Thread:Zf6hellion/@comment-11293505-20160709171225

Got the rough draft done and was too lazy to set up the sandbox, so here:

With the time closing in on past midnight and most of the building, if not entirely, void of any researcher the Institute was eerily quiet.

However, not entirely.

Akira Yoshida stalked down one of the less-traveled corridors as he kept glancing back over his shoulder every now and then to confirm that he was indeed not being followed by anyone who did not have any business in this particular area of the Institute’s many halls and chambers.

He entered one such chamber with nary a sound, quickly slipping inside before heading straight for several screens and other electronics. The screens were all turned on and constantly getting filled with ever-changing numbers and symbols dancing across it so fast that only the fastest of beings would be able to pick up what they meant.

Akira was one such being.

Grabbing a loose piece of paper lying on the table and a pen from a pocket in his shihakusho, Akira dully began writing down the numbers and symbols, stopping momentarily to yawn widely before continuing his tedious task for several more minutes.

Then it all turned red.

A sharp series of beeps and blinks immediately appeared as the screens all as one froze, small boxes with error written appearing on the screens as Akira came to an abrupt halt, not even noticing that he dropped both pen and paper on the ground.

“Well, shit…” he murmured, violet eyes wide in surprise as he scrambled around the chamber to pick up any and all necessary documents that would be needed if his Captain was to sanction this fantastic opportunity!

“Jaromira-Taicho, this is a glorious day!” he grinned before darting out of the chamber, scrolls and papers trapped against his chest as he ran towards his Captain’s home.



-line break-

The midday sun was beating down on her back as she dragged herself further down the worn path of stomped dirt and loose pebbles, the blood still running from her arm slowly beginning to stick in the tufts of hair that had fallen out of her braid. The lingering energy from using the Gateway several hours ago tickled her fingers and made her skin get goosebumps every other moment, but it was all worth it.

She was gone, finally free from that wretched place and no one could make her go back there. Those responsible for her would no doubt soon be scurrying all over this region as soon as the change of yōki was registered in the atmosphere; she needed to be gone from them and as far from this place as possible.

And so she continued her trek on the worn path of dirt through the forest, never once looking back and only concentrating on setting one foot in front of the other.  </ac_metadata>