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Night 47: M31-M40 Hallway

Feb 11, 2010 01:25

You weren't so quick to gloat last night, asshole, Mello silently retorted as he listened to the announcement. He was in more of a hurry tonight than last, wanting to meet up with Teresa and get what they could from the doctor's computer, and still have time left over to get outside. He grabbed the pipe from its hiding place and pulled on his boots ( Read more... )

allen, mihai, riku, yue, remy, battler, ritsuka, kratos, mello, impulse

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M38 destroyeroftime February 12 2010, 08:18:15 UTC

Allen was glad he'd been able to get that map from Usopp. Even if he didn't have a set destination in mind, he'd be able to look at the map and get his bearings. It was a start, at the very least.

He didn't have much to take with him besides the flashlight, so it was easy to get ready to go. He picked the light up, put the map in his pocket, and pulled the bandages off his left arm. He felt much better knowing that they'd come off now, even if he didn't know how they managed to stay glued on all day. He tried to focus on what was going on now instead of then, though.

It was hard. He was worried about Usopp. He hadn't been able to do anything at all to keep his roommate from being dragged off by the staff. What were they going to do to him? Usopp was nice, and no one deserved whatever sick things the people here were doing. Allen hated thinking that people could be so cruel to each other, but he had to face that.

Maybe he could find where Usopp had been taken and get him back. He had to at least try.

Re: M38 destroyeroftime February 12 2010, 08:25:22 UTC

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M31 justanimpulse February 13 2010, 01:25:15 UTC

Bart felt...comfortable. Almost happy. The pillow was soft, the bed was warm; he felt like he could stay here forever. After all, it wasn't as though there were anything waiting for...

Eyes popping open, Bart shot out of bed, nearly stumbling to the floor as his feet tangled in the blankets. Had he seriously slept through dinner? Thank god he'd had a big breakfast and lunch, despite everything he had to worry about, or he'd be no good at all to Tim tonight! And the last thing he wanted to deal with was Tim's disappointment right now...

Grabbing his flashlight, Bart tore out the door, forgetting to check for other patients in his haste.

justanimpulse February 13 2010, 01:31:41 UTC

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Inside M35 forgot_it_all February 14 2010, 06:12:18 UTC

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As the broadcast died out and the lights went with it, Ritsuka sighed, rolling his head back. It was time for everything to begin anew then. Only something felt weird and as the nighttime broadcast started, Ritsuka realized that the sound was different. It was...richer? Fuller. It felt like his ears had popped and he could hear better; and his head felt heavier, his hair displacing differently. It took a moment, but then there was an uncomfortable pain in the base of his spine and even as he listened to the announcement overhead, Ritsuka grunted in discomfort, turning himself to the side in his chair.

And he felt something move on the top of his head - a flick of--

Holy crap. His hands shot up to his head, running through his hair and bumping almost painfully hard against his ears. His real ears. The second set that he'd been missing since appearing in this Institute. They flattened against his head and Ritsuka jumped out of his seat, banging his knee rather hard against the desk, letting out a ( ... )

Re: Inside M35 stringless_doll February 14 2010, 06:40:59 UTC

Nataku ate another forkful of food without really tasting it. He couldn't be hungry tonight no matter how he felt. The basement was a difficult area and Ritsuka was another kind of difficult all his own.

He opened his mouth to argue some more once the intercom died down, but whatever he was about to say died in his throat. For a moment, he thought the boy's hair was just doing something really weird but-- "Hey, be careful!" Nataku was on his feet in seconds. Though he didn't touch Ritsuka, he was only a couple of feet away, ready to grab him if he fainted or anything like that. "Is that supposed to happen? Are you ok?"

Re: Inside M35 forgot_it_all February 14 2010, 06:54:33 UTC

Was this supposed to happen? Ritsuka had no idea, but whatever it was, he was hearing better. His senses had been dulled ever since losing his ears and now they were back to normal. He could hear things he'd thought he'd lost forever, just small things, like listening in different directions, but it was a relief and a bit freakish.

"I-I don't know. It's--" Augh, his knee. With the initial shock over, the pain was kicking in full gear and Ritsuka sat down, rubbing his kneecap, grimacing slightly. Both his knee and his tail hurt, which wasn't exactly making things easy on him. And without a tail hole in the sweats, he couldn't...well, he couldn't let the tail out. With one hand on his knee, he reached up with his other and felt his ears, feeling the sensation not only with his fingers, but in the ears themselves. "It's...how I'm supposed to look. This is... weird."

woooow I am a failure. stringless_doll February 16 2010, 03:39:11 UTC

He felt a little bad about the knee, but his knowledge of first aid was limited to 'if it's bleeding, make it stop asap and stay off the nice carpet.' A bruise and some big ears weren't really going to hurt anyone, right? The ears were just...weird. Feline? What was a human doing with something like that? He didn't really sense anything weird about Ritsuka, and looking him over again...

"Oh." Nataku managed to answer, more than a little curious. He'd recovered from the surprise pretty quickly. "Uh, don't take this the wrong way or anything but... What's that in your pants?"

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stringless_doll February 14 2010, 06:23:32 UTC

Nataku waved goodbye to his roommate before he left and promptly turned his thoughts to Homura's mission for the night. His mission. He had chosen this, so he might as well call it his own.

He trusted Homura and Homura trusted him. The familiarity of following his orders was comforting, a small step on a long path. It didn't mean much at all, however, if he expected the other war prince to do all of his thinking for him and hand him a role...gift wrapped. He didn't know what he'd done lately to deserve more gifts.

He would be talking to Kenren on the way at least. Nataku didn't think he would mind.

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opposingheaven February 20 2010, 03:21:23 UTC

Oh man, he hadn't meant to fall asleep. Not for that long at least. Kenren swore softly as he woke up and stretched, grabbing his weapons and flashlight and changing into his uniform. He was so glad for the presence of his boots and jacket now, what with heading down to the basement and all. He didn't have any doubts that the place was going to be a pit of danger and any advantage that he could get was something to be glad for.

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M39 screwthegods March 3 2010, 11:08:22 UTC

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Unsurprisingly, Kenren had left for their mission by the time Homura made it to his room. All the better, considering that the demi-god knew he was running late for his own appointment. With a new member in his group, the appearance was hardly complimentary, to say the least. Still, he trusted Okita to make decisions in his absence, so Homura wasn't too worried on that front.

Not knowing which side of the room belonged to his friend, Homura opted to leave a note along with the bag. Borrowing a piece of notebook paper, Homura simply wrote Kenren's name along with his own. The details of what he thought the substance to be had to be kept in confidence. So he left the bag of fluid along with the label on one of the beds, hopefully the correct one.