Night 52: M11-M20 Hallway

[its_the_mileage]

The mines tonight. Indy dressed quickly in his usual clothes and picked up his flashlight, machete and whip. He added his journal and a pen to one jacket pocket, so he could map the area as they went. Thinking of the minotaur from the other night, he was half-tempted to bring a ball of string, but of course he didn't have one. The journal would

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[feartehreaper]

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The uneasiness Haseo felt didn't waver as he made his way towards the hallway with Endrance's room. Really, the farther he went, the more it began to show in his demeanor- nervous energy turning to tenseness and affecting his gait and posture. In the back of his mind, he thought he had an idea why he was so off-center, and why he was more focused than usual about finding Endrance than normal. When was the last time he'd talked to the Blade Brandier? The previous night, right? Nothing had seemed wrong then, but...

Before he knew it, he was at the correct door, frown remaining in place as he tried to ignore the eerily-quiet atmosphere and focus on the task at hand. Shifting things from one hand to another, he knocked loudly, then glanced over his shoulder towards where he'd come from with a swallow.

[rocksthecourt]

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He'd barely had time to open his mouth to respond before the intercom came back to life with a distinctive crackling sound. Apparently, even some slight improvement in sound quality was far too much to hope for in this place. And so Klavier was already shooting the speaker a dirty look before Herr Doktor had so much as uttered a word. Normally this would the man's cue to issue his taunts for the evening, either to himself or some other third party he supposed was listening. But not tonight. No, tonight there was no beating around the bush at all. That had been a right out threat, short and sweet as they say

[feartehreaper]

As far as Haseo was concerned, the time that it took for the door to be opened wasn't a good sign. Nor was the startled, seemingly-wary attitude of the man who answered it. Endrance was fastidious - obsessive, really - about his attentions, so it was inevitable that it threw the teenager off when Endrance's blond roommate greeted him instead of the tall Blade Brandier he'd been expecting.

"Where's Endrance?" he asked immediately, obviously already starting to border between desperation and anger. If his sense of keeping track of it was good enough, Haseo did know that tonight wasn't one dedicated to experimentation. But that still left very few explanations... especially if, after that threatening message on the intercom and being subjected to trauma after trauma, one tended to now err on the side of worst case scenarios.

[rocksthecourt]

There was a brief hesitation after the question. Of course the boy could tell something was wrong already. Endrance all but flew at the door when he knew this one was coming over. The fact that it hadn't happened this time spoke volumes, probably enough for him to suspect what he was going to be told. Klavier frowned slightly, but tried to keep his expression neutral. He wasn't exactly used to giving this type of bad news, but the approach was probably the same no matter what the subject. It was best to just be blunt; no point in sugarcoating. Just speak evenly.

"Endrance. He was never brought back for dinner. ...I'm not sure where he is." Frankly, he was prepared to assume the worst himself in this situation, but they had no proof one way or another. Not yet. So he was not going to offer condolences when there was still a chance Endrance's room had just been moved. Nor was he going to feed any false hopes.

[neuepolitik]

It was time to get started. Ludwig had to confront Austria before the other nation got away from him, and he further had to convince Austria that traveling with him would be the best idea. Very well then... he'd have to move quickly. After gathering up his materials, he also thought over what the man on the intercom said. A walking hypocrite... well, it was a valid point when it came to nations. They had little self-will of their own, and yet they acted as though they did. They held to the most stringent standards of their own people, and yet they often showed rebellion in their own little ways

M19

[toobothersome]

Shikamaru picked at his food, hungry but not particularly interested. For the hundredth time, he chastised himself for not doing more to organize people during the day--he had pages upon pages of notes copied, but it was starting to seem like the more time and effort he spent on this 'keeping people safe' thing, the less he actually accomplished. Too much forethought and not enough action meant that once again, he'd have to wander the local halls to intercept any leaf-nin (or sand-nin now, ugh) stubborn enough to run off alone.

The first intercom wasn't worth attention, but when the lights flickered he tensed, unsure. Shikamaru's fingers closed around his flashlight, but for the time being, it remained off. He hated the usual pitch black, but at least it was reliable. This would be another of Landel's game nights, with the rules changing at his whim. Great.

Shikamaru grabbed his usual equipment before heading out, but didn't waste any time.

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[unmocked_lawr]

Sechs had been irascible and decidedly ill-tempered at lunch, but he had proven remarkably cooperative for all of his grumbling and his misdirected anger. Javert had seen the sort before: all bark and very little bite, and quite possibly a hint of what passed for honor deep down inside. He'd growl about how Javert was late and possibly swear a great deal, but he'd be waiting for the former inspector nonetheless, and all of his papers would be in order.

That said, there was still no need to dally about. Javert wasted no time in dressing; his notebook, radio, and roll of gauze disappeared quickly into various pockets, and his saber took its usual place at his side. Then, flashlight in hand, he stepped out into the hallway.

[unmocked_lawr]

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