NIGHT 47: Men's Bathrooms (M81-M120)
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Holding on to the wall with his right palm, he used his other hand to find a means of opening the new door he'd located. To his surprise, this door opened easily too! But... UGH! The smell! It seemed he still had his strong sense of smell at least, but at the moment he wasn't so sure he was very happy about it. The room was dark, but it must have been a waste depository as it stank of urine and excrement. Though the odor was almost too much to bear, curiosity got the better of him as he decided to slip inside the dark room.
As the door closed all light was extinguished and he was swallowed in darkness. Lucky for him, he still held the magic torch! Pushing the knob and hearing a sharp "CLICK", he was able to look about the room. This really was a wealthy prison! The floors and walls were made of blue and white tile, something back where he came from you'd usually only find in a palace. Stepping forward, he aimed the light toward what looked like a blue counter-top with several white basins that he guessed would hold water. He positioned his light a little higher and let out a yelp as another torch-beam hit his own face.
"Could you aim that light a little lower, please?" he asked, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. He lowered his, and his attacker did as well. It seemed to be a young beorc male around his age with the same hair color, staring out at him from what seemed to be a series of windows.
"Excuse me, do you know the wa-"
He stopped, a look of confusion crossing his face. The other did the same, and after a moment Ranulf realized this "person" was actually his... his reflection. He gulped, setting the torch upright on the counter so he could see. He then placed both hands on the counter-top surface and stared at himself wide-eyed in disbelief. He knew his ears had been transformed, but seeing himself like this cemented the fact in his mind and made it a reality. He could find no scars or stitches as he fingered and prodded his ears, pushing the side of his face toward the mirror. His facial stripes had disappeared as well... As far as anyone else could tell he was just another lanky young beorc male. Leaning on the counter-top, he looked down, not wanting to look at himself any longer. His eyes at least had remained their purple and green hues and his hair color was still it's familiar light blue... but they were the only things that remained of his laguz identity.
Ranulf slowly glanced up and watched as his face took on a determined look, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. He would find a way out of this place if it was the last thing he did. He only hoped that it wouldn't be.
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Holding on to the wall with his right palm, he used his other hand to find a means of opening the new door he'd located. To his surprise, this door opened easily too! But... UGH! The smell! It seemed he still had his strong sense of smell at least, but at the moment he wasn't so sure he was very happy about it. The room was dark, but it must have been a waste depository as it stank of urine and excrement. Though the odor was almost too much to bear, curiosity got the better of him as he decided to slip inside the dark room.
As the door closed all light was extinguished and he was swallowed in darkness. Lucky for him, he still held the magic torch! Pushing the knob and hearing a sharp "CLICK", he was able to look about the room. This really was a wealthy prison! The floors and walls were made of blue and white tile, something back where he came from you'd usually only find in a palace. Stepping forward, he aimed the light toward what looked like a blue counter-top with several white basins that he guessed would hold water. He positioned his light a little higher and let out a yelp as another torch-beam hit his own face.
"Could you aim that light a little lower, please?" he asked, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. He lowered his, and his attacker did as well. It seemed to be a young beorc male around his age with the same hair color, staring out at him from what seemed to be a series of windows.
"Excuse me, do you know the wa-"
He stopped, a look of confusion crossing his face. The other did the same, and after a moment Ranulf realized this "person" was actually his... his reflection. He gulped, setting the torch upright on the counter so he could see. He then placed both hands on the counter-top surface and stared at himself wide-eyed in disbelief. He knew his ears had been transformed, but seeing himself like this cemented the fact in his mind and made it a reality. He could find no scars or stitches as he fingered and prodded his ears, pushing the side of his face toward the mirror. His facial stripes had disappeared as well... As far as anyone else could tell he was just another lanky young beorc male. Leaning on the counter-top, he looked down, not wanting to look at himself any longer. His eyes at least had remained their purple and green hues and his hair color was still it's familiar light blue... but they were the only things that remained of his laguz identity.
Ranulf slowly glanced up and watched as his face took on a determined look, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. He would find a way out of this place if it was the last thing he did. He only hoped that it wouldn't be.
[to here]