Nightshift 26: First Floor Stairwell Beside Waiting Room 1

[blood_and_pocky]

[from here]Aidou paused for the second time that night, listening half-heartedly to the radio announcement. The volume was painfully low, so that it didn't attract any unwanted attention. None of it interested him, even as the riddles came easily enough. None of it was useful to him. So far nothing the monkey on the radio had offered had caught his

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[blacksustenance]

They sensed something off with the air tonight. It felt heavy, restrictive, and depressing. But Brock was on a mission and they remained as focused as ever. Once they had Kasady's blood on their hands, they'd feel a lot better, and have plenty of time to wonder if there was a gravitational shift or something in this human's mudball of a planet. The symbiote was a ball of collected aggression, preparing themselves for a confrontation against a foe that, while young, foolish, and reckless, was also a lot stronger than they were.

Of course, his Other had memories of killing stronger opponents. But it had been a long time indeed since they had to slaughter another one of their species, much less a young, fresh one.

Testing the air, Brock imagined that he could see the thread of Other - symbiote, enemy - heading toward the stairs. There was really no word for how the symbiote could "see", except that it was like Parker's spider-sense on steroids, speed, and crack, all at the same time, and there was a good reason they usually relied on his mostly-human senses. It gave him a heady feeling of power, of being in charge. The blond followed Kasady's trail toward the stairs.

[blacksustenance]

[Heading after Kasady to here]