NIGHT 47: M-C Block Hallway
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Considering he was most likely in a laguz-torture facility he figured attracting attention to himself would be an act of idiocy. For this reason, he didn't call out to anyone and flipped off his magic torch the moment he exited the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he closed the door as silently as he could (noticing "M100" ( Read more... )
Considering he was most likely in a laguz-torture facility he figured attracting attention to himself would be an act of idiocy. For this reason, he didn't call out to anyone and flipped off his magic torch the moment he exited the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he closed the door as silently as he could (noticing "M100" ( Read more... )
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Outside the halls were actually... pretty empty. Raph growled softly under his breath. That figured. He'd forgone getting the flashlight out, expecting there the be lots of others around the place giving him enough light to get by. But now that there wasn't and his eyes had adjusted, he'd either have to hope that the main hall was just as empty, or risk taking the hit to his nightvision on the way. Great.
Well wasting time around here wasn't going to make things any easier, so he might as well make use of the cover while he had the chance. It wasn't like he had all night to waste after all.
Moving swiftly and sticking close to the walls, Raphael continued.
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For once, Minato found himself one of the first out and moving through the block hallway. His head felt refreshingly clear tonight, now that the remnants of his headache were gone and Orpheus and Thanatos were not repressed. He clicked on his flashlight and turned to the right, keeping one shoulder to the wall since both of his hands full. M110, M100, M90 ... and then the wall.
Shifting the bag on his shoulder just a little, he moved on to the patients' rooms. He didn't want to keep Leon waiting when he was doing a big favor for him.
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Carrying the newly-made, but still somewhat unusable, sword presented some new challenges for Minato. As he walked back out into the hallway, he thought about what his next step should be. Even as he pondered what he should do with the rest of the night, he headed towards his room; he could at least prep his sword in the mean time.
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After poking his head out to make sure there weren't any guards ready to pounce on him, Ranulf slowly pushed the door open and slipped out of the tiled room, torch already clicked off so as not to attract attention. His eyesight seemed about the same as ever, so he didn't need to wait long for them to adjust to the darkness. Glad to be away from the stench of excrement and urine, not to mention his own reflection, he stayed close to the wall and moved as quickly as he could toward the outline of another door he'd seen earlier.
He thought he heard voices and footsteps coming from the direction his cell had been but lucky for him the hallway in which he was currently located was vacant. Upon reaching the door he tested it, and was happy to find the knob turning loosely in his hand. Letting out a small sigh, he opened the door and proceeded to his next area of exploration.
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The halls appeared to be deserted thus far, though Tenzen couldn't determine whether this happened to be a good sign or not. If he was early, it was only natural most other patients would still be in their respective rooms going about their own preparations. But if he was late, it was difficult to see why anyone would spend their time among the patient blocks. Little useful could be found here, after all.
The ninja hurried along the familiar area. For now he would explore the second floor and attempt to locate more weapons. He would need to go through the main hall in order to reach the staircase, and the main hall usually happened to be the most traversed area.
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After glancing around for any signs of movement or threats (even though the monsters usually did not appear near the patient blocks. Key point: usually), he quickly moved through the hallway. This area was becoming so familiar by now he could traverse it blindly at this point, but whether this was a good thing or not happened to be up for debate. How long has it been already since he first arrived? Two weeks? Three weeks? It seemed so much longer since he had last been on Pride Rock, on his rightful place.
Scar shook his head, as it was hardly the time to think of this now.
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