Nightshift 37 - M-A Block Hallway

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[From hereIt became more obvious as he went down the hall that he'd been moved rooms: this wasn't the same room as it was the night before, he realized, shining his flashlight for a second on one of the room number plaques. Before, it'd been in the hundreds. Now he was passing M8, M9. Dean moved quietly, keeping up a good pace but not breaking into

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Nothing so far. That much was good. Hopefully being careful of the mirrors in the bathroom would help prevent anything from happening in there, either. Still, Leon was not looking forward to this experience--carrying enough metal on his own, not to mention prying it free in the first place--was going to be unpleasant.

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Dean was about to move in when he heard the sound of footsteps. The hunter's fingers tightened around the flashlight and then he suddenly whirled around, the flashlight in his good hand angled at the newcomer's face. Dean peered at him and his shoulders sagged just a little. Some kid. Definitely no shapeshifter, his eyes looked pure human despite getting a face-full of light. Didn't mean he wasn't dangerous but at least "shifter" was one thing he could strike off the list. Dean closed the door behind him with his foot, still keeping his flashlight trained on the teenager.

"You takin' a walk for fun or what?" Dean asked. He kept his voice light but his guard up, as well as his distance. Last time he came too close to someone in Landels and he'd almost ended up with a friggen concussion, nevermind the busted arm. He needed to know what the kid was doing here before he could turn his back on him and enter the bathroom.

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Leon scowled as the beam of light hit him full in the face, dazzling him briefly, and he brought up the tip of his makeshift spear in response. He twitched his head just out of the path of the light, blinking to try to clear the spots as quickly as possible. "Watch it!" Obviously that had been on purpose, but when no attack was forthcoming Leon had to wonder if the guy was just an asshole.

And what a stupid question. The guy had to be new, or else just being an ass on purpose. "There's really only one thing these bathrooms are useful for at night, so what do you think I'm doing here?"

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Pissy little bitch, wasn't he? He would've almost thought Tokito and him were related.

Dean would've had a few choice words with him if it wasn't for the fact he just now saw the spear the kid was packing. Weird choice for a weapon but it was a hell of a lot better than he had right now and, most importantly, it had way more range: he was actually in a worse position than the kid was if he wanted to get skewered.

"Same thing I'm doin' here, I bet," Dean said, but he did lower the flashlight grudgingly. He could still move, busted arm or not, but this kid still had the range and maybe dodging the spear wasn't really good enough for him right now. "What's your name, kid? I'm Brian."

If they were both here for the metal, than fine, he could deal with that, it wasn't like he couldn't share. Just so long as he was clear this kid wasn't going to start trying to run him through with that spear; he still had no idea how he could even hide that thing in the cramped patient rooms and not have the nurses find it.

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Leon hmphed and all but literally bit his tongue as he tried to control his temper. He couldn't afford a fight here for such a stupid reason. His vision was clearing enough that he could see that the asshole--though injured--outweighed him by a fair margin. If he had his full powers, or even a sword, that wouldn't be the slightest issue, but armed as poorly as he was... feh.

"Leon Magnus. How much metal do you need?" If this Brian person was aiming for a broadsword or something, Leon might be better off hitting a different bathroom.

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At least Leon wasn't shish-kabobing him any time soon, it looked like, otherwise he would've just been done with it. Dean took that as a good sign.

"Not that much," Dean said. "There's probably enough for both of us," he said, holding up his hands. Or holding up his one good hand, which was close enough to show he wasn't looking for any trouble. He wasn't about to go apologizing for being careful but neither was he about to start picking fights for no reason.

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Leon really didn't feel like wandering around from bathroom to bathroom, trying to find one that was untouched. Especially since the longer he waited, the less likely it was that he'd find any such thing. He'd just have to put up with this guy. "Fine. But be careful of the mirrors."

... Wouldn't it just figure, to have to deal with a zombie-version of some big idiot two nights in a row.

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If it was Bloody Mary he was worried about, it was on the tip of Dean's tongue to say she wouldn't be a problem any more, not after they'd hunted her ass down years ago. But instead he nodded. A spirit like Bloody Mary might be gone but there were others that could be associated with mirrors and it wasn't like he had any tools to go after a spirit. No way to dig up the corpse and torch it, not enough salt to repel it, and he really didn't look forward to breaking any mirrors with his bare hands unless there was no choice at all.

"What's wrong with the mirrors?" Dean asked anyway. He might as well know more about what he was dealing with, even if he didn't yet have the tools to fight anything with. Once he did, he'd probably have to find out the details to hunt this sooner or later.

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Leon really didn't want to talk about what happened last night, but he wanted it happening again even less. "The guy I was with last night, his reflection turned into a zombie and broke out of the mirror to attack us." Zombies were quite possibly Leon's second-least-favourite subject ever, and he'd really like to keep the discussion short--hopefully that would be enough to deter this guy. Unless he was so new he was still doing the "that's impossible" dance.

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Sounded like a load of fun there. Problem was there was a lot of different stories about spirits in mirrors and even with Bloody Mary out of the way, he couldn't really narrow it down with just that. Dean paused with his hand on the door. "And this happened when - you guys looked at the mirror? Did it hurt your pal?"

Best bet would probably be to turn them around or cover them - good luck with that - or break them. He wasn't about to bust his other hand. That left his flashlight. Hopefully they could get in and out quickly enough so that if there was a spirit here, it wouldn't have time to attack or get too far. Did make a guy wonder how Leon could tell it was a zombie, though. The zombie Dean had seen, it'd looked pretty life-like except for the whole deathly-pale and unable to die deal: but zombies didn't haunt, they didn't follow the same patterns a spirit would and they weren't Romero-ed out either (as badass as that would've been). Dean had no idea what Leon's spear was made of, but unless it had some iron in there, it wasn't

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Leon nodded and gestured for Brian to take one side of the door as he went to the other. Hopefully this guy knew how to work in a crisis, though obviously he'd lost a fight recently, judging by that broken arm.

Opening the door quickly, Leon followed its arc, keeping his spear at the ready.

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