Night 52: M-A Block Hallway
[From here]"Hmmm..." Goku walked down the hallway with short steps, stubby arms crossed over his chest, as he wandered down the dismally dark corridor that seemed to just continue on forever. This was where he had met Spock last night, but he couldn't really sense anyone else in the hall with him. He took another sniff, but decided to just keep
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Only the smallest amount of light penetrated the darkness, the beams provided by flashlight pinpointing the locations of other patients also roaming these halls. Xemnas disregarded them, finding their existence of little relevance for his destination for tonight. The flow of time was, after all, unpredictable, as unstable as the nonexistence he was part of himself. With the inability to tell when the night would end, the Nobody preferred not to linger needlessly. After all, tonight was but a necessary task in taking a step forward, but one that he didn't wish to linger on any more than necessary.
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The supplies he had collected still clanked noisily as the Superior continued to make his way through the halls, blissfully lacking the ability to become bored of traveling them for the second time tonight. Instead, he quietly slipped into the patient block that would lead to his quarters and began to make his way to the hall containing his room.
Once more, something curious caught his eye; the briefest hint of something unusual upon the wall, yet implied it to be a product of the imagination when one would take a closer look. Something had changed within the shadow provided by the flickering lights for only the briefest of moments, something that would easily be missed or disregarded.
But in this world, was there such a thing as coincidence?
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At this point, Castiel was getting accustomed to the path he had to take through the institute. He hadn't yet been up the stairs, but he knew exactly where they were from his observations while being led around during the day.
Due to that, he wasted no time in turning the corner toward the door that would let him out of the block of rooms. He wasn't used to having to walk everywhere, and so he did what he could to be as brisk as possible, not paying any heed to the one other patient who was nearby.
He was going alone tonight. It would be riskier, but also faster. Not to mention the last two nights when he'd been attacked, the people he'd been with hadn't been of much help. He needed information to present to Dean and Sam tomorrow, to get them to take him seriously. If there was one way to catch their attention, this was how.
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Gren hadn't decided on an exact course of action for the evening. He hadn't been able to get very far in his explorations of the second floor the previous evening, however, so he set out in that direction for the time being. With that rather ominous message over the intercom, he wasn't sure how successful the evening would actually be, but he wasn't about to let any fear of the unknown get to him.
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There were others moving about, as he'd known just from hearing them before. Most seemed to know where they were going, or at least hesitated little in leaving the patient blocks. They knew they were free to roam about and most likely had plans for what to do with their time. If only he could say the same.
At least he had others to meet up with. This was always something.
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There was a brief moment - one spent wheeling around in the dark with his hands out in front of him, feeling like a complete dick - that Gabriel decided that maybe the lock pick thing hadn't been the best idea, seeing as he hadn't even had the foresight (well, he had, but hair-zombie-ghost had gotten in the way) to snag his brother's flashlight, at the very least. Being one of the most powerful creatures in the universe was kind of hampering once all of the magic was gone, when one didn't waste their time thinking about how to deal with darkness. It just wasn't a problem. Like eating regularly ( ... )
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And he thought he'd been stumbling before.
Being human totally sucked. Maybe he liked them - which, of course, seemed to be something he couldn't ever admit without being stabbed in the heart - but being one? Ahah, no. Gabriel wasn't like Anna; becoming one had never crossed his mind. Ripping out his Grace sounded like such a joy and a half, but... no. He didn't hate what he was, and he was way better at hiding fleeing hiding than probably any angel had thought him capable of.
Of course, the only other ones to think of going pagan had been Lucifer's falling angels, and... well. Bad rap and all.
Either way, the least He could have done was made humans be able to see in the dark. Or given them E.T. fingers. Or be born with glow sticks in their hands. Something useful.
At least he knew where the next hallway was. Kind of.
If he fell and impaled himself, he was going to be so pissed.
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