Night 59: F11-20 Hallway

Oct 24, 2011 15:54

Anise had only just finished taking inventory of her collected medicine when she heard the telltale sound of the door unlocking. Since this wasn't the first time night had started without any words from the General, she didn't think much of it. She quickly grabbed her nighttime equipment: her meat tenderizer, flashlight, and Tokunaga. Her ( Read more... )

sonia, utena, renamon, tsubaki, rose lalonde, anise, tear, lana skye, rapunzel

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roseoverture October 27 2011, 02:35:51 UTC
Utena had been just behind Anise, ready to step out the door when the alarms started.

She gasped and froze, both swords at the ready in case something jumped out at them. The shock only lasted a half-second, though; Anise dashed off right away, and Utena figured she had the right idea. Something was up, and she wanted to find out what it was. She made a dash for the door as the computer voice, I.R.I.S., started off on something about a Code Red.

The revolutionary girl wasn't far down the hall, however, when some...thing that complemented her hair all too well spread down the hall before her eyes - across the floor, up the walls, and around all the doors. Utena did stop at that, not sure what to make of it. It looked like some kind of magic from the way it glowed. What was it doing?

She couldn't help but feel a tingle within her as she stared at the stuff. It was like a wisp of breath had entered her body, one that felt familiar in the way a childhood friend's long-awaited return might. In this place, in this situation, however, Utena didn't recognize the feeling beyond that. It was something she knew, and yet didn't know. And whatever it was, it made her feel...safer, somehow.

It took a little bit before she could shake herself out of that frozen moment. Anise was gone by that point, and weird pink walls or not, she had somewhere to be. Utena grit her teeth and took off again, the faintest scent of roses left behind where she had stood.

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