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here]Snow reached the top of the stairs within moments. This was the part where he was supposed to start raising hell and kicking in doors. If he had still been as infuriated as he had been when first leaving his room, he probably would have done that immediately. Right now, there was a slight delay. Maybe it was just an after effect of...
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Sesshoumaru didn't.
The demon was uninterested in cooperating with his captors, any compliance expected of him would likely have to be forced - he certainly had no plans of tamely returning to his cage once the night was done, unless such an action was seen to profit him. At the moment, he could not see how one could. If necessary, he would find a set of stairs again and return downstairs - that was all there was to it. At the moment there were other decisions to be made.
He stood silently, considering, like a statue made of moonlight, and was glad that he once again had a companion. The flashlight that Terra carried was useful, and meant that he would not have to sacrifice his hand to hold his own. His claws were his most effective weapon here, and should he need them...
He had been down the hallway to the left, and behind another door there was nothing but a corridor of locked rooms. But in front of them there was another hallway. Would it hold something different? Perhaps.
"Do you know this place?"
Hi voice was soft, but nonetheless commanding, even in questions. He did not truly turn to look at her as he asked, though he did turn his head slightly in her direction.
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Now, what all had Edgar said? With so few memories in her head, pulling up something that happened only hours before was incredibly easy.
"Something called 'sleep studies' are done on this floor... where they perform experiments on us." She frowned, taking a few more steps away from the staircase. "A chapel... 'store rooms for general goods, a closet for cleaning supplies, and the like' ... a file room."
She gave her companion a curious look. "Do you know this place?"
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"I came to this floor last night. There is a passage full of locked doors down the left hallway, where experiments are performed; I know not whether they are the 'sleep studies' you refer to." He blinked thoughtfully, considering.
"Little of worth is likely to be gained from examining it again." And he moved forwards.
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