Night 46: Sun Room

[arc_wrench]

[from here]

And now it was time for the traditional cautious entry into the Sun Room, the old classic of carefully scanning the area for the enemy that will surprise you anyway, and then the venerable tradition of running in an attempt to not become very lumpy wallpaper.

HK had done this so many times by now, it at least felt like it deserved

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[vsyourface]

[From here]

Scott had never been through the Sun Room at night. He had missed the warnings on the bulletin board about it. He hadn't noticed Remy's growing apprehension as they approached it. And he was still feeling complacent after seeing nothing in the halls. What did all this mean?

Scott kept talking. At normal volume. Did not even think to stop and check around for enemies as he started correcting Remy. "No, not 'bomb bob-omb.' Bob-omb. Sex Bob-omb. And we're the bomb. But not a bomb. That would be bad. The bomb. Sex Bob-omb is the bomb. Get it?"

Good job, Scott.

[tiny_chef]

Remy was not exactly sure why Scott had hit his fist, but since the gesture appeared to be friendly rather than threatening, and the hit itself was gentle, more like a tap, his weak, faintly bewildered smile didn't fade.

So a bomb is bad, but the bomb is good? People didn't talk that way in France, as far as Remy could tell. On top of that, he hadn't heard any names like Scott Pilgrim in Paris, so the chances were that this guy was from far away, like Rika.

They had passed through the Sun Room doors, and as Remy looked around, his train of thought ground to a screeching halt, and his smile vanished. He reached out and tugged at Scott's shirt, with wide eyes, then pointed to the guy in the weird clothes who was already in the room.

[no_ones_son]

Jason had been growing steadily more frustrated as the time ticked past. He'd gotten sloppy and had let three armed lunatics get past him. The big one wasn't going to be feeling too happy with a gunshot wound in his shoulder and the gash on his leg but there other two were just fine and there was nothing to stop them breaking out and going on a killing spree. He'd screwed up. Again. The fact that the voice pointing that out sounded exactly like Bruce just made things worse

[vsyourface]

"Huh? What is it?" Scott squinted ahead in the dark, training his flashlight beam ahead. "GAH!" He jumped suddenly when the beam crossed the hooded man in the leather. The guy looked like a superhero (or villain), but not one that he could immediately place. That in and of itself was almost as surprising as the man's sudden appearance.

He raised an eyebrow as the guy made some cocky talk. Had he heard about something like this before? Something about brainwashing? Scott scratched his head as the guy went on about kids or something, trying to remember. What he wouldn't give for an in-game journal right about now. And not the crappy paper one in his drawer, either. Something that lit up in front of his face on command, none of this carrying it under his arm crap.

The light from his flashlight glinted off the metal of the superguy's gun. Oh boy. There was definitely going to be a fight, then, if they wanted to get past. Scott had some weapon-like implements on him, but Remy didn't look like he had anything aside from his now-trembling

[tiny_chef]

Remy heard the group come in behind him and Scott, and gave them a quick glance; the fact that one of the people was Meche, who he'd met that morning, made him think that they were more likely to be friends than a threat. Or maybe they wouldn't care at all. Maybe it would be every man for himself.

His heartbeat raced, and his eyes were wide with alarm, and -- why was Scott, who looked like he might have been equal to a couple of cats, goading the big scary guy with the gun? Remy knew that there was a time to stand and fight, and a time to escape, and this was the latter. The only reason he listened to Scott's suggestion that he stay close was that he found he was rooted to the spot, physically unable to obey his pulse's insistent whisper: runrun, runrun, runrun.He should have listened to Meche, he knew. And to his roommate, and everyone else. It might have been the catastrophic nature of this revelation that kept him from moving

[scintillatingly]

[From here.]As Sora crossed the Sun Room at a run, all he could think about was that he should have had his Keyblade in hand. The fact that he had his full outfit and could feel his crown necklace bouncing against his chest as he jogged just made it more obvious. But the only way he was going to get his Keyblade to cooperate was if he provoked the antagonist for tonight to take a shot at him

[madeinthehrl]

Soma stayed close on Sora's heels, keeping her breathing steady. The man blocking their path had a gun, she noticed, though the lack of light made it difficult for her to guess the caliber. The chance it was the same as the one she had obtained in Doyletown was probably low. That was a pity, but it might be worth trying to disarm him nonetheless. She was aware they were only here to provide a distraction, but she hadn't yet grown used to the idea that she could be bested that easily in a fight, especially if she had backup.

