Nighshift 23: Entry Room
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While her commander opened the door into unchartered territory for her, she listened for his reaction, knowing he would see whatever was inside first. In the meantime, her attention swept the wide hall behind them, not wanting to give up her guard prematurely.
He wasn't wasting any time, it seemed (though caution was never wasted time ( Read more... )
While her commander opened the door into unchartered territory for her, she listened for his reaction, knowing he would see whatever was inside first. In the meantime, her attention swept the wide hall behind them, not wanting to give up her guard prematurely.
He wasn't wasting any time, it seemed (though caution was never wasted time ( Read more... )
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It couldn't be this easy, could it? Something had to attack, in an attempt to keep them inside.
He cast a glance at the two files rooms. They could force the locks open and search for their folders, but he doubted there would be much of interest in them. At this point, he was eager to see what laid behind that door...
He crossed the room.
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And the colonel seemed to agree that there was no point in speculating about or even acknowledging the state of the room. If something was there, waiting for them to advance, then it was better to draw it out.
As he went ahead, she noted the doors in the room so that she might have some idea of where something or someone might come at them. Her attention never completely left him, however, and as he approached the door she remained several feet behind him and a little to the side. It was never a good idea to remain directly in front of a door of unknown purpose or consequence.
Though it was still turned off, her hand gripped the heavy flashlight that hung from her wrist.
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Softly, another voice joined - a tenor, singing an empty, hymnlike melody. The air charged, electric and sticky, as if the music itself carried a charge and current. More voices joined, sopranos and altos and baritones, burning their way through the song, mournful and timeless and worshipful to something meaningless, distorted and unnatural and strangely beautiful. The music was a long slow needle in the back of the mind, invading, anaesthetising, numbing and soothing and yet painful, and as it became louder and broader and hit its crescendo, it seemed as if the walls themselves were crying.
There was only one singer, but he had blotted over his own image in the minds of the two soldiers, and expected to receive no applause and no standing ovation. As long as the song continued, he needed none. Only their terror...
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He paused, glancing at Hawkeye as if she would know the reason behind the strange music. He had never encountered anything like this at the institute before, and that made him even more concerned.
As the tune picked up, it almost started to hurt, causing his ears to ring. And yet there was something about it that disarmed him as well...
Body tense and anticipating just about anything, he continued to scan the room. "What's... going on?" He never liked asking that sort of question - it insinuated that he was in a state of confusion and a position of vulnerability.
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It didn't take long for Hisoka to reach the entrance of what must have been the entry room. It was easy to find, with it being directly across from the Sun Room. Yet regardless, Hisoka froze not even halfway inside, his hair on end. The other two occupants of the room were panicking, yelling despite there being no obvious trouble, but that's not what stopped the boy in his tracks...
It was the air, which was an odd thing to say, but even though his empathy was dulled and useless he still knew when something was happening.
And right then, the air reeked of Something.
Turning to the other two, Hisoka made a gesture with his free hand, wordlessly motioning for them to make as little noise as possible. If they could, the shinigami would have liked for them to be able to get by without mishap.
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If you want to play, join the thread above! it hissed. You know the rules of the game, don't you? And take your little friends with you! The more the merrier, after all...
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"Hisoka...Something's wrong," Tsuzuki whispered, setting his hand lightly on his partner's shoulder to make sure he had his attention. "We can't just leave them. We have to help them... Please, Hisoka?"
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Kurosaki and Tsuzuki seemed content to stand in the doorway while they debated what to do, providing perfect silhouettes for anything hostile within the room. Dias, however, moved quickly to the side of the doorway, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword.
He didn't like what his senses were telling him. Part of him agreed with Tsuzuki; there were people in trouble inside, and as an experienced and armed fighter he had very little excuse not to at least make an attempt to drive off their attacker. But his senses were on high alert, screaming at him; it was the kind of feeling he recognized from Expel, when a particularly vicious and powerful monster was moving through the area ( ... )
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Once outside the room, Hisoka pressed himself against the wall in effort to remain unnoticed. Whatever it was that lurked in this room had obviously decided to start committing havoc again, if the sickening uneasiness was anything to go by. Hisoka didn't want to have to deal with whatever it was on top of waiting for Tsuzuki to get his ass out of the room.
Which he would.
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Tsuzuki emerged from the room a less than a minute later. Not exactly right behind Hisoka, but close enough. He seemed to be breathing a little heavier than normal and his legs were torn up badly, but otherwise he was ok.
It took only a moment to spot Hisoka, and Tsuzuki felt a bit better to know he had been ok out here, despite the scene that was apparently going on now. Every fiber in his body begged to go help the two people if he could, but Hisoka was injured, which counted more in his eyes than his own injuries. And he didn't want to put the boy in danger again.
"Where's your room?" he asked quietly. They would need a place to rest and look over the file.
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What was Tsuzuki doing?
The boy pressed a hand to his chest to slow the already sluggish bleeding, realizing only too late that the makeshift bandages around his hand would absorb the blood. Shit.
Yet before Hisoka could decide on what to do with the stained bandages Tsuzuki finally arrived and the shinigami turned his attention to his partner. His room? Tsuzuki didn't look like he'd even make it halfway. Hisoka shook his head.
"It's too far, your room is closer."
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"Alright, but stick close." He was already feeling jumpy after the feline assault. The last thing he needed was for Hisoka to leave his line of vision.
[To here.]
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