Nightshift 35: South Hall [Basement]

[braidless]

((From here.))The darkness here was thick and oppressive. Even with the beam from his glowrod, it was difficult to get a clear idea of what, exactly, was ahead. For a moment, he reached out with his senses, but he was met with murky clouds of aggression, cold air, and something else he couldn't identify. There was a draft, but that wasn't why

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[braidless]

Obi-Wan pursed his lips as he watched Callisto and Sanzo. Perhaps, from another perspective, he didn't have any business here. But as far as he was concerned, this was an investigation -- not a competition. There were no grand rewards, only answers -- there was no glory, only danger and uncertainty.

He frowned as Sanzo pricked his finger, but it was too late to say anything. It seemed he was going, whether anyone wanted him to or not.

As Qui-Gon quietly spoke to him, the younger Jedi met his gaze. They were equals now, working together as partners on this mission. His friend had done a remarkable job up until this point, and it was likely for the best that Obi-Wan help shoulder some of the burden. He would not ask him to forge on ahead without him.

Of course, if his former Master had insisted he stay, Obi-Wan would have wanted to respect his wishes. But his logic was tried and true, and out of the two of them, he was better suited for this job -- on this particular night, at least. And there were no guarantees that they would be here again anytime soon.

When Qui-Gon presented the makeshift commlink to him, he raised his eyebrows, but he was not shocked. His friend was resourceful and capable, so of course he would have used the supplies they'd gathered to complete something like this. He gently took it, nodding that he understood. "Thank you. I'll check in regularly, and give you a detailed report of everything we find."

It was then that he felt the older man's hands on his shoulders, and he was stunned to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes that Obi-Wan hadn't seen in a long, long time. It was fleeting, however, and before he could properly put a name to it, his friend's face became neutral once more. He gave him a small, quiet smile, placing a hand on one of Qui-Gon's arms.

"And also with you."

With that said, Obi-Wan didn't linger, as much as it might have been tempting for others to do. He turned away and moved towards the statue. After taking in a small breath, he swiftly pricked his finger on its fangs.

And then everything went black.

[givemeoblivion]

[at this point, the whole group passes out and is moved here]