Night 59: Soccer/Recreational Field

[cigarettes_plz]

[from here]It was admittedly a little better outside. The air lacked the smell of too many things not-so-freshly killed and it felt less claustrophobic than the hallways by far. Unfortunately, even the sky seemed to be glowing faintly pink, which meant Code Fabulous was still in effect. It was casting a lot of freaky shadows

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[hiddenbadass]

[From here.]

Mike turned the knob and slammed open the door, holding it open for Niikura who had his arms rather full at the moment. It was interesting to note that the kid had the upper body strength to carry a girl like that. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline. Nah, probably not.

"Hurry up and I'll close the door behind you!" Mike called back, preparing to slam it back closed after Niikura made his way out.

[requitedfate]

Shiina's eyes had frozen on the mass of cockroaches heading their way. Shou's yell made her jump, and then suddenly his arms were around her and she squealed in the most undignified manner. Her arms moved around his shoulders naturally. There was a moment of deja vu, then they were moving quickly down the hall and out the door Mike kindly opened for them

[oneman_onekill]

"Phew!" Niikura sagged back against the door as soon as Mike had shut it, trying to catch his breath. He squinted against the rain as the wind drove it into his eyes - There was going to be hell to pay tomorrow, wasn't there? - and managed a weak laugh as Shiina began protesting

[requitedfate]

[returning from here]

The wind and the rain was just as harsh as ever as they stepped out, though it was the cold that was the worst of being outside. The chill made their steps across the field quick, though the mud caked to Shiina's boots was starting to make her steps feel leaden.

A flash of lightning seemed to illuminate the area for several seconds before darkening again. But that was all that it took for the shape of what looked to be a giant, and we're talking huge, bird winging its way after them, though it was still high in the sky. Shiina stopped to stare in the direction she had seen it. Suddenly the chill from the weather wasn't anything compared to the ice in her chest.

"Shou, did you see that?" She was breathless already from the cold air ripping at her lungs. It took only a second more for her to realize that along with the roar of the whipping wind she could hear the slightest buffeting of air. Like the flapping of those large, feathered wings.

[quarter_english]

[From here.]

Now that he was moving across the field, L could see his breath, trailing off in pale, colorless spirals. The grass was as slippery as he had anticipated; the air wasn't yet cold enough for the ground to have hardened. The terrain will be like this outside of the Institute too, he realized; the fields to the north and the east would be more treacherous than he liked. They still seemed like a better bet than the halls of the building itself, though. The dead creatures that had littered their path had died in several different ways, which suggested several different opponents

[herr_inspektor]

The cold damp of the outside air made Lunge's lungs ache on the first breath, both sharp at cloying at once and hinting at the rainfall of that afternoon, the remains of which made the field gleam wetly in the pink light of the walls. Not simply the Institute's walls, either; the walls of the field were also aglow.

It was, at least, a rather literal breath of fresh air from the red haze of the hallway; if L had seen fit to leave the details of what had happened in there as well, he wouldn't chase them up. He trusted the man enough to accept that there was nothing notable or useful about the event that needed to be shared. The device, meanwhile, was far more valuable to him. He'd become aware of it rather than seen it? That was what the bulletin notes had suggested, but he'd struggled to understand just how that could be the case until now

[quarter_english]

"Past a vague impression of its size and strength... no, I couldn't give a description." L could hear his own skepticism and annoyance, but it was better to let it show; it might help Lunge understand how much he hated the lack of evidence supporting the knowledge. Past that, he hated that someone had somehow managed to alter his consciousness again, and he hated how much, in the past year, he had had an intellectual understanding of something that he hadn't been able to prove. At least there had been numerous signs pointing to Yagami's guilt. Nothing except the eureka moment, which had come in tandem with the kind of hallucinations that ought to qualify anyone for psychiatric hospitalization, supported what he "knew" about the device

[arakhnes]

Of course, she scrambled after him and didn't pause even for a second when a blast of cold hair hit her as she slipped out of the door. Fingers barely touching the frame, she flipped onto the wall above it, making a perch with feet pressed square against the cold wall beside Peter, body trembling from the weather. Her breath frosted as she exhaled but there was no reason to complain about it. She was a New Yorker, right? That was what they were used to

[arakhnes]

Well, that was awkward

[cigarettes_plz]

[from here]

The cool, clean air was as welcome a relief as it had been before. If people were getting their powers back he should duck in and check on Heine... the only problem being, he had no idea where Heine would be. They hadn't made plans for the night, and if he'd met Lily and moved on or something there'd be no hope of finding him.

If they were all still here in the morning, he was gonna have to come up with something. At the moment, he nodded upwards.

"Check it out. Disco sky."

[tender_cruelty]

Ah, that was better! The stench inside was nearly unbearable so getting some fresh air was a relief, even with the threat of being attacked by whatever was out there. Even here though, they were hardly free from trouble. He followed Badou's gaze upwards, where he could see wheezling bird-like figures high above. Not good.

"Want to head for the wall?" he asked, wanting to try out his newly-recovered strength and speed.

[cigarettes_plz]

The birds had never bothered him before, so Badou mostly hoped that Alvin's friends hadn't been too close with him. Or worse yet, that they all shared Alvin's taste. He nodded at Alle.

"Yeah, let's give it a shot. We'll get as far as we can tonight and maybe..." Hope they didn't wake up here again in the morning.

[tender_cruelty]

"Yes," Allelujah replied, a small flicker of hope in his voice, because maybe this time, "maybe," they could go home. Or somewhere else. By this point he wasn't exactly being picky about where they went as long as it wasn't here and it wasn't worse.

He headed out across the field dauntlessly as a jog that he hoped Badou would be able to keep up with. He couldn't quite guage it anymore with his abilities returned to him full force.

[scintillatingly]

[From here.]

The second that the door opened, Sora was treated to the sound of rain pouring down and the crackle of thunder overhead. It was unexpected since he hadn't heard any of that from the inside, but the walls seemed to be pretty thick here.

That was going to slow them down a little, but it might also make it easier for them to avoid any more of those monsters. It might make it easier for them to get ambushed, but the monsters themselves might also have a hard time spotting them. It was a toss-up, but Sora was willing to see how it played out. It wasn't like he was going to turn back just because it was wet out.

There were a few other patients out and about, but none of them were that familiar to Sora. That was probably for the best, since the last thing they needed right now was more distractions. Sora turned toward Riku and nodded to him. "Let's run!" And with that he took off, grateful for his heavy-duty shoes that allowed him good traction on the wet grass.

[antiheroed]

It wasn't hard for him to do just as Sora demanded. Even the rain didn't bother him. Some part of the desperation to get out of here and the cloak of the night reminded him of other nights in the rain: the one when a storm threatened the Islands and he was swept away into the Darkness and another, when he attacked Roxas. The latter was fresher in his memory, with the same weight of getting out and going somewhere else. But there was no target except an exit, no understanding except that they had to run.

But it was also under conditions he didn't exactly like: this time, the absence of Kairi.

Still, he didn't hesitate. Riku was always much faster than Sora, and he knew how to handle ground like this like it was nothing. "Try and beat me," he chided his friend as he passed him and headed straight for the wall to jump up and over with ease.

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