Nighshift 29: M101-M110 Hallway

[manhattan_red]

[from here]"Oh, this is inviting." A dark hallway and doors. It was like some sort of odd nightmare, but it felt too real for that. Brooklyn kept to the wall, not yet quite certain of his ability to balance well on these new feet, though he was adjusting well. The one night he'd spent human before was helping with this at least

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[heartofrevenge]

[from here]

Whatever Nakago had been expecting to see outside that doorway, this certainly wasn't it. Perhaps he had been in search of something familiar. But, no, everything was different and incredibly strange. Stark uniformity was what was beyond the door.

If this was some new game Seiryuu had roped him into, it certainly was a cruel one.

After fumbling with the the torch-thing he held in his hands for a moment, he finally managed to turn it off. Light would give him away and he certainly couldn't have that, especially since he didn't know the rules of this game yet. Of course, it made it a bit more difficult to see where he was going, but if he kept close to the wall, he knew he would be fine. He raised his free hand to place it against the wall, using that as his guide and, as quietly as possible, he made his way down the hall.

[mozenwrath]

[ From here]

Mozenrath left the room and immediately noticed the glowing light. True, it quickly disappeared, but he had noticed the man who carried it and judged his distance to be not so far. How odd that it had appeared to be like a fire that didn't burn. His suspicions told him to be wary, especially since he was looking for a magical item that would have made any saavy magic user as happy as it had made him. Perhaps this man was the reason his gauntlet was no longer with him.

Unfamiliar with the technology of flashlights, the Arbian sorcerer moved towards the larger man in the dark with a confidence brought on more by annoyance than by actual bravery. As he approached, he growled, "You there! Where is my gauntlet?!"

If the man was not responsible, surely he knew who was. His large frame reminded Mozenrath of a guard and his silent step struck him as the sort of thing one on patrol might adopt to keep his prisoners from recognizing his presence. It was a bit strange to notice that he was dressed the same as himself...

[heartofrevenge]

He had been aware of the other man (or was it a boy? He could barely tell in this light) before he had even spoken and frowned, running through a list of options in his head. He supposed he could shoot first and ask questions later, but his seishi power was quite strong and he could kill the man. What could would that do him, then, if he was in search of answers?

And what was this nonsense about a gauntlet, anyway? What would he know about what had happened to his possessions? Nakago certainly hadn't taken anything from anybody, much less a gauntlet; he wasn't a petty thief, after all. Perhaps this man's gauntlet had vanished in the same manner as his armor

[mozenwrath]

The bright light was unexpected. Mozenrath cringed and stumbled backwards, holding his hands in front of him and cursing in his native tongue. What was THIS? It wasn't even a lethal magic by any stretch of the imagination, yet his eyes burned and he was seeing white spots.

"HOW DARE YOU!" He sputtered, deciding upon which arm to continue to shield his eyes with and which one to point threateningly. "I demand that you return my gauntlet to me this instant or I will be forced to hurt you!"

How? The details weren't important. He'd work that out later if the man still refused to acquiesce to his demand.

[heartofrevenge]

A faint smirk graced Nakago's face. He hadn't realized how strong the beam of light emitted by this torch truly was, and already it was proving to be incredibly effective. He would certainly have to keep that in mind for future reference.

Without a word, he sprung forward, using his free hand in an attempt to grab the other man's shoulder and force him against the wall, raising the torch-thing to illuminate the other man's face (but not enough to blind him again).

"I do not think you are in any position to be making demands here."

[mozenwrath]

And in one swift motion, Mozenrath was reminded (painfully) why it was he hated losing his gauntlet so much. Here he was, being held down by another man, and what could he do?

Complain.

"Let me go," he sneered, though his tone had a bit of a desperate tinge to it. "I will let you go upon your way if you tell me where my gauntlet is." He pursed his lips, considering something else. "And to whom do I owe its disappearence?"

[heartofrevenge]

Did the fool still think he had the upper hand? How amusing, he thought upon noting the smallest bit of desperation in the other man's voice. Another time, perhaps, Nakago would have enjoyed forcing the information from the lips of this rather...strange-looking man. He certainly didn't look like he was from any of the four countries Nakago was familiar with, or from the world of their priestesses, either, but perhaps the world of the priestesses was larger than he had thought.

Even so, keeping the other man like this wouldn't do, would it? He would never get any answers out of the man like this.

"I will let you go," Nakago began, blue eyes narrowing slightly, "if you tell me why I have been brought here."

