Night 51: Main Hallway 2-Center
[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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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 fixing on them as he slipped across the back wall. Quiet, calm, casual. Nothing to see here. I don't have time for you, tin man.
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