Night 55: Main Hallway 2-East

[lovecrafty]

> Gamzee: Ascend stairsMore corridors, these lit by more faint moonlight rather than assorted unintelligent battery-powered devices. (First thing on the agenda -- alchemize some glow-in-the dark accessories. Hands-free illumination and fashion statement all in one. They were probably stuck with the outdated motif, but a little judicious

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[mirthfulness]

Was that better? Of course it was. Gamzee blinked a couple times to let his readjust, looking off down each of the adjacent halls as the reached the top. "Sure as fuck is, sis."

Having the light off made picking out details just that much easier. Not that there was all that much to see. The hallways were very plain and empty. Doors were poorly labeled or not at all, and none of would have made much sense to him anyway. He scratched his head again, completely at a loss. Something familiar would be nice to see right about now. At least he was traveling with someone competent.

She reminded him oddly of Kanaya.

"Can't say I'm seein' anythin' I know. Nope. Motherfuckin' dreary ass shit." The plainness helped with that, though this was really something to be coming out of the mouth of a troll, former or otherwise. "If we could all be findin' us some familiar faces, that'd be a straight up miracle."

[lovecrafty]

Either she had just been successfully trolled, or she had ironically run into the Seer of Dark. Excuse me. The Mother Fucking Seer of Dark. Someone should buy the poor kid a thesaurus. Such language abuse spoke of a great gulf in creativity. Heading towards the light had its advantages, even if she wasn't about to admit that being lost in the dark wasn't quite as comforting as she might have expected.

Then a rush of whispers came slithering out of the darkness, chief among them an exhortation to run, and she was inclined to heed this particular recommendation.

"What about that way?" She started moving towards the door directly across the hall. It was unlocked.

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[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]

"Nothing's impossible as a possibility," she spoke of Morgan's friends, "but it is impossible as a fact as of yet, to leave under our own power. There's been many that I would have thought could have walked out, and taken this place down in their wake." She continued walking forward. "Yet this place still stands." And the only ones that disappeared could not be seen as something good.

To go home, like Orihime had thought? Or to just be done away with. To be tossed aside, as something worthless, or be reset to start again. There had been too many cases to consider for Renamon to accept that innocent theory. She would never deny it, ruin that image of Orihime's memory, but she could not accept that peaceful outcome as what was fact. Not after everything.

[fangirlfatale]

"Well, the day is coming," was Morgan's grim reply. But the more she heard, the more obvious it was that it would take more than being hole-proof to make it out of here for good. This should probably be the part of the story when Guybrush ventured out into the barely-explored depths of the murky swamp (or Melee Island, whichever) to get voodoo-type help from the Voodoo Lady, but if there was a likely-looking swamp around here, Morgan hadn't seen it. They were on their own, and somehow, that thought wasn't as bracing as it usually was.

For now, she was just going to focus on the current job: getting to that file room. Keeping pace with Renamon, she turned the corner.

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