[mozenwrath]

What? "How would I know?" spat the Sorcerer. "YOU'RE the one who kidnapped me!"

Unbelievable. This man appeared to be in the same boat he was (which explained the similiar outfit). So he probably didn't know anything about who was behind this, much less the location of his gauntlet. And where was Xerxes? That eel would never have left his side...

All things to ponder later. He was still being strong armed by the large blonde man. "Unhand me. I know nothing more than you," he said and attempted to pull free.

[heartofrevenge]

"I kidnapped no one." Let's see... there had been slaughtering others in cold blood, making a variety of demands, coming close to killing others, but... no. No kidnapping anywhere on that list

[mozenwrath]

Mozenrath dusted off his shoulders and moved a lock of hair from his face. This not being in his own clothing was going to grate on his nerves quickly. Nakago had let him go, which he was grateful for, but his arm was throbbing, a reminder of what the gauntlet had done in days past.

He needed to get it back.

Standing next to Nakago, he folded his arms and followed the beam of light. "Right. Which way is it to an exit, then?"

[heartofrevenge]

Nakago paused, turning the torch-thing in the other man's direction, an eyebrow quirking upwards at this. Nowhere had he said the other man could come along with him, had he?

Perhaps it would be useful in the long run. He had no idea where anything was, after all, and if this was some clever ruse, it would be an easy way to keep an eye on the other.

"Did I give you the impression I required companionship?" he asked, although it sounded more like a statement as opposed to the question it was meant to be.

[mozenwrath]

Mozenrath rolled his eyes. "I didn't say I was going with you. I asked you where the exit was. I am going to go there and you can go...where ever it is you're going."

Except Mozenrath knew he could not, WOULD not leave without his gauntlet. He had worked too hard and come too far to simply throw that power away. He would find it again (he always found it, even with Aladdin took it from him or buried it in the desert) and he would make the ones who stole it rue they day they ever set foot in his kingdom to abduct him.

[heartofrevenge]

This stranger was certainly a smart one, Nakago would at least give him that. However, he thought too highly of himself.

"And yet, out of the two of us standing here at this very moment, I am the one with the light," he pointed out, temporarily flicking it upwards so it would just briefly hit the other man's eyes before turning it down the hallway once again. "That alone would cause someone to follow me. And besides..."

He turned away from the other man after eventually settling upon continuing his former journey down towards the left.

"How do you expect to get your precious gauntlet back if you can't even find your way there?"

Of course, he didn't particularly care what the other man wanted or where his precious gauntlet was, for that matter. But if the other was so firmly convinced Nakago had taken it from him as Nakago suspected he was, the other man would follow as long as that possibility was still there.

[mozenwrath]

Mozenrath pouted slightly. It was true; the other man did have that light stick which would come in handy. Wandering around in the dark only worked out so well and Mozenrath was in enough throbbing pain on a daily basis to want to add to it. But to follow someone else? The double meaning made him grimace. "Follow you? I have no desire to follow you. True, it is to my advantage to stay with you for the time being, as you have said, but I do not intend to follow anyone ever."

The gauntlet comment stung. Glaring, the Arab waved a hand dramatically. "I will find my gauntlet and I will kill whoever comes between it and me! I have no patience for anyone who would take my gauntlet." He found he could not stress his ownership enough. The gauntlet and its magics were his; he could not bear the thought of someone else claiming it for their own.

[heartofrevenge]

Truth be told, Nakago was incredibly amused. He had thought the double meaning in his words would have gone over the other man's head, but, no, it seemed as though he had actually managed to grasp it. Excellent. For now, he would ignore the continued complaints of not having his gauntlet, whatever that was. Perhaps their continued association with each other would eventually yield this gauntlet or more information other than the fact that it belonged to this stranger, at which point Nakago could decide if the thing was even worth his time.

"If you simply wish to remain close to the light, you are free to do so," Nakago pointed out as he began to walk off, the rest of his statement tossed casually over his shoulder, "but have enough sense to keep up."

[mozenwrath]

Had circumstances been different, Mozenrath might have been equally amused. As it was. the loss of his gauntlet meant a drop in in mirth. He didn't enjoy the way the other man lorded his light over him (though not having one himself, he had no choice but to allow it) and muttered another string of curses under his breath. If he had enough sense to keep up? Who did this man think he was?

"Don't worry about me," Mozenrath snapped. "I am more than capable of keeping pace with the likes of you." Whoever he was.