Night 51: Main Hallway 2-Center

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]By the time Sechs had reached the center hall which opened up to the space that overlooked the sun room bellow, he was still feeling a bit winded from his inner battle with his living dark psyche. He hadn't expected his energy to be drained like that! It had taken more than just mental concentration to push his unwanted passenger out of

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[damned_monsters]

Before, it had been quiet. Quiet and dark, exactly as the lurcher liked it. It had strayed from the rest of its group, and that had clearly been the wrong choice. It had been calm and content until it heard the scream of one of the patients, followed by a banging so loud that it caused the nearby wall to vibrate.

The creature pushed off of said wall, its hands swinging near each thigh as it moved itself toward the noise. It could have ignored it, or returned to its kin, but now it was angry. This puny thing had interrupted its quiet and it even had a light that was offending the lurcher's yellow eyes

[sixth_attack]

Meanwhile, Sechs had dealt a few impressive dents into the metal door, but so far it refused to budge. The Replica was undeterred though, and had moved his target to the walls surrounding the entrance. If he couldn't bust the door down, he was going to make his own way into the room it guarded by chopping a hole in the wall! One way or another, he was going to get in!

At first he failed to hear the heavy footfalls approaching him from the shadows, the echoing thuds of his axe smashing into the wall blocked out the incoming stomping. It was only when Sechs pulled his blade out of his target that he heard that extra thump sound that shouldn't have been emitted yet

[damned_monsters]

While the lurcher could charge with an immense amount of force, putting the brakes on its advancement was almost impossible. For that reason, it had really had no means of dodging the attack, and the axe crashed into its side with a loud sound that was both a crack and a thwump.

It had a very thick skin, but it was not made of armor or anything of that sort. The blade of the weapon stuck into it, but it didn't go nearly as far in as it would have on a normal human.

Instead, it just caused the creature to roar in pain and increased anger as the blood started to gush out of it, red as a human's. Still, even if it was injured, it was also close enough to get a counterattack in.

One of its meaty hands reached out and balled into a fist, pummeling into the human's side. And the patient wasn't nearly as hardy, was he?

[sixth_attack]

The battle android's grin only widened as he felt the axe meet its target with a satisfying reaction of spilt blood and enraged roaring. So the thing wasn't invincible then. Good. Sechs' grin only lasted for a moment though, as the creature made a swift retaliation, which came in the form of a fist the size of a wrecking ball--

WHOMPH!To Sechs' shock, the dull sound of something cracking in his torso was heard once the creature's boulder-like fist connected with his side. Another millisecond later and Sechs found himself violently tumbling a good few feet away from the besieged door. The attack knocked the wind out of his lungs and he crashed to the ground like a discarded rag doll, his now-bloody axe just barely kept in one hand as he rolled to a stop on his stomach

[spandexorgtfo]

[from here]

As they entered the next hall, Kratos saw immediately that there would be no need for extreme measures: patient and monster were quite literally locked in battle. He looked back once again to ensure that Rita was near before beginning to move silently and cautiously across the hall, making sure that the gleam of his sword would not be accidentally noticed.

The remaining shreds of the knightly part of him were berating him for leaving a fellow patient in such a terribly compromising situation--by the gods, he was being strangled. But they had to keep going; Rita probably wouldn't appreciate him running off into someone else's battle. And in his current state, there probably would not be much that he could do.

tick tock

[klockworkdeath]

What a pity. One of the ... lower beings was taking the good fight, but Kronen was enjoying watching the bloodshed without actually getting his hands dirty. Then some other people had to enter the area and interrupt his leisure.

He didn't move from the dark shadows just yet, but wound himself up and perhaps, if his prey were paying attention, they could hear the telling sounds of the end coming for them.

*tick ... tick ... tick ...*

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[bodhiandspirit]

Kratos' presumption received a nod; Rita was indeed light on her feet when she needed to be. She moved quickly and quietly as she followed the swordsman into the central part of the hallway. She'd turned off her flashlight as they neared the scuffle, not wanting to draw the attention of the beast assaulting what appeared to be another patient. Said patient was adequately armed, at least, so Rita was able to focus on their destination without feeling too guilty.

Was this the kind of place Landel's was? A place where patients would need to climb over the bodies of their fellow patients to reach their goals? Though Rita didn't hesitate in her movements, there was certainly hesitation in her mind.

But then, there was something that made Rita pause mid-step. A mechanical noise, coming from somewhere that wasn't where the ongoing fight was taking place.

"... What's that sound?" Rita whispered to Kratos, slowing to a cautious pace. It was possible that there was some kind of machine up ahead, but it was better to ask than to assume.

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[spandexorgtfo]

They were proceeding fairly steadily when all of a sudden there was a noise in the distance. It was a ticking noise, like a clock, except Kratos's intuition immediately told him that this was no such thing.

