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[residualfumes]

[Yelling back doesn't help, leaving the building doesn't help, plugging his ears doesn't help.

And since he can't sleep through it or brew coffee in the dark, Piston's been jumping from screaming frustration to near begging for a day now.]

Shut it shut it shut it shut it.

[But. Since he is out in the hall, likely to run right over anyone in his

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TRAUMA BUDDIES? Wait that's not it...

[countertrap]

"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-"

[Scars hurt before but it's like they're on fire she can't find her sword or even the thing chasing her again can you cut smoke anyways she tried last time didn't work and it's darkdarkdarkdarkDARK-!

justlikethealley.

And the voice of the 'poltergeist' her friend called 'Marik' echoes behind her as she runs pell-mell down the hall.]

'NO TIME LEFT LITTLEMOUSELITTLEMOUSE-'

'cArE tO PlaY???'

"N-NGGGH!! Go away... GO AWAY!!"

[If no one's run into Piston yet, he's about to have someone run into him.

Namely someone he met just a while before- Ryuzaki.] "G-GYH-!"

[The only thing that kept Piston from getting skewered was the DR strangely enough- for some reason, Ryuzaki's wearing exactly what she did the evening she's reliving... Which means she isn't armed.]

[residualfumes]

GAH!!

[He was so busy covering his ears and blocking things out he didn't pick Ryuzaki from the rest of the crying around him, so no warning.

And the man's going down, trying to hold her away him all the way.]

GET OFF!

[-never mind for all the barking that hit was a bit of a wake-up call.]

[countertrap]

[Oh don't worry, she's doing that just as quickly as you shout- she isn't quite registering that she's not being chased though, merely scrambling off rather clumsily and attempting to speak.] "W-Who... Who's there...?"

You can run but you can't hide.... HnhnhhnHAHAHAHAHA!!! "Nggh...!" [To someone in the dark, it probably sounds like Ryuzaki bumped into something else but...

She hasn't even moved?]

[residualfumes]

Eh?

[He swears he can place that voice, but since he's getting mostly stutters and cries-

The crying.

Someone might call him lucky, since he's getting few real comments mumbled among the dark, between cries and calls. But he knows who's out there easy enough. He knows the voices of his sons, his best friends.

Which is part of why he's yelling at her. Since he's covering his own ears.]

What are you doing over there, Ryuzaki?!

Late, so late. Always late. :/

[maakheru]

[Maakheru wasn't actually affected like everyone else. Possibly because he really had nothing that significant to be regretful over. No, what he was experiencing was fear. The nights in Egypt weren't even this dark. He couldn't see his own hand in front of his face and he most certainly wouldn't see anyone coming. He had reverted back to how he was before. Clinging to the walls, wrapped up in his cloak, jumping at every noise he heard. Of course it didn't help that the sounds he were hearing were just as scary as he was afraid of.]

Please, please...don't let him find me...

Wall clinging, you say? Oh the memories.

[residualfumes]

[Well somebody's going to find him, or stumble over him.

A hard turn gets him knocking his shoulder on something on the wall and jolting the other way, catching himself on some door in the dark.]

Who's over there?!

Indeed

[maakheru]

[Maakheru did more than jump when he was knocked, he actually pushed whatever, or rather whoever touched him, screaming.]

Stay away!

Re: Indeed

[residualfumes]

[GAH! Marlick-whichever-you-are-he-can't-tell-right-now, that was in his face!]

Then don't stand in the middle of my path!

[-hey wait, that's not a ghoul cloak his hands are grabbing at.]