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Lunge landed on the other side of the wall with a soft but heavy thump that shot up through his legs, even if he did manage to take most of the shock through his knees, and he stumbled and had to put out a hand to steady himself. Immediately he took the flashlight out of his coat pocket and flipped it back on, sweeping the area twice before letting himself relax.

The terrain was uneven and coarse even under his feet, moreso to the north, and he made a note to be even more vigilant with his footing while they were still in the open. The last thing he wanted was to fall and twist his ankle before they even found the ruins, even less so while he was working with Laurier. A shiver began in the base of his spine but he stopped it before it could get any further; they were exposed out here, yes, but as long as they kept to the Institute walls they would always have something to their back.

Speaking of which... he eyed the wall behind him critically; no vines here. It was, ironically enough, going to be even harder to get back in than it was to get out; if the night didn't end before they reached the Institute there was a good chance they were going to be trapped in the wilderness until dawn broke.

Good. He liked a challenge.

The light from Lunge's torch flashed over the top of the wall. "Can you get over by yourself?" he called, careful to moderate the volume to a level that Laurier alone would be able to hear. Attracting unwanted attention was certainly not at the top of his priorities. Not that he was going to go back over for the man if he were stuck, of course, he wasn't his father...

Still on somewhat slow posting for Dean Winchester because of catching up with school work. Should be a little bit better after Monday.

[Chunk of pages before this have been torn out; only one copy of the previous entry remains.]

I am Zachary Blaine. I am sorry, and I'm afraid too. I don't know why I didn't realize it until now, but I guess I can chalk it up to being a bastard coward bastard. I've never thought about anyone but myself. That's what Mom taught me to do. She told me I was better than everyone, and I believed her. I don't hate her for it. She needs help too, and it's my fault I listened. It's my fault I couldn't think for myself. I hurt her too, in a way. She always wanted the best for me and she never understood I never made her understand what I wanted. And now look at me

But that's what I'm trying to fix. I'm trying to be myself. I'm trying to fix things. I don't know if it will work, but I have to since that's what I owe to everyone. I still feel sorry for myself, which is bad, but maybe I can feel sorry for other people too.

I am Zachary Blaine. I am sorry for everything I've done. The nurses say that writing this down will help me, and I want to help me. I want to do everything in my power so that I never hurt anyone again. I want to change. I want to do good.

Tomorrow, I'll

[Entry ends here.]

[From here.]

Dias had simply assumed things could only get worse - he was generally a pessimist, if only because there was at least a certain grim satisfaction in being right frequently - and he wasn't disappointed. Moving, and moving with urgency, was definitely making his wound bleed more freely; the sheet was completely plastered to his chest with blood by now, and he wasn't entirely certain how much good it was doing anymore.

And, of course, the hall was completely empty, from one length to the other; it was dark enough to make that not entirely discernable visibly, but the complete silence and just the sense of emptiness was enough to tell Dias that not only was no one in the hall, no one was even within hearing distance. And, really, could he have necessarily relied on assistance even if he'd found someone? He wasn't sure what kind of picture he'd make to an outside observer, but he was certain that it probably wasn't one which inspired confidence...and he, himself, had never been one for inspiring goodwill. Besides, he was pouring blood; he might as well be monster bait. There weren't many people in the institute he'd trust to help him in spite of the fact that he might bring an attack down on the heads of his rescuers, and of those he did, he certainly didn't know how to reach them.

Still, with bloody-minded (and bloody-everything-else) determination, Dias moved down to the far end of the hall, keeping one hand on the wall as the dizziness grew worse. He really doubted falling over could make things that much worse, under the circumstances, but he'd still prefer to avoid it.

When he reached the door, he paused, debating what he should do, and what he was actually able to do. He could press on a bit further, he was fairly certain...but he recognized that, if he did, there was no way he'd have strength enough to make it back to Guy. And Guy was even more helpless than he was at the moment - leaving him undefended, even if Dias himself was in no shape to do much defending, felt like...some sort of betrayal. Or at least a failure. If he couldn't find help, then Dias ought to at least be there to help Guy himself as much as, and for as long as, he could. And Guy had asked him to come back, as well...

