Night 59: Activities Shed

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]Even though the temperature in the shed was not much different from the field's, Niikura could honestly say that he had never been more grateful for a roof in his life. He turned on his flashlight as he went in, shivering in the cold air, and briefly resting his sword against a wall so that he could try to rub some feeling back into his

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[hiddenbadass]

Mike had never really had the delightful opportunity to be in soaking wet clothes, and he hoped to never have the chance to do so ever again. Water and rain didn't bother him as much as he did when he was a turtle--you just got used to it, after a while--but this body complained it was cold in a way that was all too foreign. He started shivering, which felt wrong, and wrapped his arm around himself once he was completely in the shed

[requitedfate]

Fun? Maybe if they hadn't been running for their lives from giant, man-eating cockroaches. Well, okay, she could admit it was a little fun in retrospect, but next time she would appreciate a little more warning before he just carried her away

[oneman_onekill]

The chill was starting to settle more thoroughly in his bones, so Niikura had resorted to pacing restlessly across the length of the shed. When Mike mentioned nunchucks, he tried to laugh, but his teeth were chattering too, enough so that it didn't quite sound right. "H-ha-ha-ha, c'mon, nunchucks h-here?" He knew that Mike was joking--or rather, "joking", but playing along worked better in his opinion.

He watched as both of them picked up bats, and sighed a bit internally as Shiina took a practice swing. You'd be okay with this, right, Hazama? The problem was that he was also technically Hazama, and if he was feeling slightly uneasy...damn it. Really, though, he had no choice. It was just him here, him and Mike if he stretched, and the two of them weren't enough to protect Shiina from everything

[hiddenbadass]

"I'd rather be stuck out in the storm than stuck here where we're cornered rats," Mike shook his head. "There's only one way in or out."

He picked up one aluminum bat only to shove it down the back of his uniform and go for another. It was a bit awkward, but with his shirt tucked in, it wasn't going anywhere. The bat would make it harder for him to bend over, which was exactly what he was used to. He grabbed a second one.

"Got any other ideas on where we can get some 'goodies', Niikura?" Mike asked, turning his gaze to the most 'senior' member of the team in terms of time at the Institute. "I'm good with followin' you."