Night 44: Main Hall, 2-Center
[From here]By now, Tenzen had to switch on his flashlight to see where he was, considering he had never visited this area before. The beam of light, though small, would be more obvious than the ninja would like, but he'd choose that over traversing these halls aimlessly. After all, there were many directions upon the second floor
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What was it with this place and people not knowing about Britannia? Rolo was about to interrogate the injured boy some more, determined to get some sort of reasonable explanation when the boy suddenly fell onto the ground.
Okay...?
The assassin backed off the moment he heard those dull thuds on the floor as the injured boy started to slam his head on the floor. Rolo thought he could hear some mutters mixed in with the thuds, but he wasn't taking any chances, raising the bat in a defensive position.
"..." Rolo didn't say a word, instead watching the injured boy warily as if he was actually expecting him to attack. That was all he'd been conditioned to expect, after all.
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Of course this night couldn't be a simple one. Of course he couldn't find anything of assistance or find any information by the time the wheels dislodged themselves from the track and his entire night derailed. Not only that, but this was the second time Edward had lost himself, blabbering (song? What song?) and causing himself grievous brain injury. Venom was beginning to think the boy might have been a liability.
But liability or no, he had seen the vampire lose control of himself before and it wasn't anything like this. This wasn't predatory behavior - this was insanity. Even still, he was unpredictable and the Guild Head was not willing to risk himself or anyone else because Edward could not get a hold of himself for five minutes.
Cautiously, he neared the fallen teenager and rolled the dropped flashlight away from him with the end the wooden hanger bar, eyes locked onto Edward and watching for any sudden movements.
"You." With one hand on the bar, he raised the other and pointed toward the youngest of the three, his voice cold with authority. "Take the flashlight and keep away from him as much as possible." There was a high probability this would not work and he wasn't holding his breath, but the assassin slowly kneeled to the ground, keeping a wary distance from the vampire as he attempted to speak softly toward him. "Edward, if you can hear me, I am ordering you to stop that immediately. Whatever it is, you can handle it."
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But he didn't. What he had was occupied; his mind had divided, become a roulette wheel that never slowed nor stopped - broken - a wheel of fragmented faces and thoughts and emotions and memories that weren't separated, but blurred into a mass that was too much for one mind to handle - several lifetimes worth of knowledge that was too intimate to be passed on, but had been listened to every second of his life.
He ceased injuring his head - the pain, while wild and more than capable next to his old injuries, had helped something come back to him.
"Why can't they hear it?" The song was all he could hear; Venom's words were the mere static his thoughts normally seemed to be. It was completely encompassing; there was no telling where it was coming from. The Sun Room was the most well-built theatre, amplifying the maddening notes and melody to splitting heights.
Venom's movements, however, were not as confusing as his thoughts. Edward looked up at him when the man kneeled close, recalling the now-hidden lines of his face and his defensive eyes. When the vampire spoke, it wasn't a disjointed mumble. "As memories may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape."
He was heedless of their weapons when he slid across the floor to the railing overlooking the room below - figures were dancing down there, the height made him sick - bringing himself to the feet, but not standing tall. He curled inwards, his hands covering his ears as if it would stop anything, like how well it had worked the night prior, and he began moving along the rail, his empty hand extended out as if it were long enough to drag along the other wall.
"We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant," he added, and that sounded like a good idea. Something Pleasant. Something not in this room.
Another room. He left the railing to land on a door marked with "Pharmacy", a word he wasn't reading. But the door didn't open. It needed something more than knob and screw and lock. Turning back to the other two - their shapes seemed inconsistent, how strange - he ran a finger down the door. "Every wall is a door; prayer is the key to Heaven, but faith unlocks the door."
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And what luck, because the injured boy had found something quite interesting. A pharmacy? Rolo's interest was definitely back, shifting the bat and pinning it to his side with his arm while he used one the flashlights to inspect the door. The lock looked rusted and worn - similar to the lock he was able to open (with some effort) last night.
Rolo was quite aware of how easily medicines could be used for... other purposes and he ignored the older man's warning. The injured boy was babbling nonsense and his movements were odd and disjointed, and Rolo assumed he was just too addled to be a threat. Clearly, his experience with mentally ill people was limited.
"Or we can just break it open. Get out of the way," Rolo waved the injured boy aside, sidestepping him and giving one last look at the lock. And then he raised the flashlight he just took and slammed down on the lock hard, a satisfied smile returning to his face when he heard an audible snap as the metal started to give way.
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Somehow, he was reminded of Slayer and regardless of whether the vampire was putting any thought into what was coming out of his mouth, just the correlation made him feel like he were being talked down to again. He hated that feeling.
Maybe it was because of that that he barely noticed Edward stand and wander to a door, his mind so trapped in the memories of that other nightwalker as it was. Fortunately, the youngest of the three took the initiative (ignoring the Guild Head's orders in the process. First Spock, then Bridget, then Subzero, now this boy... Was he really not as intimidating as his time in the Guild had led him to believe?) to follow the man and break open the lock to... the Pharmacy?
Hm. It was a good idea as any.
The assassin followed the other two, pushing open the door once he reached it and motioning for them to follow.
[ DRUG PARTY, YEAAH]
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