Night 53: Recreational Field

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]Indy banked to the right as soon as they got outside, ready to scale the wall into the courtyard. He didn't see anything suspicious on the field--but then, the threats in here never did make themselves apparent until it was too late to avoid them. You'd've thought a guy with a giant blade would be more obvious

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[herr_inspektor]

[from here]

It felt good to have long sleeves and layers for once as Lunge stepped out into the night air- colder than it had been on their last outing, easily. It would probably have made more sense to wear sneakers rather than his loafers, but he'd never let inappropriate footwear stop him before.

His gaze slid across the field, then up to the roof and over the walls. The arc of stars overhead had been covered with a blanket of cloud, moonlight glimmering through in faint silver slivers. The mist would likely be worse once they were past the Institute's boundaries. It was probably a good thing they'd been that way twice before. Or perhaps once, if L's first encounter with the place as Daniel Laurier didn't quite count.

"I didn't think you'd wear a suit," he commented, closing the door after L with a soft click. There was still no sign of activity now they were outside, but he kept his voice low just in case.

[quarter_english]

Once they were through the door, L paused, letting out a soft puff of air as he scanned the field's expanse. Nothing, or nothing so far. He set out across the grass, keeping relatively close to the wall, the soles of his boots crunching on the frosted grass. For the rest of the night, it was imperative to remain as alert as he could

[herr_inspektor]

He didn't think it would be for L. When you worked independently, what was the point of adhering to the usual dress codes? Particularly when, as their trip into L's own personal ivory tower had proved to him, you had all the authority you needed, ready to express at will without the need for a badge or visual aid. Everything on your own terms, as always. At least L didn't seem to be overtly troubled by the restrictions here; Lunge didn't think he could work with someone who didn't like getting their hands dirty

[quarter_english]

It was a good solution to the problem of encumbrance.

L frowned, glancing back across the field and scanning the lines of the building. Everything seemed to be clear, for the time being, but his sense of foreboding made it hard to trust. That was a paradoxical problem, which their current situation threw into high relief: sometimes quiet meant that there was nothing worth noticing, but at other times, it only meant a lull. They couldn't afford to drop their guard. Howell had given them a warning, the night before, but few of the Institute's other guardians would take the trouble.

When L was satisfied that anything unpleasant in the immediate vicinity would have to move with lightning speed to reach them, and satisfied that no noise was coming from the other side of the wall, he handed the brush axe up to Lunge by the guard on its blade, and began to climb the vines himself.

[To here.]