Secrets in Uniform

Like many individuals, Noxving had a hidden duality. Something you wouldn't expect. That's typically how it went anyways at the very least it did for Onni. 

The lock clicked, and a breath was released as uniform was quickly shrugged off with practiced ease. Onni's uniform was a uniform, albeit with some minor details that were not the uniform look and earned the stink eye from higher ranked officials. If they saw what he planned to wear now they would go into cardiac arrest. Outside the siren blared, Noxving's siren alerting curfew and the arrival of the night patrols. But Onni took it in stride, walking into his room and leaving his uniform uncourteously on the floor. Sure, his apartment was a mess but really, he was a doctor whose office was pretty clean, so what would a messy living space do to him that's worse than that? Shorts, a tighter, sleeveless turtleneck, and baggy overshirt tucked in. Tight in the right areas and loose in others, and importantly easy to dance in. Arm covers were grabbed and then a hand moved to make a mess of styled hair. Looking freer, Onni nodded in approval. 

"There you are, ready to dance? Doctor's orders after all." He joked, snorting. Then to the closet and moving a hidden panel to reveal a forgotten dumbwaiter. The old building had many ways to sneak out, and really. Why listen to a silly curfew when he spends all day in service? The addition of getting in trouble also got the gleamstic purring in excitement. So, really listening off the clock was the better option. The ride down to old tunnels was silent as always, and when his feet touched old stone floors of long 'abandoned' bunkers made of winding tunnels a sly grin lit Onni's face. Under Noxving was tunnels intertwining and closing and spiraling with open areas here and there for various activities. However, due to it's layout not many patrols came down here. If you got lost here, you'd probably die here.

So, Onni knew the rules.

1) Don't freak out, the more you do the more confusing the tunnels look. You will get even more lost. If you hear steps above you, freeze. Don't let the patrols find you.

Speaking of, he paused. Listening to the thudding above with flicking ears. It was exciting, being under everything alone with the chance of being caught there... Onni has had a few close calls, but it was always so funny when they walked right over him unkowingly.

2) Bring a charged light if you don't glow, if it dies there is no lighting down here. No one is going to be stupid enough to draw glowing symbols to reveal their business in the off chance the patrols come too close.

His colors lit the dark tunnel, finding discreet markers. Like a doorless room.

3) Learn your path and stick to it. 

Onni's feet were on autopilot. Guiding him down winding corriders in the bunkers. First, he felt the thrumbing of the music, then heard the tune, then he saw the lights. The 'bouncers' that would alert everyone if gaurds came too close gave him a grin. A high five as he walked right on in.

The DJ was jumping, there were others dancing under neon lights with no rules, there were officers who would pretend not to know each other joining the festivity and fellow healers laughing over drinks. Work stress was evaporating, and weariness was replaced by electric energy. The Thumping Wyvern was the biggest club under Noxving, and the longest running. So it had the largest territory in the bunkers. 

Noxving was strict, methodic. But underground it was wild, spontaneous. Onni loved it, it made him into the wildcard he was. And as he danced, the healer felt himself get lost.

This was his home, hidden from the uniform above by the chaos below. 

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