From Beyond

[meatbabies]

The crew will see them slinking off, disappearing around hallways--shifting shadow shapes and the backs of heads ducking around corners. They're always people they think they know. Dead loved ones, perhaps, or loved ones they're not sure are dead or alive. They lead crew members into dangerous places, sudden drops, parts of Stacy where things can

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[magictrkswwater]

Irma tried her best to stifle a yawn. The constant bad dreams and oddball daydreams were really getting to her. She wanted to head back to the bus and pass out again. Passing by Sheffield again, she stopped when she heard a giggle of sorts. Turning her head, Irma's jaw dropped at what she saw.

C'mon, Irma, we're gonna be late! Standing in front of the main doors was a Chinese girl about Irma's age. The most distinguished features about her were the long, dark (nearly purple) hair done up in twin pigtails and an odd set of flight goggles.

"...H-Hay Lin?" Irma whispered.

C'mon! You don't want Mr. Collins to get mad for being late! "Hay Lin" said, racing inside

[quark_assassin]

Ohh goodness. Ohh goodness he was bleeding a lot.

Dustin staggered through the City, clutching his side and whistling as he gasped for breath. No, he didn’t feel like carrying a tune to calm his nerves-his nose was fractured, completely bent to the side. Again. It was a big enough target, so its constant abuse was understandable, and expected after flying face-first into a wall.

But the physical approach to that specter was not going to cut it. Perhaps the explosion was enough to distract the Nightmare King, or in any case, himself, for the time being.

The Shade would return in time. Until then, Dustin was taking advantage and looking for a more effective way to solve this little issue he’d encountered.

The Precinct, as much as he’d studied, was somewhere in the City. Where it was, exactly, should’ve been an easy enough task to accomplish-but not without his Omnicom and cellphone, both with the rest of his supplies in his room. There was no time to go back there. Besides, the guns were a far more important asset; gain control of

[magictrkswwater]

Irma let out a grunt as she tried to pull the cabinet off of her. Heavy. Really heavy. She was going to need help. That's when she heard a voice.

"HEY! IN HERE!" she shouted. "JUST LOOK FOR THE ROOM THAT LOOKS LIKE A TORNADO RAN THROUGH IT!"

[quark_assassin]

There was that voice again. Female, definitely, pained and frantic-but it was still a voice in the dark, and it came with a lot of shuffling and other such ominous noises. Dustin flinched, the only sign of his increasing paranoia the strangled whistle that passed through his crooked, bloody nose. The only reason why he didn’t freeze was the fear of the Shades. Shadows have a fun time of things in the dark…

“Maybe you should be more specific!” Dustin called, speech restricted and nasally, ending cut off as it passed through clenched teeth. Right hand never left his side, grabbing at the torn fabric of his shirt like it was the last thing he’d ever keep. “A room number, maybe? I can’t waste my time wandering around!”

[magictrkswwater]

Oh, god. It's gonna be one of THOSE days.

"Look, I didn't exactly THINK of catching what room I'm in when I was chasing down something I thought was my best friend!" Irma shouted out, getting a bit snarky. "Look, how about I keep shouting until my throat gets raw so you can find me?!"

Yeah. one of those days.

[quark_assassin]

“How the hell am I supposed to find you if your throat’s raw?” Dustin yelled back, voice cracking as another wave of pain passed through his abdomen. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all…Why wasn’t the ASIS working faster? Should’ve stemmed the bleeding a long time ago, even with contaminants…

“-Look, I can’t move around too much!” he continued abruptly, “Just…Landmarks! Scenery! Class name? Anything, really!”

Despite his argument, Dustin took a few more staggering paces down the hallway, stifling a yell. Couldn’t sit still…they’d find him…

[magictrkswwater]

This was getting nowhere fast. There was still at least one thing she can do from her stuck position. Holding her right hand up, index and middle fingers extended, she uttered "Water." Like magic, a ball of water formed in front of her fingers and then turned into a stream, shooting to and out the door.

"Hey, stupid! Find the stream of water out the door!" Irma shouted.

[quark_assassin]

Immediate response to that was, ”If I’m so stupid then you obviously can solve this yourself,”, but judging from the voice, this was from a younger individual. And no matter how heartless Dustin can seem sometimes, he’s not abandoning a child. Err, early teenager. Close enough

[magictrkswwater]

Irma winced as Dustin's light hit her eyes. Look liked he went through hell, too.

"Oh, wow, my hero..." Irma said, deadpanning. By the looks of it, they've both seen better days and they just want this over with.

[quark_assassin]

Damn straight.

“Yeah yeah, keep your shirt on,” Dustin muttered, shining the dull laser over the cabinet to find a surface to grab. He noticeably hesitated before leaning over to take hold of the edge-his resulting groan was evidence of why.

Something else was going on there, too. Tiny ridges were forming along the edges of Dustin’s twisted nose, curling around the fractured bone and cartilage like tiny wires. This caused him obvious distraction, but it was actually something he’d been expecting: the ASIS had finally decided to work.

Relieved, Dustin took his hand off his side. A jagged piece of glass was imbedded in his abdomen, stained splotchy crimson against his black shirt. It didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, though, so Dustin was taking advantage and using both his hands to lift. And for such a scrawny guy, he needed all the strength he could muster. Carbon-based metal prosthetic or no, this bit of furniture was heavy.