With the indecision came hesitation, and in that lack of momentum, the lightheadedness took full advantage, his body suddenly cashing in checks he hadn't realized he'd been writing. The transition as he sank heavily to his knees took him entirely by surprise, and some consternation.

[from here.]

Yukari didn't push the door completely open right away; instead, she peered through a small crack, and when there was nothing but silence in the restroom, she then proceeded further in. Before stepping away from the door, she shined her flashlight in every imaginable direction, and thankfully it proved that they were the only occupants in the room so far.

"Looks like it's clear," Yukari announced to Luke behind her, and with a little more ease she ventured in some more. After glancing around one last time, she stopped in place, turning around to face him, and gestured toward the sinks. "There. Have at 'em."

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The room was very bright. That was the Bride's first thought and then she noticed why. Gold. Everything was gold. Everything, that was, except the Sphinx on a pedestal in the center watching them with eyes far more intelligence than any beast should have.

"Do be careful what you say to it," she warned before setting her attention on the Sphinx.

[from here]

Stepping into the hallway, Beatrix noted that this one was almost exactly like the eastern one except for the tapestries. These ones were different and depicted battle scenes that, like in the other hall, didn't quite match with the apparent age of the threadworks. It was yet another mystery she didn't care to solve.

"Would either of you have guessed that?" she asked in relation to the riddle's answer.

So! Tobias is SCing about in the rec field, currently menacing Kratos, Hitsu, and Faize. <3 Since I'm aware not everyone has read Animorphs, and thus won't know what the hell is going on~

LONG STORY SHORT he can turn into other things, and when he's non-human he will < talk in your head like this. > He'll probably mostly sticking with being a red-tailed hawk (see icon), which is his normal body, or an Andalite, or a Hork-Bajir.

If you have any questions about the aliens he'll be/his powers/whateves, feel free to ask~

Also, Lugnut is in need to someone to keep him from killing himself via monster. 8D;; He's, ah, not been having a good day. XD;; He's currently heading towards the main hallway, but can end up wherever for rescuings? <3

[From here]

Sho came to a halt as he topped the stairs, glancing down this hallway and that. He had a triumvirate of options and he hadn't a clue which one was right.

"There's a kitchen in this quadrant," he explained more helpfully. "The one downstairs requires going through the Sun Room and I've so far gathered convincing data suggesting a high probability of meeting attack in there. This one, however, bypasses that prerequisite." And instead was a big unknown, but what kind of man of science, even one who was first and foremost a man of numbers and art, didn't like exploring the unknown? "And in a kitchen we can probably find lighters and matches." He grinned. "And knives."

He'd obtained his share of blunt objects, and sure he had the paper cutter arm in his jacket, but nothing so precisely dividing as a knife. He wouldn't mind adding a few of those to his arsenal.

"Now, the only question is which directional do we go with?" he muttered, considering his options. Right headed over to the other side of the institute, which was definitely not where he'd seen the kitchen marked on the ill-remembered map; it also headed over the Sun Room, which could be just as bad as through it. Turning left meant going back the way they'd come, which reeked of backtracking and inefficiency. That left straight ahead.

"Let's go thataway!" he declared, directing forwards with his shovel. A sense of purpose in his stride, Minamimoto was off.

[From here.]

Edward's self-control lasted only until they were on the third stair in the short walkway.

He turned on her quickly, pressing fingers warmed from her body's heat along the curves of her face, afraid if he let go they may collapse into themselves or disappear. He had been detached from his mother's memory for so long; the sight of her had been certainly jarring and reliving her last moments had been painful... but still, it was bearable. If this man called Landel was indeed controlling the hallucinations that Edward had been plagued with only two nights before, he may have discovered the perfect sort of image to completely destroy the vampire.

Kill the girl, kill his humanity.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, though he could see nothing external on her in the foggy darkness or by the dim glow of the flashlight. "How long have you been here? What on earth are you doing out here in complete darkness?" That last question was unfair, so he quickly added, "Have you seen anything? Didn't anyone tell you about the -"

He stopped. "Monsters" wasn't going to phase her. She loved the word, after all.

"- how dangerous it is right now? Were you running from something?" His mouth turned down. "Someone?"

