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Who: 1led_them, prophetabove, princessabove, keymemory
When: During the night cycle, THIS thread starting it off.
Where: Cabin H, Schala's quarters.
Rating: PG-THIRTEEN 8l
Summary: Tseng needs a place to go with his new bff, so he follows Prophet to Schala's.
Tseng had left the beach, and saw a faint light inside the main office. He understood that the main office would be open for night cycles, as the information was given to him by previous experience of the other residents. Of Cissnei. He only had his tux, no ammunition and even more, no gun. He'd been careful of the large creatures muscling their way through the dark, listening to them breaking branches, and surfacing from bushes. Yes, Tseng hid. He wasn't a coward, by any means, as he wasn't blatantly stupid either.
But the faint light through the glass windows of the main office had beckoned him. What was that light? And as he made it to the doors he was greatly disappointed when they did not open. He held his curse and narrowed his eyes within the room. He saw the elevator doors sliding nearly shut then opening. Tseng had to move more to see what exactly the door was caught on. And his eyes caught the shoe placed there to prevent the elevator doors from closing. A lone shoe, no leg, no body, just a one shoe!
He was starting to loose his patience when suddenly a hand slapped against the window he was staring through. Tseng jumped back at the noise and movement, reaching for a gun that he did not carry. He sighed and his hands fell to his sides as he took in the child that looked at him through the dark room of the lobby.
Brunette spikes, dark skin, a red jumper and a jacket. The details were swallowed by the shadows of the room. The elevator light being all that there was, cleverly kept as well.
Tseng swallowed and listened to his surroundings, his forefinger raising to his lips, instructing the child to stop saying whatever it was the boy was saying. He could only see the mouth moving, rather rapidly at that. Then his dark eyes moved around him, the finger pointing at the door. Then the boy followed and opened the door, and took one step out, his other foot still in the frame.
"You need to stay inside.." Tseng started to warn him, as his hands rose with caution to the door staying opened, "Until the sun comes up, stay there.." And the boy seemed to catch the importance of the door not being shut as he had left it open.
Until the Buggane had come out of the hidden place it so obviously had waited in. It wasn't until then that Tseng realized some muscle had brains as well, he'd been herded toward the office, he'd even drew out the prey!
Fuck.
The creature simply pushed the door into the boy, hitting the boy's head and sending him flying at exactly his direction. He didn't even think the boy had a chance to cry, gasp or scream. He was out cold before Tseng had caught him. And as soon as he did he held the boy close as he ran from their rather clever threat.
He'd be damned if he was going to be sent back to the hospital--he was on a sort of high of life. The whole days he could count on one hand he'd been out of the hospital. And he would not even consider death a plausible occurrence. Even here.
The boy's arm flailed and swung as he cradled the kid to his chest, keeping sight of which way he was heading, then a familiar trace of body had called for his attention. The Prophet had made his way to a cabin H. Tseng wasn't much longer, as he came to the door and pounded on it with a quick, "Let me in!"
When: During the night cycle, THIS thread starting it off.
Where: Cabin H, Schala's quarters.
Rating: PG-THIRTEEN 8l
Summary: Tseng needs a place to go with his new bff, so he follows Prophet to Schala's.
Tseng had left the beach, and saw a faint light inside the main office. He understood that the main office would be open for night cycles, as the information was given to him by previous experience of the other residents. Of Cissnei. He only had his tux, no ammunition and even more, no gun. He'd been careful of the large creatures muscling their way through the dark, listening to them breaking branches, and surfacing from bushes. Yes, Tseng hid. He wasn't a coward, by any means, as he wasn't blatantly stupid either.
But the faint light through the glass windows of the main office had beckoned him. What was that light? And as he made it to the doors he was greatly disappointed when they did not open. He held his curse and narrowed his eyes within the room. He saw the elevator doors sliding nearly shut then opening. Tseng had to move more to see what exactly the door was caught on. And his eyes caught the shoe placed there to prevent the elevator doors from closing. A lone shoe, no leg, no body, just a one shoe!
He was starting to loose his patience when suddenly a hand slapped against the window he was staring through. Tseng jumped back at the noise and movement, reaching for a gun that he did not carry. He sighed and his hands fell to his sides as he took in the child that looked at him through the dark room of the lobby.
Brunette spikes, dark skin, a red jumper and a jacket. The details were swallowed by the shadows of the room. The elevator light being all that there was, cleverly kept as well.
Tseng swallowed and listened to his surroundings, his forefinger raising to his lips, instructing the child to stop saying whatever it was the boy was saying. He could only see the mouth moving, rather rapidly at that. Then his dark eyes moved around him, the finger pointing at the door. Then the boy followed and opened the door, and took one step out, his other foot still in the frame.
"You need to stay inside.." Tseng started to warn him, as his hands rose with caution to the door staying opened, "Until the sun comes up, stay there.." And the boy seemed to catch the importance of the door not being shut as he had left it open.
Until the Buggane had come out of the hidden place it so obviously had waited in. It wasn't until then that Tseng realized some muscle had brains as well, he'd been herded toward the office, he'd even drew out the prey!
Fuck.
The creature simply pushed the door into the boy, hitting the boy's head and sending him flying at exactly his direction. He didn't even think the boy had a chance to cry, gasp or scream. He was out cold before Tseng had caught him. And as soon as he did he held the boy close as he ran from their rather clever threat.
He'd be damned if he was going to be sent back to the hospital--he was on a sort of high of life. The whole days he could count on one hand he'd been out of the hospital. And he would not even consider death a plausible occurrence. Even here.
The boy's arm flailed and swung as he cradled the kid to his chest, keeping sight of which way he was heading, then a familiar trace of body had called for his attention. The Prophet had made his way to a cabin H. Tseng wasn't much longer, as he came to the door and pounded on it with a quick, "Let me in!"