Soma finished her dinner quickly and went to her closet, taking a mental inventory of what she had left as she pulled on her shoes. The spear was in relatively good condition, but the handgun...
Three rounds left. That was worrying. She'd have to be careful tonight. And as much as she hated to admit it, her injuries were still slowing her down, and the second floor was just as likely to be guarded as the first.
She hesitated only slightly as she stepped out the door. There hadn't been anything on the bulletin board this afternoon from the rest of LDGC. There wasn't any harm in checking on them first, just to see if they were all right. And maybe they might want to explore the second floor, too.
There were worse ways than to spend most of the day in a beauty salon, but still injured or not Hokuto found herself extremely restless when night fell. Having barely taken a step all day, she was definitely well-rested, and she wanted to do something.
If I'm this ready to get moving, Falis is probably making plans. And she wasn't about to let her girl go charging off into danger alone in her condition.
Walking had gotten easier since the last of the drugs had worn off, and the pain would go away as soon as her adrenaline started pumping. Hokuto stood up and went to her closet.
Dinner was quiet, and Sakura was honestly just fine with that. It gave her time to prepare, to change into her old clothing from home and to pack away each scalpel, razor, and medical supply into her pouches before tucking away the small hand-axe in her belt and pulling on her leather gloves. Last, she grabbed her flashlight, tucking that away at her side too. Darkness was the best cover for a ninja anyway.
It was without a concrete plan, something that tended to bother Teresa, that she headed out for the night. She hadn't had an opportunity to speak with Homura all day, so her only course of action was to go to where they had met the previous night and at least hope to find someone from the History Club there. Otherwise she might go looking for Hime. Pretty shallow plans either way.
An eternity of this, playing patient and wandering around a haunted mountain top with rain soaking her to the bone, was unacceptable to the sesshouseki. And to Yomi, who shared its desire. This game had gotten so tedious. If the only thing holding her to life was Landel, if there was a more hellish purgatory out there for her in the afterlife, then she was ready to cut the tie and be gone already.
Collecting Shishiou by force had always been a part of her motivation, but another part was the growing distaste for the power Landel held over everything that lay in his domain. Among all the other threads of hatred that bound her together, she didn’t know where this particular brand of loathing had started, whether in her, or in it, or in the both of them. Yomi only knew that she and the sesshouseki both wanted freedom in their own ways, and that was enough for her. In the end, their competing desires always came together as one. (Or that would be the case eventually, forced to heel for the good doctor or not.) She wanted to do something
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Three rounds left. That was worrying. She'd have to be careful tonight. And as much as she hated to admit it, her injuries were still slowing her down, and the second floor was just as likely to be guarded as the first.
She hesitated only slightly as she stepped out the door. There hadn't been anything on the bulletin board this afternoon from the rest of LDGC. There wasn't any harm in checking on them first, just to see if they were all right. And maybe they might want to explore the second floor, too.
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If I'm this ready to get moving, Falis is probably making plans. And she wasn't about to let her girl go charging off into danger alone in her condition.
Walking had gotten easier since the last of the drugs had worn off, and the pain would go away as soon as her adrenaline started pumping. Hokuto stood up and went to her closet.
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Collecting Shishiou by force had always been a part of her motivation, but another part was the growing distaste for the power Landel held over everything that lay in his domain. Among all the other threads of hatred that bound her together, she didn’t know where this particular brand of loathing had started, whether in her, or in it, or in the both of them. Yomi only knew that she and the sesshouseki both wanted freedom in their own ways, and that was enough for her. In the end, their competing desires always came together as one. (Or that would be the case eventually, forced to heel for the good doctor or not.) She wanted to do something ( ... )
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