Night 57: Grand Ballroom

[ninelivesonce]

Taura jogged down the stairs, and looked around. The room seemed far too large to belong down here. More benefits of being at the bottom of a gravity well -- space was cheap, and air was free. The fountains wouldn't be out of place in a fancy hotel lobby, though the rest of the decor was a little macabre

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[affictitious]

There were two things about this newest ride that were, on and off, disheartening.

1. They hadn't landed in a lake. It was much worse than that. At least lakes were relative. You knew where you were with a lake. There were big, geographical markers to give you enough information to make a reasonable assumption about being in the same general area. Ballrooms? Vague. Vague as hell.

2. He was apparently the only one who lacked the grace (harr harr, angel humor) to pull off a gymnastic move in order to avoid landing on his face. You would have normally thought that landing on both feet after being sucked into a portal would've been impressive, but noo. All those years of flying didn't involve round-offs or cartwheels or whatever the kids were doing these days.

Whatever. He could shrug off vertigo rather expertly. What kind of angel would he be if he got motion sickness?

At the very least, he'd learned a few interesting tidbits. Even if it was all getting a little Lord of the Flies for him, it was easier to hang back and notice things.

Of course, Gabriel still couldn't keep his mouth shut. Even death hadn't really changed that little quirk.

"Well," he said, brushing his jacket off in a very customary, Indiana Jones-type fashion, "that was fun."

[ran_on_empty]

The fact that he was often the host that transported whoever accompanied him, Sync knew that that his fate would often reside on the bottom of the body pile. The rush of vertigo came and went, which gave him a few precious seconds to brace himself for the fall. Yet before he could pull in his own show of acrobatics, the God-General was stopped when he felt someone above him crash down on top of him, stumbling forward as soon as he landed before falling over.

Pain immediately crawled up his back, and his glare had the potency to kill if that were even possible. He could almost feel the smirk of satisfaction on Erika's face for her minute accomplishment. She was lucky; if he was injured then she really would be on her own with her bag of garbage.

Sync wasn't above hurting girls, so he made sure to 'accidentally' pull at Erika's hair as she moved away before quickly following suit. The 'damage' wasn't all that serious, which was enough for him to tend to what took priority whenever they arrived here. Pressing the corner of his thumb into his mouth, Sync bit down hard and ignored the sharp pinch of pain as his skin broke away. He squeezed the digit until he got what he wanted, letting the blood drip into the crevice of the broken jewel and watched it reform.

"You've got a strange definition for fun." Offering a slight smirk, he turned his attention to the next important topic.

"I hope you actually bothered to explain what we're going to do," The God-General began, glancing over at Erika. "Or if not, I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving a run down on the way."

[witchdetective]

"Ow." Perhaps it was the fact that Erika knew that Sync knew that her landing on him wasn't accidental this time that kept her from saying anymore, though the annoyed look on her face as she rubbed her head was probably enough for the time being, but at least Sync didn't waste time. After he reformed the jewel, Erika took into account where Boy #1 and Noah were, and clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention once she saw no one was limping or suffered a concussion.

"Alright, everyone, here is the plan! We only need three people to go through the next door, so you get to have a break tonight, Sync. Just relax here and wait for us to come back."

To be honest, it did seem strange to leave Sync behind, but he was the only person who could be trusted to mostly remain in place. It'd be strange of him to waste so much time on this mission if he felt like he could leave at any time, and seeing as how Boy #1 was here very much against his will, he couldn't stay. And Erika had to put Noah through a test to see if he was going to be dead weight on the group or not when they entered the final challenge.

It was also entirely possible that Erika didn't want to see Sync's face for awhile.

"What do you think, everyone? We should get going, I don't want to take all night like last time." Erika started to wave the other two towards the other door this time, determined to get finished tonight. In fact, she didn't even stop to listen to anyone's questions or concerns, but she was sure they could complain to her while walking. They were capable of multi-tasking, right?

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{ ooc: SO UH, here is the plan... I'm gonna move them, Sync will be staying behind since Brenda is on hiatus and stuff, and the posting order will be like Erika -> Nigredo -> Gabe (unless y'all don't like that order, then you can change it LOL). Just wanted to make sure we're all on the same page LOL. And lemme know if I'm being a godmodding douche atm or something. }