Night 46: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[whos_da_man]

[from here]

So far, so good; Junpei wasn't feeling any compulsion to go someplace he wasn't intending to. It was a relief to know that Evangeline wasn't going to vampire him to her side that night, despite the implications from earlier. Then again... what if where he was heading was where she wanted him to go all along, so it just didn't feel

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[moral_liberty]

[From here.]

Kaworu stepped out into the hall, which was becoming almost familiar. He could not feel secure, but he wasn't afraid either. Last night, he had been. Addison had been. He could remember the sharp fear, holding onto Shinji, fearing for his safety as well. He head had felt heavy with emotions, and he couldn't understand any of what he had once been. That, he supposed, had scared him too.

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[composers_proxy]

[[from here]]

The buzz of static and voices too mashed up and garbled to quite make out began again as soon as he stepped out of his room. He turned up the radio to compensate, but there was precious little to tune into at night save for dead air and static and listening to the doctor guy start in on another completely irrelevant rant.

This was about getting some pins, he reminded himself. Not just any old Mus Rattus or Lapin Angelique, this was a custom, limited edition commission from CAT himself. And that was well worth risking life and limb just to own. The fact that it might actually function as something he could use only made it that much better.

[composers_proxy]

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[bprd_fishman]

[ From here.]

Humans. Abe had spent so much time living next to humans that he'd come to think of them as the default and the norm, with everything else outside of 'humans'. He hadn't realized what a great and unapproachable monolith they could be when you didn't have a garbage truck to keep you safe. He couldn't trust Minato completely, but he couldn't trust the Institution either and the device could be used as a weapon against them--and Minato seemed the far lesser terror.

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[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

Klavier briefly checked the hallway before walking through the door completely. The hall was empty and eerily quiet as usual. What he wouldn't give for even the slight assurance of distant passing cars, faint city buzz, anything but this stifling silence that seemed to eat at him every single night. He was suddenly aware of his clutching the pipe in his hand a bit too hard and loosened his grip

[scintillatingly]

[From here.]

While it wasn't too uncommon for this hallway to be empty this early on in the night (Sora had learned to be pretty speedy), he had to admit he was disappointed about it this time. There was a chance he could have run into someone he knew, and then they could have seen him in his new duds! The people he was teaming up with tonight wouldn't be able to appreciate it, either.

Maybe he was just being immature about it, but he'd been waiting for his clothes to show up for a while now. He'd more or less given up on it, but it was just like Landel's to surprise him when he was least expecting it. At least this time it had been with something good.

Forgetting about his eagerness regarding the new development for the moment, Sora just focused on getting to the meeting spot. Either Soma or Mercedes might be there by now.

[scintillatingly]

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