Night 49: Basement - Grand Ballroom
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He somehow managed to fight back a sigh, though his exasperation was probably pretty obvious. Matt wasn't stupid, and he wasn't patient; he knew that something was up, something Mello obviously didn't feel like sharing at the moment. However, he wasn't the type to just roll over and accept bullshit - especially when his radar for it was ( Read more... )
Going through the door again made Utena feel sick to her stomach and dizzy again, just as she had felt going through those first two doors. Maybe that had something to do with the "how" that Ruby was interested in? The feeling was accompanied this time, however, by unexpected light around them. It wasn't much, but it was a lot more than had been in the building so far. Utena squinted, adjusting to the new lighting levels...
...and her jaw dropped.
"Ehh?! What in the-" Where the hell was this? She hadn't heard of any place like this in Landel's or Doyleton or anywhere! How could a place so big and ornate exist in the Institute? Were they even in the Institute anymore? She could only assume they had to be there, or at least somewhere nearby. Where else would Landel want them to go? "Have you ever been been in here before?" she asked as she looked all around in awe, gulping when she heard a faint echo of her own voice bouncing back off the impossibly high ceiling. This was feeling almost like walking into the arena the first time had. That same overwhelming sense of "this shouldn't be here" was billowing through her veins, forcing a shiver out of her.
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Ruby stared up at the vaulted ceiling, wondering how the hell they’d managed to get down here. Well, the vaguely magical but not actually magical portal things were how the hell they’d managed to get down here, but where was “here”? The other places they’d ended up had realistically been within the scope of the evil haunted mental hospital, but suddenly they were in a Disney Princess ballroom, complete with candles and massive chandelier. Or it would have been, if not for the jet black marble and the creepy way their footfalls echoed in the massive, domed room. The doors on the other end were nothing if not imposing, as well.
This was, without a doubt, the weirdest place yet.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said needlessly, walking over to one of the candelabras on the walls but not touching anything. She hadn’t quite shaken the ‘this could all be a powerful illusion’ thing yet…plus, touching things in strange and improbable rules was a very fast way to get yourself offed. Magic and the supernatural aside, countless bad teen slasher porn movies had proven that rule. You didn’t walk willingly into a haunted house or touch random cursed objects.
The demon kept her knife at the ready. “Unless Prince Valiant is waiting behind the next pillar, we get the hell out of here as quickly as we can. Got it?”
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