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I can't find the elevator. [Pause.] This isn't the Scrapyard, is
Hang on. Something's moving i
[A long pause, then, slashing across the page in haphazard strokes as if it's being written while running:]
thing following me
hasnt got a head
how do I get out
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Hang on. Something's moving i
[A long pause, then, slashing across the page in haphazard strokes as if it's being written while running:]
thing following me
hasnt got a head
how do I get out
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I'm all right! [She shouted it in response to the questions, feeling a surge of black anger at these things that almost blotted out the pain of her aching wing and the cuts on her shoulder and cheek. How dare they grab her, attack her, scare her, hurt her--
Something plucked at her arm again, and she let out a snarl of frustrated, frightened anger and turned, slamming her elbow into the thing with the unbeautiful, untrained randomness of a brawling punk. It connected properly this time, sending the monster reeling back, which felt good enough that she kept doing it, swinging her outstretched arm as she turned and by sheer luck catching it in the neck with the hard line of the forearm bone; it made a gurgling noise, single eye bulging, and crumpled to the floor, nearly landing on her feet. She kicked at it, once, hard, as it fell--half to push it away and half to make sure it didn't get up.]
I said don't touch me!
[Even as that shout left her mouth, Kurayami faltered, her rage and terror stuttering as the tingles of post-impact spread up her arm and leg. She hesitated, staring in horror at the twitching creature she'd downed...]
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She needs the light side. All around her is dark, dark, dark--its whispers grow louder, plucking at her. It isn't temptation. It simply makes sense to call on it. So efficient, so easy, just waiting for her to reach in and grab it--that's all it would take and they could get out of here now.]
Lies--
[Handmaiden swings her staff at one of the blue-eyed figures, feeling it connect with an unpleasant squish. She tries to ignore the urge to gag as she slams the other half into its head. It falls off.
And she sees the flames, feels the heat. Again she reaches through the Force to yank the things back, hopefully clearing a gap that Spear can escape through.]
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If we're going to escape, we need to get out of this room. The elevator is somewhere outside.
[She opens her mouth to say more, to offer another suggestion, but cuts off as three more of the white-haired things materialize from the shadows and immediately bear down on her.]
Is this never going to end? Handmaiden, Kurayami, we need to try and reach the door.
[She thinks that if they can just get out of the building, and find the elevator, then they stand a good chance of escaping. The specters continue their advance, and Spear continues attacking them when they come too close.]
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There's a door back there--it's how I got in! [It's closer than however they came, at least. Memory lurches in her stomach, and she qualifies the statement.] There might be...something out there, but I think there was only one--
[Something thumps into her from behind, and she's knocked forward onto her knees; desperate and running on adrenaline by now, she slaps off the floor with both hands and manages to push back up to her feet again, staggering forward and away from whatever it was. Hitting them feels--wrong, it reminds her of--she doesn't know, but she doesn't like it, but--glancing back at what grabbed at her, she sees a bobbing, glowing eye, and in the shadows of the room behind it are more, and more, like a flock of approaching fireflies.
They'll be surrounding her again any minute. She turns and runs for the door, pulling at the rusted bar across it and shouting to her rescuers.] Here!
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[There's a tone to her voice that suggests that a meteorite crash would have a hard time changing her mind. And there, across the hall, are the elevator doors. The slick, shining steel stands out quite clearly in the gloom. Handmaiden doesn't question why it's moved into the school, but she isn't going to complain about it.
Her way is barred by the five not-women again. Handmaiden lashes out with the quarterstaff, again feeling queasy and now swamped by guilt as well. She can't--these are not real. That is, they are not whatever her instincts believe them to be. They're certainly real enough to hurt her--as the kick to her back demonstrates.]
There it is! Run!
[She lashes out with the staff again, swallowing the nausea.]
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She's had more than enough of this wilderness, and the things that it's making her see. But getting to the elevator doors is suddenly made difficult, as the three things already coming towards her multiply until there are six facing her.
But giving up is not an option, and so Spear swings out with her spear again, taking down the first of the white spectral beings. She doesn't waste any time, seizing the opportunity to run for the elevator, pursued by the beings from her nightmares.]
Make your escape while you can, Kurayami!
[Spear calls to the other one in between running and attacking. With luck, she and Handmaiden will be able to escape, but there's no point in Kurayami remaining in harm's way as well.]
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Gulping a deep breath, she rushes into the elevator and slams her hand down on the button for the first floor, as far from this place as she can get--
And then she pauses, looking out the closing doors at the roiling maelstrom of battle, and something inside her puts its foot down. Kurayami reaches out and hits the button with the universal symbol for opening doors, and holds it there, watching the doors judder and buck as they try to close and are pushed open again.
She stands with her face set and her teeth gritted, one thumb stubbornly ground onto the button, too aware by now of these things' attraction to loud noises to dare to shout for them to hurry; and she waits for her rescue party to join her.]
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And in the meantime, Spear's troubles are worsening. Handmaiden can see her enemies multiplying, but her five opponents seem unwilling to let her go to the other woman's aid, blocking her and keeping her far too busy. It is all Handmaiden can do, and her fighting devolves--this is a struggle for survival, not victory, and she lashes out in any way she can.
Her months of sparring against Stoneface come back to help her in this fight... outnumbered though she is, Handmaiden knows these women. She has seen this fighting before. And she knows what they will not expect, and does it.
But then the elevator doors begin to open again--Handmaiden lunges for it, the fluorescent light like a beacon now. She slams her arm against the doorway as she uses the Force to blast away a pursuer, unwilling to let it shut until Spear makes it in.]
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But even so, her movements become more desperate and slightly less precise as she grows frantic in her efforts to counter her attackers. Now, however, with the elevator doors beginning to close, and Kurayami hopefully leaving for safer grounds, Spear is beginning to think she has nothing left to lose, as far as her personal safety is concerned. Handmaiden's, on the other hand, is still something to worry about.
And that alone is enough to cause her not to give up fighting. Another swing of her spear, and one of her enemies goes crashing to the ground, leaving five more to contend with. But for the first time since this whole wilderness jaunt started, something happens that is in the favor of Spear and Handmaiden.
The elevator doors open again, and Spear watches as Handmaiden makes a break for it. She lowers her spear, and seizing the moment, dashes hastily for the elevator. The five remaining specters pause in surprise, before pursuing her again. By the time they've come close to reaching her, however, she's made it safely inside the elevator.]
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Somewhere, far off, she hears a low, haunting whistle. Her heart, already in her throat, freezes. Hardly aware of the fact that she's stopped breathing, Kurayami stares out the elevator door, past the rapidly approaching fire-wreathed figures and the pale silhouettes of the women in white, and somewhere, far off, she sees the glimmer of a single furious eye, rushing closer.]
I...
[Entirely unable to move, she stands there with her fingertip resting in numb shock on the elevator button. The doors are closing, thumping and clanging as they do, but all she can hear is the high shriek of that whistle, and running under it a terrible undercurrent of horror and helplessness. Not this, not this, not this--
And the elevator doors slam shut, blocking out the cacophony and flames and madness outside as instantly as flicking off a light switch. Kurayami feels her knees tremble, then give out beneath her, and she slides to the floor of the elevator and sits there, shaking, as the car rumbles upward.]
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