Night 51: Recreational Field

[notstealing]

[From here.]

When Locke opened the door, he was greeted by a rush of fresh air-something entirely unexpected, on his part. It was too easy, wasn't it? When he looked around, all he saw was a field, a shed, and walls that blocked him from being home free. Lucky me, he thought to himself, as he looked around the surroundings. So far, he'd managed to

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[hajike_tobiume]

Whatever Erika believed to be a third-rate Japanese horror trick was far more real than the detective believed. Momo, eyes subtly flickering as she continued to quickly back toward the wall, finally spotted a concentration of spiritual energy that was out of place. The threads were dark, reminiscent of a hollows but far more malevolent and they curled up and ran along the wall they were scaling, twisting and writhing with intent to harm. Tendrils reached out toward them, thin and near undetectable, but they didn't seem to the shinigami to be attached to one specific place. It was like...

"These grounds are haunted," Momo stated, focusing on the concentration a few feet down the wall, her eyes definitely shimmering with some kind of power, though it could have just been a trick of the light. "The malevolence is spreading, focusing on us. I am not capable of binding it in this state."

Turning quickly, Momo slid Leavatein between her back and the sheath of the katana. Lithely, she sprang up, grabbed a vine and quickly pulled herself up to the top of the wall. She refocused on the malevolent energy, a tiny bit of blood starting to drip from her nose as a bit of a headache throbbed in the back of her mind.

"The longer we stay, the worse this will be." She reached a hand down for someone to take, as she continued to watch, not caring who took it. They needed to go and go now.

[per_ardua]

Raine was climbing slowly enough that the shinigami had no trouble passing her; she was hesitant to accept a hand up from someone who likely weighed less than she did, but by the time she got into reach, she'd realized that Momo had to have a strong enough grip on the fence so that helping even Xemnas up might not overbalance her.

With that assistance, Raine was able to get the rest of the way up reasonably quickly; not wanting to take any more risks than she had to, she didn't stay put any longer than it took to turn around and start climbing down the other side--given her lack of athletic skill, there was no way she was risking a jump down that far. "How are things on this side?" she asked, just to get a head's-up. So far she'd never seen an enemy cross a territory line, but there was always a first time.

[witchdetective]

When Erika asked Xemnas for help, she was hoping the other would be able to find the source of whatever had snagged her. It seemed like he had been as unsuccessful as she was, but Erika had not been anticipating his "solution" to her problem. Her eyes widened when the man produced the knife, but not out of fear. It was purely surprise - surprise that her skirt ended up being cut again.

Although she was clearly annoyed... whatever was going on, it bothered Momo and they were wasting time. The detective grimaced and continued to make her way up, much less carefully than she was before. Her poor skirt, it was ruined yet again! If it weren't for the fact that she knew the nurses (for who else could it be?) mended her skirt last night, she would have given Xemnas some choice words.

But at the same time, he had done what she asked, and she had to admire that much. Not a word of thanks was said, however, and yhe detective didn't bother to wait for Momo's answer to Raine's question, vaulting over the wall and already making her way down. She really didn't care what was on the other side, so long as she could just remove herself from this damnable wall and save the rest of her clothing from getting torn to shreds.

[itneverwas]

Had Erika indeed given him some choice words, Xemnas would have hardly cared. After all, a hollow man could not be expected to find the state of someone's skirt to be of any importance. If anything, it was her own lapse in judgment to wear something that would potentially hinder their progress during this mission; the solution had freed the young detective, so the Superior would hardly even have allowed her the luxury of complaining.

The Superior was the last to begin scaling the wall, but within moments he pulled himself on the top. The abomination that had sought to hinder them certainly had given up quickly. Had it found another prey, or did it lay in wait? It would be desirable not to allow it another chance.

He briefly allowed his orange eyes to wander over the silent courtyard. "Its silence is hardly a reason for reassurance," he merely commented to Raine's question. Who knew what lurked in its darkness? Doubtlessly, they would learn once they would set foot upon the grass.

Without any further delay, he jumped down.

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