Nightshift 24: Stairway near Patients' Blocks

[tartaros_avatar]

[[From here]]

Recluse peered into the darkness above before starting up the stairs. The fight with that prisoner had relieved a lot of tension. He'd won, and quite decisively. But now wasn't the time to let that blind him.

After all, he had told a pawn of his years ago- "Don't gloat about your victories until you've won the war." Maybe he should

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(for Recluse)

[damned_monsters]

Something was bored and wanted to play.

A soft stirring of air around its new playmate, but nothing visible, not yet.

It giggled in Recluse's ear, childish and gleeful.

[Katsu]

Re: (for Recluse)

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse tensed at the new sound, dropping his makeshift bag and retrieving the flashlight from it, for the weight as a bludgeon if nothing else. He scanned the area, finding nothing. How could something sneak up on him like this? His night vision was near perfect!

Re: (for Recluse)

[damned_monsters]

Again, the air moved around him as the sylph crossed from one shoulder to the other. It giggled into his other ear, enjoying the game.

Re: (for Recluse)

[tartaros_avatar]

Something small, at about head height. And damned annoying, if nothing else. But annoying could easily turn dangerous, back in the Rouge Isles and even more so here. Recluse turned to try to find the thing. When the noise suddenly appeared at his other ear, he instinctively swatted at whatever it was.

[burningdigisoul]

[from here]

"Oh well," Masaru sighed. It was true not having the slightest clue where anything was located was a real pain, but it wasn't like there was anything they could do now. "We just have to stay confident that we'll get there. That's what a man does!" He said triumphantly. He sort of wondered what position he was in to be saying those sorts of things after that monster incident, though. Stupid bastard.

After a short walk down the hallway, he managed to catch sight of a door. Where was the Sun Room on that map again? Hell, he couldn't remember.

"Maybe this is it?" he shrugged, opening the door. "Stairs, huh?"

Had there been anything like that back on that map? Who knew. Larsa could have afforded to draw it more clearly anyway. But it wasn't that it really mattered since he'd lost it.

[radiant_howl]

Confidence? Luke was sure they'd run into Larsa sooner or later, and he wasn't going to give up trying, but the Kimlascan was wondering if it was going to be because of stupid luck or they would find some sign to point them in the right direction.

Well, that sign didn't come.

"Augh, I didn't know there were stairs!" Luke complained. Which floor was the Sun Room even on? How many floors did Landels even have? This was stupid!

"Let's just go up them. The Head Doctor is probably on the top floor anyway," Luke suggested. That always seemed to be the case in Auldrant anyway. "We might have to fight him without Larsa's help, but I doubt he's anything like that monster."

Besides... Luke wasn't sure if it was safe to involve a kid like Larsa. Larsa reminded Luke of Ion, and if he was anything like Ion, it meant the kid was frail and shouldn't be exposed to too much danger anyway.

(Since my other playmate ran away.)

[damned_monsters]

The sylph, now annoyed and bereft of its playmate, turned its attention to the two new people.

And it still had all this pepper spray floating around.

It expelled the burning chemical cloud at the boys.

And then it giggled.

[burningdigisoul]

"Well, that makes sense, but what about Larsa? A man keeps his word!" the younger boy responded. Then again, if they found the Head Doctor they could always come back later. In the end, despite his comment, he ended up leading the way up.

Not too long afterward, he was unfortunate enough to encounter a something-or-other. "What the hell is that? It looks cloudy or-.... AHHH!"

Oh god, his eyes. That burned. He tried to rub at them with his arm, but it only ended up making it worse.

"You're getting it for that, asshole!" Masaru yelled. He couldn't open his eyes through the horrible burning, but he still tried to punch the thing anyway. It couldn't have moved very far, right?

[killing_suzie]

(from here)

Jack took the lead to the staircase they had used the previous night. He heard voices, ahead, which wasn't a big deal, but then his eyes began to water, and his nose burn. He immediately backed up before he could catch more than just a burning whiff. "Pepper spray," he hissed.

And then there was that giggle, echoing down the hall. He really didn't want to go near that.

[traitors_smile]

Gin caught the stinging scent quickly enough and retreated a few steps. Pepper spray? It was named accurately enough. The laughter was a little unnerving, and he couldn't argue with Jack deduction. "There's a second set of stairs," he said quietly. "By th' doctors office. We c'n give that a try 'less you're feelin' daring."

[killing_suzie]

"Sounds good," Jack said. "Lead the way. I haven't been to the doctor's offices yet."

He spared a moment to feel bad for the kids. Pepper spray sucked.

[traitors_smile]

Gin's visit to the 'doctor' this afternoon hadn't been all that exciting. "Nothin' worth repeatin' there," he commented. "'sides, the guy had no personality at all. Was like talkin' to a wall." Not entirely true, but it was still an experience he'd rather forget. He hadn't learned anything new except perhaps the lengths they'd go to here to make their little illusion appear real. Likely some would be sucked into that fantasy, but that wasn't his problem.

Gin did as asked though and took the lead.

[to here]

[0bnoxious]

[from here]

No stupid distractions so far, which was a definite plus.

His eyes peered up the dark stairwell. He heard voices, sounds of battle...but Albel wasn't about to meddle in someone else's affairs. If they were weak enough to be killed by some worthless maggot, then they weren't worth to be saved anyway.

He carefully ascended the stairs.

[0bnoxious]

to here

[empty_death]

((From here.))

Faust could hear signs of a fight and could smell something in the air. Careful to avoid the skirmish, he headed upstairs. If he was correct in his assumptions, he was close. He scribbled something in his notes as he walked.

[empty_death]

((To here.))