Sora was addressing the brainwashed patient, hopefully drawing his attention away from everyone else, and Soma took the opportunity to glance at the young men they had decided to assist. Neither of them seemed particularly used to fighting, in her limited experience, but looks could be deceiving. Unwilling to draw attention to herself by speaking out loud, she settled for a meaningful look and a barely perceptible nod toward the cafeteria doors.

[no_ones_son]

Well, one thing for the crazies here, they were good enough to make picking his first target easy. Still idly playing with the gun Jason grinned to himself as the loud one kept running his mouth off. It was more fun having an opponent who talked back and this one didn't seem to know when to shut up. He was the first one tonight to try and guess Jason's identity too and he was close - maybe this one had been shipped from somewhere near Gotham. Or it was just that codenames tended to be pretty easy to guess unless they were completely stupid. "You're half right. I could give you a hint but I don't thinking knowing my name is going to help you much. And I'd tell you to consider being a pussy for tonight but if you were to type to do the smart thing you wouldn't be here, would you

[vsyourface]

Scott just kept grinning as the redhead taunted him. "Yeah, you got that about right. Besides, I promised my girlfriend I'd stop being a pussy. Wouldn't want to go back on a promise, would I

[tiny_chef]

So many things were happening at once, and it wasn't like the organized chaos of a kitchen, a hive of activity in which everyone had a well-defined task. The closest thing to this in Remy's experience was the end of the colony's time on the farm, the hasty and scattered escape of everyone he knew. At the time, it had seemed like the end of the world

[scintillatingly]

As expected, Soma had been almost right on his tail. Sora figured that the more people fighting this guy, the better, but he also wanted to make sure that the ill-equipped got out of the way as soon as possible

[madeinthehrl]

So Meche knew the boy. That was helpful; at the very least, it might finally prompt him into running for the cafeteria. Soma remained silent, tensed, watching the gun in the other patient's hands. She knew by now that her reflexes wouldn't provide her enough time to push anyone out of the way, but at the very least, she could avoid injury to herself

[no_ones_son]

That was... different. Shooting at the kid had apparently made him pop out a giant freaking key. Jason considered himself difficult to shock - something about dying and waking up months later knocked that right out of you - but meta-kids producing fucking keys out of nowhere was damn surprising no matter what other shit you'd seen. Not to mention stupid but it still looked dangerous in spite of being nothing but a huge ass key

[vsyourface]

It was incredibly satisfying to hit the guy in the head so squarely. Scott pushed off of the helmet to finish the hit, landing slightly to the side of his opponent in a crouch of his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he had caught the flash of Sora's Keyblade appearing, which inspired further confidence in him. Remy and his friend were both out of the way now as well; even better. Then the mystery white-haired chick rushed in with a pretty potent spear swipe of her own. Even though the attack had missed, he could tell that he wouldn't want to have been the guy hit by it. Oh yeah. We got this, Scott told himself, trying to ignore his persisting fear of the gun

[scintillatingly]

When Neku moved on, having acknowledged Sora's reassurance, the boy quickly turned back to the fight. Scott really did have potential, if they way he'd smacked their opponent in the head was any indication. Soma's attack didn't hit home, unfortunately, but they couldn't win them all

[madeinthehrl]

Soma's eyes narrowed in frustration as the patient backflipped out of the way, but she recovered her balance quickly and kept moving forward, unwilling to give him the advantage of range. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the boy who'd been shot move forward; Sora seemed to be closing in as well