Night 46: M41-50 Hallway

[loyal_soldier]

[from here]

622 headed down to the last door in the cell block corridor, keeping alert for anything that might already have set itself up in the hall. There usually weren't any ambushes this early in the night, but better safe than dead.

He knocked on the door to M41, waiting slightly back from the door for the Commander to open it.

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[unheroed]

Luckily for Harvey, his roommate had come in and then promptly gone to sleep without even saying a word. It hadn't been all that surprising considering the man's attitude up until now, and it had meant that Harvey's dinner had been even more quiet than usual. Admittedly, it got boring after a while, but Harvey knew that he needed that bit of time to himself when he was forced to interact for the entirety of the day.

Meeting Jason each night had become something of a routine, and Harvey wondered if that was good or bad. Getting things done with the kid was way better than wandering around aimlessly and just waiting to get ambushed by a monster, but he wasn't sure how buddy-buddy he wanted to get with him. Their interests seemed to match up for the moment, but what happened when that changed?

Still, he didn't have many other options, and so Harvey found himself grabbing for his flashlight and his lead pipe and heading out like always. At least their meeting point wasn't too far away this time.

[unheroed]

[To here.]

[poolcuemurder]

Dinner went by just about as silently as expected, which was disappointing in a way. He needed to branch out and find people he could work with, people who would help. How could he even find if Yohji were the sort to be of any assistance to his plans if he wouldn't even speak to the man?

But the doors were open now and Venom wasn't going to waste his time this night like he had the last (the fact that the night even ended that way boiled his blood more easily than it should have. How could he complain about anyone else not making progress if he himself couldn't even make it to the second floor without being victim to this place). First he needed to speak with Edward, hopefully keeping the discussion brief, then he'd return upstairs again for any sort of computer terminals or a file room or something. There had to be something he could find

[scalyfishman]

They'd taken him. The slaggers had actually taken him.

Depth Charge wasn't quite sure what he'd expected from them when it came to the Institute's nightly torture sessions- sound, fury and a whole lot of psychotic scrap, probably, the whole cliched shebang. The fact that it had been such a smooth operation both surprised and revolted him. The fact that he hadn't even realised what was going on downright terrified him.

How could he have let them just... walk out the door with his own roommate? Was he crazy? Was he smelting stupid? Primus, he'd watched the enemy invade his turf and take out one of his soldiers, and what was he doing now? Sitting at his desk in the dark and wondering. Wondering just how far he'd managed to fall in such a short space of time

M44

[full_score]

Claude wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but it sounded like the Head Doctor wasn't having the best of days. Normally he would have been happy to hear him actually sound rattled, but these days even just thinking about him made Claude furious about what happened in the basement all over again. But now that nightshift had started there was no time to waste with his quiet fuming.

He couldn't allow himself to think over today's events, either. But maybe that was for the best. It was better to keep himself busy than to dwell too much over his unsettling conversation with Dias.

After getting dressed, Claude grabbed his sword and headed out into the hall. He felt guilty leaving his roommate on his own, but he seemed like someone who knew how to take care of himself at least. Right now Claude had to escort Guy to Luke's room and then figure out the best way to go about meeting with Ashton.

((To here.))

M48.

[purpletaint]

There was silence. There was stillness, the kind that comes from being crouched on a bed with your knees under your chin. The boy's arms were wrapped tight around his legs, eyes wide and empty. His mind had considered blankness, remembered and forgot the movements of the shift called lunch, and passed--instead, shifted. Analyzed the data and filtered it through his consciousness. The likelihoods and probabilities were weighed; the words that had been considered truth were kept.

All in all, Kaworu had done severe harm and help both. Albedo had been able to gain his own mind, though he hadn't truly doubted that. The fact remained of what there was to regain, however....

The solitary fact allowed was this: Rubedo was not to be trusted. Rubedo, or whatever he was calling himself, was another person, or maybe the actual truth was that Rubedo was simply being the person he had been all along. Could Albedo refute that? Didn't his twin's sweet actions at the Conflict point to that line of logic? Had it been all along, that Rubedo was simply

M48.

[purpletaint]

[from here]

There was a step of hesitance at the doorway, then it passed. Albedo slid into the room, pulling Nigredo along. The hand was dropped as soon as feet passed the threshold--Albedo stepped away, something awkward in the motion. Something frantic slid into his movements, an agitated shifting. The boy moved to shut the door, then, stared at it with a frown. There was no way to lock it. And why, would it need to be locked? What, above and below, would threaten his existence that he would feel a need to keep it out?

An ever-present heartbeat, perhaps?

Here, the boy's eyes widened, staring. His hand remained against the door. There was something ticking. He wasn't sure if it was aloud. An empty hollowness had rose to overtake the dull apathy he had previously held. In it, two hearts beat. Out of step, and one behind. There was a sharp gasp, a moment, and then Albedo started laughing uncontrollably. Under the corruption, it could be confused with the sound of mourning.

Re: M48.

[falseblack]

Heaviness laced his steps as Nigredo trod clumsily through artificial floor. He leaned against the corner wall as the other child went to attend to the door, knees bumping against plaster. The sword was placed and propped in an awkward stance-- For once, Nigredo cared nothing for practicality and presentation. He wanted nothing of weapons.

Silence filled. Then, laughter, or a sound that could easily be considered borderline. The younger shifted, casting blank eyes on his elder, and he wondered. What was so funny? Which joke had he missed?

Nigredo remained wordless. A part of him waited for the moment Albedo would pontificate, deliver the punch line he so sorely lacked.

Re: M48.

[purpletaint]

This act continued until, breathless, the boy shuddered, giggling dying down into the sound of sobs. When Albedo turned around, however, there was no telltale glistening in his eyes, only a sharp awareness, as abstractly threatening as the stillness he had held before. There was a moment where Albedo considered his brother. A hand rose to his eyes, the fingers pressed at them then relaxed. He sighed.

"Since you're making yourself at home, you might as well sit." A gesture to the bed he usually occupied. The top layer was ruffled, as if one had sat for a time. The white-haired Variant looked at the sword Nigredo had leaned against the wall, and for a perfect moment, remembered how exquisite it had been as it was drove into his flesh with such hatred. A pause, and then-- Now the breaking could be seen in his eyes, the fear--a flare and then fading. Albedo pulled his gaze away, and seemingly calm, again watched Nigredo.

"So what happened?"