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Nightshift 41: Entry Room
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Kibitoshin stepped into the room, hope renewed. It looked like some kind of reception area if the two desks on either side of him were anything to go on, both absolutely pristine as though everything had been tidied away only seconds before he'd stepped into the room. On top of that there were enough doors here to keep him busy for hours ( Read more... )
Finally! Was it really that hard to find someone around here in a place this size? Seemed so. Ugh.
Stranger-man looked like he was going to answer her question about the door for her, though, so Dahlia figured she'd be nice enough to give him an obligatory greeting and desperate plea to follow him around. He didn't look any smarter than the others, that was for sure.
"Ex... excuse me," she called out, voice tiny and afraid. "Is that the exit?"
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He could sense them. Two targets, unspecified, but present. Present, and attempting to leave. Leaving was against the rules set. And while his rules had become more firmly programed, he could still feel his radio buttons dancing around, and switches moving constantly from 1 to 0. Again, and again, and again.
Waking from his origin point, he slowly stood, rising from behind one of the desks. His glowing green eyes turned towards the patients, beacons in the dark.
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Just as Kibitoshin was about to turn back he heard the sound of footsteps behind him and, to his surprise, found himself looking at a nervous young woman with red hair. You can let go of the flashlight now, Kibitoshin. Really. She's not a monster.
"The exit...?" He glanced back at the doors. "I'm not sure, but they're locked tight." Wasn't she a little small to be out by herself? His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you okay? You look a little sca-"
A green glow from the shadows caught Kibitoshin mid-sentence. Standing behind one of the desks was a figure, unnervingly quiet in the darkness. Oh, no. He had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling indeed. "... hello? Um... are you lost?"
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She turned her head, looking at what had caught the man's gaze and slowly began making her way to stand behind him like a shield. Chances those floating green lights were actually dangerous? Low. The chances she was going to act like they were? More likely than not.
No, wait. Were those eyes? It was looking like some creepy doll.
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So in answer to Kibitoshin's question, he opened his mouth and let out a long, low warning--a cross between a growl and a wheeze. He continued towards them, one step after the other. They couldn't be near the door. They couldn't leave his area.
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"Hey, easy there! We're not trying to cause trouble. Really!" Carefully he brought his hands up as if in surrender, ready to move into an offensive stance if necessary. Though, come to think of it, he was pretty rusty. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that...
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She shrank back more as it came closer, tugging the back of his shirt and whispering shakily. "I don't think it is listening..."
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He continued towards the two non-aggressor patient-classes, still unarmed, still silent save for a small, threatening wheeze that might have been a word. But when the third entry made a sound louder than a whisper, his head swiveled directly towards the query, eyes flashing dangerously.
Another breathy, grating wheeze escaped what must have been a crushed windpipe or the like. He leaned forward, a row of sharp, small, pointed teeth visible from behind his collar. The eye that wasn't hidden by his hair twitched in its socket--taking in the surroundings and calculating them. 82% of this attention was focused on Apollo.
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The thing gave another rasping sigh and Kibitoshin started, realising that it was looking straight at the newcomer in a way that raised goosebumps on his bare arms. Oh, no it didn't!
"H-hey! Stay back!" Instinctively his hands curled into fists, raising them in what he hoped was a threatening manner- if, indeed, it could be threatened at all. Still, he pressed on. "Leave them alone!" The rest of the sentence curdled unpleasantly in his mouth: and come after me instead! How did he get himself into these messes anyway?!
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Oh, now there was someone else? Some kid, bringing that thing's attention to himself instead of her. Good. That meant if Dahlia could keep pulling at the guy in front of her to the door like some shield, they could just find another exit together. And aww, he was going to try and intimidate the thing--how cute.
She cast a frightened glance to the newcomer while tugging on the back of other man's shirt once more for good measure. "Please, don't anger it. Let's just go!"
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"I-Is that thing for real?!" As scary as it looked, there was no way it wasn't just some kind of illusion or trick, right? Maybe this was like one of those people who dressed up in haunted houses and harassed the kids who acted the most freaked out by them. It definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing here, if that was the case.
Still, whoever -- or whatever -- this was, they didn't seem too happy they were there. And if they were supposed to be some kind of security guard, there was no telling whether they were armed or not.
Keep it together, Justice! he told himself. It's probably not as bad as you think!The other man seemed to be trying to intimidate this strange ( ... )
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With a small, questioning growl, his visible eye spiraled over to Kibitoshin. His gesture was aggressive. Patient aggressors hurt him. They cracked his displays and tried to hurt him. Tried. Would this particular patient attack, or run?
Curious, he let his interest drift to the one displaying clear aggression instead of a desire to escape. Both were equally unacceptable outcomes. The patients... non-patients... non-living... the patients were not allowed to leave his designated territory.
His steps echoed off the walls, even though the sound should have been muffled by the carpeting and furniture--it sounded as though he was walking over stone. Eye trained pointedly on Kibitoshin, he advanced without a word, completely unarmed but clearly unflinching.
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Alright, that thing had gotten close enough for her to properly lose her "hesitation" to leave a poor man behind. Maybe they could watch from outside the room and see if they actually got into a fistfight. With a terrified squeak and a shaky hand, she reached forward to yank on the collar of the boy heading for the door and made a move to run back through the opened doorway with him in tow. Like she really needed to told to ditch someone.
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It didn't look like he'd have much time to figure it out, either. The man was telling them to run, and before Apollo even had a chance to try the door handle, the woman had grabbed his shirt and was trying to drag him off. Although he didn't necessarily try to fight it at first, he cast an anxious look back at the patient who was staying behind. "W-wait, why can't we just escape together!?" he shouted. "This is nuts! I can just leave you!"
What if something happened to him? He'd never be able to forgive himself if he just abandoned the poor guy like this!
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