Nightshift 42: Bohr Street

[pleading_ngri]

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Windows were dark on Bohr street, but doors worryingly open, and Phoenix's eyes kept darting to each new entrance they passed, dark rectangles like open graves. He tried to think of what was this way, but his mind was a spinning blank, bolting like a rabbit every time a new face turned to stare at them with those hollow, filmy eyes. "

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[mugenreppa]

She felt the change. The ki of a practitioner of Juken was very distinct, but it was still ki, it was still the energy of life. The rinshi held traces of rinki, but they all held a bit of Rio-sama's ki from when he'd revived them all. And his was living ki among the distinct energy of the dead. So when she looked up, she could say she'd almost expected it.

But not really.

She had enough presence of mind to move the chair-on-wheels sharply out of the way of one body of decaying flesh, but needed her hands to punch another, arresting its movement mid-flight. "What is-" She trailed off as she realized the reanimated corpses acted oddly, as if they were mindless. Not like the army of rinshi she'd once commanded at all, who'd at least been given a purpose. They didn't physically resemble the rinshi, either. If it weren't for the ki, she wouldn't have made the resemblance.

The corpse was already getting up, reaching for her ankles. She had, by now, gotten used to the numb feeling in her legs enough to kick. She couldn't be sure, however, of its effectiveness. Without looking to see if her kick even connected, she had grappled with the chair and sped off.

The changing scenery was new, though.

[mugenreppa]

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