Nightshift 38: Stairwell by Lobby 1

[beloved_less]

[From here.]Soubi trained his lights along the stairs and began to climb them. His nerves were settling a little now, though that wasn't saying a whole lot. He was still worried about seeing Ritsuka and still unsure about the MU Hall. He barely wanted to face it at all, let alone in the company of the one person he had to prove himself to

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[hotbitterproof]

[ From here]

"And I am Godot." He waited until the boy came through the door as well, then knelt down so he would be on the same eye level as Ken. Godot was fairly good when he spoke to children, and it wouldn't do to have Ken feeling awkward around the adults. "I'd offer you a cup of coffee, but this place has stripped me of both my thermos and my mug. But I'm still happy to meet you all the same."

Godot would have also offered to shake Ken's hand, but both of the younger's were full. Instead, he motioned to the boy's flashlight. "Would it be easier if I carried that for you, since we're traveling together? I'll be sure to give it back." Unlike certain others who liked to call themselves lawyers in the stairwell. Since what made sense here seemed to be nonsense, and Edgeworth likely hadn't become a fencing master no matter how much time they claimed had passed, it was easily reasoned that Ken was their best defense against anything that might actually show up. Better that the boy be able to move freely, then; Godot wasn't

[rectifies]

"Just a few miscellaneous items. I'm getting them for someone." Hopefully, that could be the end of that discussion

[high_prosecutor]

Edgeworth nodded. That answer seemed a little too pat, a little too easy - he had to remind himself that this wasn't a courtroom. There was no need to question this further; surely if it was that important, someone who knew him better would handle the questioning

[pleading_ngri]

"Sounds fair to me- woah! Watch it!" Phoenix pulled back as a man barreled past them, barely avoiding getting body-checked.

What's his prob- CHRIST.

He flattened himself harder against the door as a second figure rushed by, something that gave the impression of glowing yellow eyes and claws before it was scrambling up the stairs after the first man. It whipped around the first corner and out of sight, but not before Phoenix trained his flashlight to follow and saw that it was wriggling, back a nest of shining pseudopods like the feelers of some deep-sea creature. Then they were gone, the clatter of feet on concrete rebounding from the close high walls, and Phoenix released a slow, shuddering breath. He took up his position in front of Edgeworth, and after a few more seconds realized that there were wide-spaced drips of blood running in dark beads up the stairs.

". . . yeah." He swallowed, taking the stairs a steady, careful step at a time. "Let's go."

[hotbitterproof]

Godot had already been to his feet, rising after taking the flashlight and smiling to Ken. That was fortunate, since it let him step to the side quickly to avoid the things rushing past them. But it was only on a physical level, and even the normally collected prosecutor stared in fascinated horror at the second thing that moved by them. He'd called the description a cheap sci-fi movie, but this prison obviously paid for their special effects. What had moved past him seemed so real, that for a moment Godot caught himself almost wishing he was still blind