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Night 47: M51-M60 Hallway

Feb 10, 2010 11:02

[From M59]Dinner hadn't been Italy's cooking, but Prussia finished it anyway; food was food, and if he succeeded in breaking out of here, it might be a while before he had another chance at a meal ( Read more... )

sechs, hanyuu, guybrush, sai, aerith, remy, kaito, aidou, gai, gumshoe, tylor, leonard, zack, prussia

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numberii February 14 2010, 09:03:28 UTC

Welp, this was a promising evening. He hadn't gotten nearly as many responses as he would have liked, but just having one person willing to test their marksmanship against his own was promising. So long as he could shoot worth a hill of beans, at least tonight wouldn't be boring. And who knew? Maybe, if he got someone as a decent shot, and he could hook TK-Whatever into a semi-permanent position, they might just be able to form a strong little team.

...wait, he was actually thinking about being part of a team? This place was screwing with him more than he'd though! Forget a team, that was for Poppet and her little friends. No, he'd just form something a little more informal, maybe have some fun with it before he moved on. S'long as it was fun, that was the important thing, now wasn't it?

For now, Xigbar shouldered his many weapons and started heading out. First things first- he had to get his gun back.

((To here.))

M55 sixth_attack February 15 2010, 07:09:15 UTC

Finally, the night had arrived and his bastard of a roommate was out of his hair. Now to finally get into his gear and face his newest challenge...

Sechs had thought that being back in his battle suit, with all its familiar textures, smells and heaviness of his armor and boots, would refill his drained confidence, but he was disappointed to feel just as hollow as before. The uniform was only half his own, the armor plates were just copies made from inferior material. As Sechs pulled up the zippers, adjusted the belts, attached the various guard plates and fitted on his boots, the approaching shadow greedily fed on his doubts.

"Hah! Isn't that fake armor just perfect for a fake freak!" it chortled from what sounded like behind Sechs' head. With a whip of his hair, Sechs spun on the spot to face the source of the voice, but found nothing. The shadow laughed, "You're not thinking of going out in that are you?! Wannabe fighters in dumb costumes like you are nothing but an insult to real warriors ( ... )

Re: M55 sixth_attack February 15 2010, 07:29:40 UTC

[To here.]

Re: M55 no_ones_son February 18 2010, 07:56:08 UTC

[from here]

Finally he could get away from that idiot Sechs and get onto more interesting things. Machete and flashlight in hand, Jason left Sechs alone in the room to strip down and do a fucking dance if that was what he wanted. He was already distracted by his own plans for the night.

The situation wasn't ideal. He knew the baby bird and his metahuman friend were meeting up tonight and taking on both of them on his own like he was would get his ass kicked. He hadn't gotten in contact with Two-Face - Drake had stormed off to the Sun Room after their chat had Jason hadn't wanted to risk anything he put on the board being seen by the little shit. If he moved fast enough he might catch Dent in the hall since their rooms were so close together.

If he wanted the backup. The meta wasn't that bright and might not stick around and on his own Drake wasn't that big a challenge. Still tossing up his options, Jason moved along the hall.

[to here]

ham_fisted February 20 2010, 10:01:16 UTC

Gumshoe's heart sank a bit when the lights went out--no matter how many times it happened, his reaction was always the same--but tonight he had come prepared. He switched on the flashlight that was already in his hand and got up, ready to move out.

He slowed down as he reached M57, M58, then stopped. It was almost as if he was taking Mr. Edgeworth's trust in him and throwing it back in his face. He looked guiltily at the door. "... 'Sorry about this,'" he practiced quietly, "'But I've got to confirm--'..." He hung his head. He didn't know. Maybe he should lie to her and say he'd done it. Yeah. Ms. von Karma wouldn't find out, because Mr. Edgeworth didn't lie; if he said there was a scar on his shoulder, then there was ( ... )

ham_fisted February 20 2010, 10:55:03 UTC

[skipping two hallways to here]

M59 unmocked_lawr February 22 2010, 19:03:00 UTC

[from here]

"Feeling dead has nothing to do with it," Javert continued as he scanned the room numbers. "More than a few patients claim to have died before they arrived. In any case, it likely wasn't this LeChuck fellow who sent you here."

M59 was only a few steps away and unlocked. He halted just outside the door, pausing for a moment and listening for voices inside.

Re: M59 sheepwood February 22 2010, 21:23:31 UTC

Guybrush reached the door a moment after Javert, having followed the other man at a casual pace for the last hallway. He felt like he'd walked a mile already, and these were just the patients' quarters. "Wait, so this place brings people back from the dead? That's just creepy, and don't you need-- "

He was interrupted by a sudden noise from his pocket. Tucking his flashlight under his chin, he retrieved the noisy boxy thing from his pocket and held it before the light. "Whoops- guess this got turned on somehow," he said, turning the device every which way in an attempt to find an off switch. After a few moments of awkward fiddling and prodding, the voice and music disappeared as the machine seemed to deactivate on its own, leaving the hall in silence again.

"Sorry about that," Guybrush added sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's these pants- we're not getting along so well."

Re: M59 unmocked_lawr February 23 2010, 05:17:49 UTC

Javert reached for his own radio as Threepwood's flared to life, listening intently. So Jill was back tonight, was she? How very kind of her to make an appearance. Perhaps she would be of help tonight. Then again, perhaps not.

"It appears it does indeed bring people back from the dead," he continued, shoving the radio back into his pocket without further comment. It--and Threepwood's inexplicable mention of his pants--didn't warrant any, as far as he was concerned. "For all you know, that sword might have done the trick."

A series of sharp knocks resulted in no response. Empty, then. The door was unlocked; he wasted no time in opening it and stepping inside.

Re: M59 sheepwood February 23 2010, 07:17:31 UTC

Guybrush followed Javert into the room, laughing to himself at the thought of LeChuck actually having the gall to try offing him once and for all. Well, the joke was on him! Not only was he going to have his Voodoo-infested tail kicked by Elaine for murdering her Threepy, but he'd be out of a job for taking out the protagonist of the Monkey Island™ series! And since Guybrush wasn't dead after all, he'd be in for another major butt-kicking upon his return.

His smile wore off as he looked around the room. It looked nearly identical to his own room, save for the lack of Scott Pilgrim. "Cozy. What are we looking for?"

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From M52 flashyaudacity March 3 2010, 00:21:01 UTC

Despite his preparation work before eating dinner, Kaito wasn't entirely sure that showing his face as Kid (so to speak) would be the best idea tonight after all. He needed for Kudou to realize that he had his clothes back (and leave him to make the assumption that meant his things as well), but tonight... Tonight he also needed for the detectives to reconcile. The last thing he needed was for Kudou to run off on a merry chase across the Institute when he was supposed to be helping Hattori finish their case.

He'd just have to make that call later. He couldn't be seen by Kudou as anyone but Kid tonight, but with any luck, he wouldn't be seen by Kudou at all. He would just have to finish his business quickly.

With that in mind, he hurried out of his room and down the hall.

[To here]