Renji stepped out onto the patio. It was nice to be out of the oppressive halls, but he didn't let his guard down. If it was a monster party, there'd likely be some nasty things outside
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Daemon followed him out into the darkness, his movements sleek and predatory as his gaze searched the shadows, looking for any sign of movement. "Well, I was thinking attempting to break them might be a start," he answered, casting a glance sideways at Renji as he moved to peer over the wrought-iron fence. Down below, the Recreational Field and Courtyard seemed still and silent. Everything felt eerie, however, making him feel tense and wary. There were still things watching them, even here.
He glanced back at Renji again. "How much room do you need for.... whatever you needed room for? I don't think we should stay in one place for long out here.
Renji looked around the patio, his lip curling slightly. "Not enough room here," he said. He turned to one of the windows; without any warning, he dropped Zabimaru from his shoulder and slashed at the nearest window.
As he'd mostly expected, the blade bounced off. He let the sword snap back together and looked at Daemon. "Don't think the windows are going to work for us."
"That doesn't bode well for our chances to get into the third floor," Daemon commented. His voice was bland, but his eyes were cool as he surveyed the building in the darkness. "I don't know what this barrier is, but it's strong. Stronger than I thought possible. If this coats the entire building, we're not going to be able to break through it, even with your sword and my Jewels back. In which case, we should come up with a Plan B. It seems stupid to waste our powers on an impossible task when it might be the only chance we get."
"Well, we'll see when we get to the roof," Renji said. He was still of the opinion that it was worth trying with the big guns, but he also wasn't going to be surprised if it didn't work at that point. "I don't know... any big monsters you feel like killing? Any inmates that could do with a little liquifying? This would be the night to do it. If it's been four weeks, I got no fucking clue what's happening around here these gays." He grinned. "Other option is, could just go down to the basement if the third floor's not working out, I guess
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Locke stepped out onto the patio, holding the door for his friend and shrugged.
"Anyway, war's over now, the Empire was brought down and the world's back at peace or, at least, it was headed that way when I ended up in this place. I can only assume my friends that aren't trapped here are doin' what they can to put things right. ...I wonder if they even know I'm gone...might not...after all, I didn't know Edgar was in this place."
Locke also couldn't help but pause and take in the outside air. Even if it wasn't much of a view and they were headed back inside in just a moment, it was strangely refreshing on some level. The thief had always preferred the outdoors and to be locked away from it for even just a few days had been unsettling.
Of course, nothing good could last in this place. His eyes snapped up to the creature just as it started to dive and he briefly wondered if he could kill it before it killed them. He had a feeling it would take something stronger than a low level fire spell, and they didn't have that sort of time.
Coming to a decision, he threw his hands up, willing the magic through his palms and into the air, surrounding the area immediately around them. The barrier wasn't strong enough to keep the bird...thing back forever, but it was enough to deflect it's first attack.
Alright, it was a giant bird monster. There was a weak shield around them and it was coming right for them. On the positive side, they weren't on an airship or a sub. Even ground. Firm footing.
"Get the door open!" Tolten called. He could at least hold the thing off with his pipe if the shield didn't deflect it. Of course, then he'd have to be right close to it and it was obvious the monster had set its sights on him!
Desperation kicked in. They were shielded, as evidenced by the creature battering against the shimmering area and bouncing back. It was...good god, it looked dead. And it was shaking itself and preparing to come back, and those talons were wicked.
It was time to pull out his emergency weapon. Tolten searched for a calm well within him, feeling time seem to slow and swim gently around him. He didn't have his lyre, but that was alright. He didn't really need it. And if he were forced to rely on his most embarrassing of skills, at least it was in front of Locke. He didn't quite mind Locke knowing about
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He'd never been up this way, but the eager beaver, always so helpful patient populace was kind enough to leave maps on the bulletin every so often. Grell had perused them at his leisure and now the death god was glad for it. While zipping around the second floor looking for a way out of the building just sounded like oodles of fun, he had places to go and people (or things, he didn't much care) to kill and every second wasted looking for an exit meant another second someone wasn't dying. Efficiency was the key to a happy workforce, wasn't it? Or...something. Grell had never paid much attention to those seminars.
In a red blur, Grell shot out of the building, coming to a stop upon the railing that fenced off this patio area. Good thing it had been there, to be honest, or the snow would have sent the god skidding off the side.
"Ah~ A winter wonderland of--"
Something dove past him and Grell shrieked, jumping to the side.
"What in the bloody h--"
...A giant...rotten bird? Oh, that was just gross. Why did
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He glanced back at Renji again. "How much room do you need for.... whatever you needed room for? I don't think we should stay in one place for long out here.
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As he'd mostly expected, the blade bounced off. He let the sword snap back together and looked at Daemon. "Don't think the windows are going to work for us."
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Locke stepped out onto the patio, holding the door for his friend and shrugged.
"Anyway, war's over now, the Empire was brought down and the world's back at peace or, at least, it was headed that way when I ended up in this place. I can only assume my friends that aren't trapped here are doin' what they can to put things right.
...I wonder if they even know I'm gone...might not...after all, I didn't know Edgar was in this place."
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Locke also couldn't help but pause and take in the outside air. Even if it wasn't much of a view and they were headed back inside in just a moment, it was strangely refreshing on some level. The thief had always preferred the outdoors and to be locked away from it for even just a few days had been unsettling.
Of course, nothing good could last in this place. His eyes snapped up to the creature just as it started to dive and he briefly wondered if he could kill it before it killed them. He had a feeling it would take something stronger than a low level fire spell, and they didn't have that sort of time.
Coming to a decision, he threw his hands up, willing the magic through his palms and into the air, surrounding the area immediately around them. The barrier wasn't strong enough to keep the bird...thing back forever, but it was enough to deflect it's first attack.
"We...gotta go..can't keep this up forever."
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"Get the door open!" Tolten called. He could at least hold the thing off with his pipe if the shield didn't deflect it. Of course, then he'd have to be right close to it and it was obvious the monster had set its sights on him!
Desperation kicked in. They were shielded, as evidenced by the creature battering against the shimmering area and bouncing back. It was...good god, it looked dead. And it was shaking itself and preparing to come back, and those talons were wicked.
It was time to pull out his emergency weapon. Tolten searched for a calm well within him, feeling time seem to slow and swim gently around him. He didn't have his lyre, but that was alright. He didn't really need it. And if he were forced to rely on his most embarrassing of skills, at least it was in front of Locke. He didn't quite mind Locke knowing about ( ... )
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He'd never been up this way, but the eager beaver, always so helpful patient populace was kind enough to leave maps on the bulletin every so often. Grell had perused them at his leisure and now the death god was glad for it. While zipping around the second floor looking for a way out of the building just sounded like oodles of fun, he had places to go and people (or things, he didn't much care) to kill and every second wasted looking for an exit meant another second someone wasn't dying. Efficiency was the key to a happy workforce, wasn't it? Or...something. Grell had never paid much attention to those seminars.
In a red blur, Grell shot out of the building, coming to a stop upon the railing that fenced off this patio area. Good thing it had been there, to be honest, or the snow would have sent the god skidding off the side.
"Ah~ A winter wonderland of--"
Something dove past him and Grell shrieked, jumping to the side.
"What in the bloody h--"
...A giant...rotten bird? Oh, that was just gross. Why did ( ... )
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