Some people may have already heard about this, but for those who haven't, I've developed a really nasty cough - actually, the cough may not be so bad on its own, but I also have asthma so they may be working as a tag team. >>; The upshot is that I've been exhausted and miserable the past couple days, and it hasn't gotten any better, so for any past or future slowness in tagging people, I apologize - especially since all my boys have plans this nightshift.

On a semi-related note, Bex, Maia - when Rude and Reno have joined Aerith and Cissnei and properly warned them about Sephiroth, let me know? XD Tess and I agreed (and Zalia would probably agree, as well) that Bad Things will transpire if Sephiroth reaches Cissnei and Aerith first, so I'm sort of holding Sephiroth back in the next hall over.

[from here]

Beatrix lead the4 way down the stairs into the vast ballroom. It was just as the last time she and the assassin's had been there. Stepping lightly, knowing all to well how much sound echoed in the room, the Bride moved so she could see on the other side of the closest group of fountains. It would not do to get attacked again so soon.

Taking a sconce down off the wall, Beatrix started toward the western door. She didn't like being in this room for very long.

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And here they were again. This was becoming routine. HK headed for the tile he knew hid the way down to the basement, lifting it up and gesturing to it with completely faked politeness. "Deferential: Meatbags first!"

..Okay, I know I said "slow posting" but as I was barely home yesterday, was busy all day today, will barely be home tomorrow and I don't know how long I'll be away from home on Saturday I'm just going to make this an actual hiatus until either Saturday Night or Sunday. I'm not sure which right now. Demyx, Hanatarou and Sora, I'll tag in when I can but I'm just not going to enter the thread until I know I'll actually be able to thread so I won't hold things up.

What? Another meme? That's right; it's the...

IC DRUNK SPAM MEME

Have your characters spam to their heart's content. The only catch? They're drunk/tipsy/sedated/high/overly caffeinated. Or sober, if they want to laugh at everyone else.

As usual, keep the hate to IC. OOC asshattery will be eliminated as decreed by the Republic of Kristophary.

Hey guys, gonna be a little slow with tags because of the holiday weekend. I'll still be checking up on the Sun Room, but expect more slowness than usual.

Also, the current situation's putting me in a weird place to reply.

Minato's somewhat engaged Clamp-tachi (Sakura, Fai, Touya, Yue), but nothing's happened yet. Abe and Scar just entered, so I don't know if Minato should notice them. They wouldn't really be able to sneak by unless Minato's actually attacking the other group. Or Minato could jump over and engage Abe and Scar for now?

Should we just sit on it for a day or two until people are around? I don't want to slow anyone down (you know, beyond getting attacked and all).

Except without the Turkey because we don't celebrate that over here bawwwwww ;;

I'll be vacationing in the ~wild outdoors~ this weekend and won't have internet connection over there, so hiatus for Setsuna from the 28th to 30th of November, in case anyone needs him or something! Be back and tagging again around the 1st of December. ♥

[From here.]

Joshua looked over his shoulder to make sure Willy was keeping up and hadn't fallen down the stairs like...like that Ryuk who might or might not have done a few nights ago who he'd never seen again. He was used to having gaps in his memory from drinking or worse, but he wasn't used to having to pick through his past and figure out which parts were real and which parts were crazed fantasy. Walking around in the dark at night was real and going to the kitchen to bake things with Willy was real. Zombies weren't real, but had they really spent the night in Doyleton? He remembered going out at night, he couldn't remember ever coming back.

"So are you out here every night?" he asked. "It doesn't seem like a great place for taking a walk."

Like with everyone else, I've hit the Turkey Day Train (caught it all teh way of to Pennsylvania this time), and RP just wasn't in my head. I even managed to forget if/what/where/when or whatever I was supposed to be doing before this week hit thread wise. So then, calling slow posting + questions.

Chise: (and maybe the TWEWY Two?)... Kuro Aiden is here and will be there until acted upon by another force I'm told he should move. Not sure how threading is going, but at least I've got him ther.

Shika: Did... we setup things for swordget? (I know you were having to talk to threadmates and such, but I still don't know what's going on?) Help? TT^TT

Zoro-mun: Got your reply! Where shall the blind lead the blind? the skeleton meet Jean?