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here.]In Sync's eyes there was no such thing as falling 'gracefully', especially when it was face first onto the floor after a rather sloppy escape. The teen had fallen several feet from the door, having used a burst of strength to at least pull himself as far away from the last room as possible
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What was this. WHAT WAS THIS.
Unfortunately for Sync, he had more to contend to than just the webbing in his hair. When his head slammed into the door, guess what was the first thing her face hit? And when the graceful little idiot fell forward, just guess who went down with him!
AAAAAAAAAAARGH.
THIS. WAS. EMBARASSING. Dahlia? Dahlia would KILL that. little. PUNK. She was going to get up and KILL. HIM. She didn't care if she had to use her face and the noddle attached to it like a whip, she was going to END. HIM.In the meanwhile? Her nails did good on clawing ( ... )
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...and then Sync ran both of their heads right into the door in the most ungraceful display she had ever seen from the God-General. Anise had to pause a moment to wince, but remembering they were still being pursued, she quickly followed the pair into the Cafeteria. Once they were inside, she whirled around to close the door, only to see their attacker do it for them. A second after the door shut, the girl sighed with relief. At least he wasn't following them.
"Um, are you two..." Anise turned to look at the fallen pair. When she did, and she began to realize just what the problem was, her voice grew shaky as she tried to stifle her laughter. "...a-all right?"
For all the terrible things she'd been through that night, seeing Sync in that state almost made up for it.
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"Do you want to die that badly...?" His voice was low, just loud enough for the redhead to hear. It was obvious that he didn't really care what Dahlia thought of him, though he guessed all women acted like their words actually mean something ( ... )
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"Y-yes! We're okay!" But Sync wouldn't be. If he didn't shut his mouth, they'd be seeing if rage was enough to unlock the Kurain Channeling Technique and just how long she could bring down Mike Tyson. Pathetic brat! The second he had to do more than bash brains in, he failed miserably! How could a woman ever depend on someone who couldn't protect her or help her dodge out of the way?
It was a good thing Sync's head was in the way of her face, because she had a feeling Annie might have been put off by the redhead's scowling.
Her pale arms went to wrap themselves around Sy's shoulders and she put her weight on his back like this was the piggy-back ride from hell. Until this goop dissolved, she couldn't do much of anything but let this moron take the lead for her, so why not make that task easier for the both of them? UGH, this was embarrassing. Fine. Whatever. But if he dropped her again...
"Can we go now...?"
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The sprint had somehow widened the rips along his right chest, forcing the child to collapse a few steps from the threshold in pain. He pulled an arm closer to his torso, eyes blinking to stave off tears. A simple bite shouldn't have to be this painful. Or reeking of iron. His fault for not stopping the bleeding earlier.
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But once they were through and Nigredo collapsed, worry started to set in. Nothing was going right tonight, and he hadn't even seen anything headed their way. What if it was something smaller, something more dangerous, and it had hit the youngest? Then again, he'd smelled blood earlier, when he'd been fighting with Albedo, and now this. That was probably an even more worrisome scenario.
"What happened!?" the redhead cried out as he crouched beside his brother.
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"Nothing," he replied flatly. "I just pulled something." Skin, tendons, maybe some blood vessels. Regardless of the actual damage, it was becoming increasingly disadvantageous to use his dominant arm. He made a mental note not to.
Nigredo was about to prove the extent of this "nothing" by rising to his feet when Albedo spoke. Or more appropriately, ordered. He glanced back at him with a blank eye, before reaching down and pulled up his shirt on one side, to where the zombie had left its mark. The area was wrapped and bandaged as expected, but now a darken spot was slowly spreading over the dull white.
He watched with indifference. "Get me a piece of cloth, and I'll take care of it."
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The Bride's eyes noted the apparent emptiness of the cafeteria as she entered it. The last time she'd been in here on a basement run, that bitch had been positioned here. Hopping up onto a table, Beatrix took in the whole room from her higher vantage point.
It was still empty. Good.
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That had been a good fight, even if it had been mostly a waste of time. At least he'd gotten a good weapon out of it. There was something to be said for not having to use up his ice if he didn't want to go unarmed into a fight, even if it was annoying to have to carry the thing around the whole time.
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Yet it was still strange to feel ill-at-ease because of a message on the building's intercom, strange and fragmented as it was. Aside from his burns, the room seemed to grow frigid, the skin of his neck crawling. Human responses to fear were blossoming in a body that hadn't felt it in nearly a century. Everything but the heartbeat.
The wide breadth of darkness in the cafeteria made it seem easy to imagine further hallucinations... but, as he looked harder, these weren't the same as before. Not walls and pipes, but shadows, all human-shaped, light wisps of hair and trailing gowns and hushed echoes of laughter.
Then, the voices. But not just one set - many.
"Don't worry," a ( ... )
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Hime slowed and stood up from the crouch she'd been running in once they entered the cafeteria. There were a few other people, and no signs of combat. a safe zone? Those thoughts were put aside for the moment when the intercom finished counting, screams and a new voice taking the forefront.
Martin? Hadn't that been Landel's first name? Some kind of enemy of his had taken over I.R.I.S.? It didn't make much sense to the Royal, and neither did the chill that ran up her spine. Nothing sent chills up her spine, yet for some reason she felt on edge.
"Let's keep going," she said, just barely keeping her voice the same aloof tone she'd had all night. There was no point in showing weakness, not when they were still in dangerous territory and Hime had no reason to suspect it was anything more than just a feeling. Hopefully it wasn't a symptom of something worse to come...
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As for the Martin and I.R.I.S. switch, she paid no attention to it. People tended to say a lot of stupid things over the hospital's radio. She'd given up on it having any interesting songs and contests like a normal radio station does.
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