Night 57: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]As they made a left into the next hallway, Niikura thought back to the map of the Institute that he'd committed to memory. The hall they were looking for, the one that would hopefully take them to where Mike was being held- it was somewhere on his left. The problem was that this hall was huge, and he didn't even know how many doors he'd

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[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru caught the fumbled syllable, and looked at the human oddly for a moment. He was distracted a little by the unfamiliar name, and asked repeated the word, voice idle and curious - "Flashlight?" So that was the name. An odd, unfamiliar word, but the night seemed full of them. He held it for a moment, on his tongue and in his mind, tasting it, examining it.

"Hn."

Sesshoumaru examined the lock, eyes narrowing a little as he stared, and poison flared to his fingertips. Then he stepped forward and took the knob. His poison sizzled softly, its sweet scent drifting up as it curled about the metal, though without great effect on the knob itself. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed in annoyance - normally, he would be able to melt it, this door, and wall around it with little more than an inclination to do so. The spell again. His actions sharp, he took the knob more tightly and turned it hard. There was a moment of silent struggle, marked only by the deepening of his annoyed glare - his strength, pathetic - before there was a sharp snap of breaking metal. Sesshoumaru bared his teeth softly.

[oneman_onekill]

Oh, that was right: Sesshoumaru had no idea what a flashlight was; he probably had never even heard the word until right now.

Wow, I just taught him a word. With that truth came a rush of elation that for a moment had Niikura break out into an enormous grin. Who could claim that, huh? This place could be pretty cool sometimes when he wasn't dealing with things trying to gnaw through his ankles or brainwashing.

The sickly sweet scent of the poison followed by the loud snap of the door knob giving way startled him back into reality. "Oh hey, nice job there--whoa." He caught sight of the bared teeth and reflexively recoiled, eyes growing wide. "Everything- uh, everything...cool? Ya didn't cut your hand or somethin', did--" He checked with the flashlight. No blood, so that was good..."Uh...you know what? Never mind."

Niikura sprang back up and gave the door a well-deserved kick inward just because he could- and also because he still wanted to look cool in some way. No, he didn't have poison dripping from his palms (That would be awesome.) or anything remotely similar, but at least he could kick a door down with style and seem faintly useful.

"Alright! Almost there!" He bounded through the open door.

[oneman_onekill]

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