever, but it didn't seem very appealing.

"Another new guy." The first words that came from Ichigo were hardly welcoming. He sighed, then stared reluctantly away, leaving the silence of the night to creep right back in where it had been displaced. "Did you need something?"

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse's red eyes narrowed, dropping any pretense of politeness in response to the boy's sneer. He honestly prefered it that way. It was more efficient.
"Any directions to a place where I could find a weapon."

[muted_flame]

Roy was pleased that the conversation he had with his roommate had actually been interesting and enjoyable. The fact that he had been placed with someone who he could have engaging talks with was good - it meant that dinner wouldn't be quite so boring anymore.

There was much more he would have liked to ask Otacon about, such as how his stay at Landel's had been thus far, but that was the sort of thing he reserved for the daytime hours.

Upon entering the hallway, Roy was somewhat shocked to see that Hughes wasn't waiting for him like he usually was. He stepped toward the room and was preparing to knock on it when his eyes caught on the silver sheen of Kadaj's unnatural hair color.

Oh, right.

Letting the fist he had been planning to knock with fall to his side, he stepped over to the boy. "I assume you still want my help?"

[muted_flame]

"There are others," Roy remarked. Fullmetal would probably be the best alchemist to go to after him, but apparently Alphonse was here as well now, and considering how kindhearted the boy was, he would most likely do any favor asked of him to the best of his ability. If he had the "advertise your being an alchemist" idea pitched to him, he probably wouldn't have thought much of it. He got bothered enough already.

At the mention that he'd have to wait around for the other brother to show up, Roy merely nodded. He didn't feel as strapped for time this night, mainly because he knew exactly where he needed to go. Besides, the fact that Hughes wasn't out of his room yet meant he was probably busy with something. He needed to kill time, anyway.

Not that he had any idea of what to talk about. From what he knew, Kadaj was fairly talkative. Hopefully the boy would strike up some form of conversation.

[scintillatingly]

Leaving Bakura safely in their room, Sora exited into the hallway to find that it was still crowded. He saw a few people he knew - Kadaj and Hughes, specifically - but he didn't have the time to speak to either of them at the moment. Pulling out his journal and flipping to the page where he'd written down all of his friend's room numbers, he found Kairi's name.

F7. That was funny. He was M7! Hopefully it would be easy to find, then. And hopefully she didn't get impatient and run off before he could get there.

With that concern in mind, he didn't waste any time, already on his way to the door that would take him out of the male block and into the hallway.

[ To here. ]

[soul_corrupted]

[From here.]

"Where is it?" There was strong power here, strong enough to cancel out his own completely. He had no problem masking his presence from his landlord, but other than that the Ring seemed to be nothing but a useless hunk of gold. He let it fall back against his chest, expression quickly dissolving into a scowl.

This wasn't the other Yuugi's penalty game. It wasn't a darkness he recognised.

Bakura's footsteps were silent. For all the warnings he only carried a couple of pens and a keyring that could be bent to pick locks. If there was fighting to be done, he didn't plan to stick around and give it a shot. He was going to find the item behind this, then he was going to leave.

[soul_corrupted]

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