Nightshift 25: Cafeteria
[From Here]Slipping into next room, Cloud allowed the door to click shut at his back as he looked around. Now this was a place he could easily recognize from his early days. This had to be a cafeteria, if the long tables and the arrangement spoke of anything. He had paid many of his days away in Boot Camp at arrangements just like this
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She seemed to enter a commissary. Long tables, strange chairs. It was reminiscent of the soldiers quarters in the capital, in the mess hall. The woman tread quietly, flashlight flicking along shapes and metal and towards the back.
This place was strange, perhaps essentially useless. Celes would move on.
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From under one table, one, two, three pairs of antenna peeped out, waving. It smelled like food, sounded like food. Clicking to each other, the roaches scurried from the underside of the table, to the floor.
Food indeed; they were always hungry.
[Katsu]
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Celes looked around at the floor and shifted into a fighter's position. She had no weapon, save the Figaro torch, and it was heavy enough to brandish, but still...
...They were only nasty, nasty trilobite-like creatures.
"I've only been here five minutes, and already..." she murmured and held still, waiting for the creatures to rush her.
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Start at the feet and work their way up. That was what they always did, and it worked for them.
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That was almost as unfortunate as being killed by... well... by a chocobo. The air temperature began to lower around her, colder and colder. "Ice and cold, hear my call, freeze my enemy." The light around her body glowed icy white, and she went after the second roaches with an angry blast of cold, intent on binding the second and third roaches together at the feet.
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The roach she had knocked on its back squirmed, trying to right itself.
But the one still free to move skittered forward, uncaring for its compatriots, and went to take a chunk out of her ankle with eager mandibles.
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The displaced Shiten'ou stepped through the doorway, letting the large aluminum slabs slam together loudly. He swept the light in an arc in front of him, surveying his new environment. Another person was here, a long-haired blond, female. Kunzite took a step closer, but in the low luminance, he could tell she was not one of his original opponents. Near her feet, though, cockroaches, larger than the ones on his earth, seemed to be her opponents; one was frozen to the ground (perhaps the girl's doing?), another on its back, helpless. A third was sneaking up behind her, its impossibly large jaws opening to partake of her flesh. Her ice magicks can come in handy, he thought to himself, and so with a wave of his hand and an audible grunt he issued forth another blast of energy, sending the salivating monstrosity back into one of the legs of a table nearby.
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Crunch, crunch, crunch.
"You there, sir," she began. "Their tops are too armored, you have to kill them when they're on their backs." Celes turned her attention to the frozen bug.
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Standing slowly, he turned to the girl and her prey, letting out a short snort. "What manner of place is this that uses bugs and ghosts as adversaries?" His flashlight activated, Kunzite shined his light first at the creature, then in the girl's direction. Though he was initially misled by her appearance, there was something in her demeanor that belied her youthful visage, something almost military in the way she deigned order him. Perfect, he thought, a small smirk forming on his lips.
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Her backing and thin, pointed face were serious and cold. "I am going outside, follow if you must, sir." The general did not wish to learn his name, but something about his face didn't sit right with her. The smirk was cocksure. Fool. Celes turned on heel and walked to one of the doors, noting that it's lock was broken. She turned on her Figaro torch.
Lucky.
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