"Probably not a friend and probably nothing so simple as a machine, knowing this place," he whispered back. That was the easy part to figure out. The hard part was determining what exactly had been awoken. "If we engage it, and the battle turns sour" - which it was most likely to do - "don't hesitate to run."

He kept moving forward, but now at the same, cautious pace as Rita. If anything was up ahead, it would see him first, which was the objective.

[sanguinario]

[From here.]

There was more to see on the other side of the door; there was the ticking, the loudest sound to him, despite the presence of other patients and what sounded like threats. The vampire moved with the other two, always shielding Bella's body with his own, one hand holding the pillowcase containing the radio - just in case there were further clues - and his right closed around the wood of the shotgun. He could drop the radio fast enough; luckily, shotguns didn't require aim.

And luckily he had some knowledge of guns, though this was much more modern than the World War 1 ammunitions that had captured his attentions as a child.

His eyes watched the movement of the other patients' flashlights, noting how it was being reflected back - machine? Some sort of armor? Whatever it was, it wasn't worth getting close to, and it seemed distracted with two humans already... it shouldn't be too hard to slip by, as long as they kept their backs to the walls to move past.

[vitale]

After sliding off of Edward, Bella clicked off her flashlight and shoved it into her pocket, allowing both of her hands to grip tightly onto the baseball bat as she attempted to move silently behind Edward. Heart pounding in her ear, she almost didn't hear the strange ticking sound - until they got closer, that is

[anemptydecapo]

The assassin pressed his back closer to the wall as they passed by, eyes searching for anything dangerous. That irritating ticking sound only grew louder the closer they drew into the center hall, and finally being able to detect the source once sneaking through was... odd

[herr_inspektor]

[from here]

Unfortunately for him, it looked as though Lunge was just about to run into his first obstacle- and a deeply fascinating one at that. The ticking was what caught his attention first, and what dried his pace to a halt. Soft at a distance, perfectly steady. And then he saw it: the humanoid figure standing stock-still in the centre of the hallway, little more than a faint platinum gleam from where he stood, staring back at the young man and woman in front of him with the clear detached interest of a scientist watching a butterfly under a belljar, even if the face he could barely see was barely recognisable as having eyes. Even as the floor around the woman began to glow, it didn't move. It watched, it waited- and then the woman's hands were alight with fire, and Lunge remembered himself.

No. This is not relevent. He couldn't get distracted here. But how to pass by without causing too much of a stir? Careful, careful, he switched of his flashlight and sank back against the wall, eyes sliding warily towards the three and

[herr_inspektor]

[from here]

[givemeoblivion]

[from here]

"Of course you should be worried." Callisto stopped abruptly, swinging her arm around to level the pickax under Ratigan's chin. "What do you think people are walking around armed for?" He should also probably be concerned about her wanting to use him as a human shield as well, but she wasn't going to bring that up.

Granted, she wasn't worried, but then she considered herself a special case. She was armed because she enjoyed being armed. The fact that it made fighting monsters an easier task was just a bonus. Even now, she could see other patients squaring off against what must be one of the Institute's guardians, if not a creation of the Institute completely.

"They don't let us roam about at night because it's good for our health."

[ttly_not_a_rat]

Ratigan couldn't help but flinch when Callisto swung the pickax dangerously close to his neck, and a small gasp passed his lips in spite of himself. Feisty, nothing, this Callisto girl was a sociopath! And not the delightful kind of sociopath like Ratigan himself, either! After the initial shock of Callisto's act finally wore off, his expression hardened and he slowly raised his hand to gently push the pickax away from his chin.

"That was hardly necessary." Ratigan growled, "I was only asking a question. However, I suppose I must thank you for making the answer perfectly clear." And for making it perfectly clear that I'll never ask you for help again, Ratigan thought to himself as he idly brushed off one of his shoulders

[givemeoblivion]

Was he honestly asking that? He probably thought it was obligatory, as he didn't look much more interested in helping those under attack than she did. There certainly wasn't any way he could actually expect her to say yes. "Their problem, not ours. If they keep it occupied, then we can make our way past easier."

Not that this was guaranteed to put them in the clear by any means. There was still a good chance they'd find more the closer they got to their destination. In fact, they might not even make it past this automaton without attracting its attention and causing it to direct some of its attacks their way as well. Nothing good in this place was ever retrieved easily. The basement was proof enough of that.

She moved quickly, keeping her flashlight pointing away from the scuffle in case that might draw less attention to herself and her companion.

[ttly_not_a_rat]

"I don't think the phrase 'great minds think alike' has ever been more appropriate, my dear Callisto." Ratigan sniffed as he looked back at the fight, "Fighting is such a barbaric way of settling conflicts, and I, for one, would much rather avoid such loathsome activities when I'm given the opportunity. Let the brutes fight for themselves. If they got into that mess, they can get themselves out."

He walked briskly alongside Callisto, reaching the next section of the hallway mere steps before she did. This time, however, he made sure not to boast. For such a tough girl, Callisto seemed to be rather sensitive about races and the like.

[to here.]