Nightshift 29: Kitchen

[vintage_brit]

[from here]

Mason stepped into the kitchen, hoping to find a convenient stack of waffles lying around. Or at least a better weapon than his empty whiskey bottle. But nothing really leapt out at him.

... Hopefully nothing was going to literally leap out at him. Mason gulped. He really didn't want to run into any monster-type things

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[crimson_handed]

((Coming from here.))

The second the door opened into the kitchen, a fight became apparent. Kimbley paused for half a second as something became clear, fighting a patient, and then his eyes immediately scanned the area for anything that looked like a trap door, or a staircase. Some way down. They were in the kitchen, that much was obvious.

But he didn't see anything. He frowned briefly, shifting away from the door and away from the fight, and glanced toward the three doors on the far side of the room. Maybe one of those was hiding a stairwell.

The telepath would probably know.

[wiz_kid_redfive]

Oh, goodie. More fighting.

That was painfully obvious enough. Dairine itched to get into the fight, but she knew that her size would likely be a disadvantage in a frontal assault. She was currently weaponless, too, except for her flashlight. And to be honest, it made a better torch than a club, durable though it was.

Luckily for her group, the thing that was being fought seemed too focused on its current quarry to notice them. Her eyes darted around the kitchen. She'd never fought with a knife before, but it couldn't be too hard, could it?

Right, first order of business was to get a knife. That is, if she could evade the notice of that creature long enough to do so, anyway.

[bloodysurgeon]

Coming through into the kitchen, (slightly irritated that Schuldig had ignored his question) Akabane was not surprised to see his assumption about the clamor to be correct; there was a fight. A patient was engaged in battle against a large... two-headed beast of some sort. It was quite unlike anything the Jackal had ever seen. And he wanted to fight it, to test his power against it.

Without a weapon, however, any fight of the sort would go badly wrong. But they were in a kitchen, and if he could get his hands on a blade, he would be set. He backed into the shadows, assessing the situation, thinking about where he would most likely find a knife....

And if Akabane couldn't find one, he could always improvise.

[k4t4str0ph4l]

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was getting us here first," Schuldig informed Akabane over his shoulder, eyes fixed on the fight before them. Fortunately, it was much like the fight in the sun room - the participants were too involved in each other to notice anything beyond the immediate threats presenting themselves. "This is the best place to find knives; that there's a fight here is just your bad luck, but you can look around if you like. Kimbley and I are headed for the basement; there's an entrance around here somewhere

[crimson_handed]

Kimbley didn't particularly care if the other two decided to tag along. The girl, at least, would make a good distraction if it came down to it; the other guy seemed focused on knives, and therefore was either as much a psychopath as he was, or just really fixated on sharp objects. (Not that those two things didn't go hand-in-hand.) Regardless, if he liked knives, he probably knew how to fight. Or could at least stab things.

One door was already opened, while the other two were firmly shut. Just because a door was open didn't mean it hadn't been searched. He gave Schuldig one last glance before slipping toward the open door in the center of the back wall, being careful to avoid any vestiges of the fight on the other side of the room.

[wiz_kid_redfive]

The thought of the unknown basement didn't really scare her, although Dairine knew it probably should. Besides, what was there for her up here? A fight she ought not to get involved in anyway? "I'm game," she said. "I just want to grab a weapon first."

She scanned the kitchen quickly, opening and closing a few of the cabinets and drawers while trying to keep away from the fight. Aha, what was this? Not a knife, but it would do.

Dairine drew a large frying pan out of one of the cabinets and held it like she would a baseball bat, a determined expression on her face. Nothing like the delicate subtlety of wizardry, but sometimes blunter means were called for.

"Right, I'm set," she said, turning back to Schuldig and Kimbley.

[bloodysurgeon]

Akabane walked over to some drawers, pulling each out and searching for any blade at all. Spoons, forks, even a spatula, but no knives. He was almost about to follow Dairine's lead and grab a pan, when something attracted his attention near the back of the latest drawer. He opened it all the way, pulling out a pair of cake cutters.

A faint smile crossed his face. While they weren't scalpels or knives, cake cutters were sharp, and would be a suitable alternative for the blades he lacked, for a while at least.

The Jackal turned to face the battle, considering whether to join in or to go with his current group into this mysterious basement. It seemed that the monster was being held by one man, and if Kuroudo Akabane was going to fight anything, he wanted it to be a challenge. This beast looked like it could be finished off by a few well-placed slashes.

After another moment, Akabane turned to follow Kimbley. "I trust this will be interesting, then? Because I will be distinctly disappointed if this excursion fails to provide any

[k4t4str0ph4l]

Fortunately, Schuldig was able to distract himself from the kneejerk reaction of cracking up laughing at his companions' ideas of alternative weaponry (okay, so maybe the kitchen had been picked over and all the good stuff was gone, but damn) because while Dairine would probably do no worse than kick him in the shins, Akabane might very well carve 'thou shalt not mock those with sharp objects' into his face. With cake cutters. And entirely aside from the grievous physical injury, Schuldig would never live that one down. Even Farfarello would mock those scars.

But then his mental ears pricked up as he suddenly caught some thoughts pertinent to their situation, and he grinned. Some days, in spite of everything, it was good to be a telepath. And his companions were going to learn that it was good to be allies with a telepath