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Night 54: Main Hallway 2-West

Feb 10, 2011 16:33

( from here. nnn so close.)Closer. She was getting closer. Almost there, almost at her destination. ... And then she would have to do it all over again. Get from one point to the other, without hopefully being hit or ... well, if she was being honest, she would really appreciate it if she wasn't noticed, but hey, she couldn't look a gift horse in ( Read more... )

sechs, albedo, venom, bella, peter petrelli, claire stanfield, gumshoe, kibitoshin, ritsuka, neku, the scarecrow

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purpletaint February 14 2011, 06:48:48 UTC

[from here]

He reached the top of the stairs and belatedly realized Ritsuka had directed a question to him. He tried to remember what had been said, but it remained a mess within his head, made worse after that. Albedo shifted the shotgun restlessly, weight hanging easily from his fingers, and glanced to the other boy, unsure.

Something about preferring to work on one's own. He blinked. "It's not much of a choice with me. I'm by myself whether I want to be or not."

It took a moment before common sense caught up and berated the easy admittance. In front of a person he didn't know, no less. His mouth twisted unhappily, wondering how much more he would be molded into someone he didn't know for the sake of the twin that hated him and the little brother who was happier without him.

composers_proxy February 14 2011, 07:33:24 UTC

The first had slipped by him, his head still in a haze. But things quickly became clear. He had one mission: keep the Players from passing this point. Fail, and face Erasure ( ... )

human_sponge February 15 2011, 04:12:22 UTC

Peter understood how long a month was in this place, and he immediately felt sympathy for the fact that someone so young had been stuck here for that long. Granted, Ritsuka probably wouldn't have been better off if he'd been released; well, he would have been brainwashed then, but he also wouldn't have had to head out and fight monsters every night ( ... )

forgot_it_all February 15 2011, 05:34:46 UTC

Albedo's words were like a slap across the face. Didn't he have brothers? Weren't brothers supposed to--- But that was right. Ritsuka remembered now what he had talked about with Albedo once, long ago: fratricide. His brother had tried to kill him and according to Albedo had succeeded. Now, he understood why Albedo seemed so shy around new people, too. If a brother could kill their own flesh and blood, then why trust other people who had no such bonds ( ... )

purpletaint February 15 2011, 08:50:14 UTC

[...I am so, so sorry. >_<;]

It seemed like distractions came as a necessary given. Even before he consciously understood the situation, a part of Albedo recognized it and internally smiled. Precisely what was needed; something to pointedly become a distraction, a target, and allow him to move as he would to counter it. He knew this well, had experienced it himself and viewed it in many others. His first week attested to their existence--nearly each night he had encountered one. So it was. If the person was dancing to the institute's tune, risk went hand in hand. There was no need to feel any hesitance in moving against an adversary, hmm?~

Or so it would be. If Albedo was alone. If Albedo was with siblings, even, or some of the other monsters sheathed in human form that were restrained here. But it was pointedly not so: He was with this boy, Ritsuka, who Albedo had strove to be balanced towards. It wasn't as much a charade as it was a different part that rarely saw the light of day. Albedo had started as something soft, after all; ( ... )

composers_proxy February 15 2011, 20:55:00 UTC

The first two didn't appear to be threatening, but the third... he was hard to read and he was carrying a shotgun and currently pointing it in Neku's direction. Any other time or place he might've startled at that, but guns began to lose their impact after the first couple headshots. And being a Player in the Reaper's Game left him much stronger than he'd been before. He could almost hear the familiar tinkling sound of metal shells on tiled floor, or the bullets as they dropped from the air, falling harmlessly at Josh's feet. Imagination was a powerful tool, and one he could bend to his advantage.

Neku raised a hand, telekinetic energy gathering beneath his fingertips as invisible hands closed around the other boy's neck, choking off air and lifting him above the ground. You're inhuman Neku... no better than those Reapers!A few losses for the good of the mission, not what he'd prefer, but life rarely was. Maybe the others traveling with this boy would realize that before they too were erased. He didn't want to hurt the Players ( ... )

human_sponge February 16 2011, 02:14:28 UTC

It seemed that the two he was with were faster to assume that the boy in front of them was a threat. Peter wondered if that made them overly paranoid or if it made him too naive. He knew it could be a mix of both, but he hadn't been willing to threaten someone who might have just been confused or in some sort of trance caused by the institute.

He didn't back down when Ritsuka warned him -- even if this person before them was dangerous, he wanted to be the first line defense. However, that became impossible when the white-haired boy suddenly pulled forward, already ready to taunt and attack. Even if he was speaking logically, the gun in his hand told a different story.

Peter didn't want the child to shot that thing or to get hurt himself, and he was about to shove Albedo back, but--

Seeing the boy's reaction, like he was suddenly choking, caused Peter's eyes to widen. He'd seen this before; no, he'd felt it before. Sylar had done this to him, had used his telekinesis to pin and choke ( ... )

forgot_it_all February 17 2011, 00:44:50 UTC

Why was it always like this? Everything moved so fast that Ritsuka barely had time to realize what was going on before one action set another in motion, like dominoes that resulted in Peter attacking the stranger and Albedo being choked by an invisible force. Why did it always end in violence? Albedo was trying to protect Ritsuka and Peter to protect Albedo, so who did Ritsuka protect? He was the Sacrifice, so why couldn't he do anything?

"Stop it!" Ritsuka knew better than to try to pull Albedo down. The downward force would only increase the pressure around his neck and harm him more. Instead, he made a grab for the weapon, determined to take it from Albedo's hands and reduce the threat he posed to the brainwashed patient. Maybe if he no longer posed a threat, the guy would stop attacking him. "Whoever you are, stop it! You're going to kill him!"

The only problem was that Peter was out of range and no matter what Ritsuka did, he wouldn't be able to reach him in time. Please, be safe. Please don't hurt each other.

purpletaint February 19 2011, 05:53:46 UTC

...His mind analyzed several things at once. A telekinetic, for one, and wasn't that familiar enough? Not quite, it seems, since the sensation of hands closing around a throat rang as close enough to memory as well. There was something tiresome in this, something fleeting, and he felt his feet rise off the floor, felt his body's telltale signs of oxygen deprivation and his form's attempt to rectify that. Another time, place, and Albedo would have taken the loss, created more pressure to lose his head in a literal manner and grow it back when free. Here instead, came something like caution, and he remained relatively still. There was a tightening, a wet crunch, like snapping celery, and a gagging kind of pain that told him his larynx had succumbed to the invisible pressure. Grand ( ... )

composers_proxy February 19 2011, 08:27:19 UTC

The moment the second patient came toward him, tactics changed. Now instead of one threat, there were two, and one was swiftly closing in on him. A shovel? What kind of weapon was that anyway? Even Beat had a skateboard, Josh used his cell-phone... alright a shovel was less creepy than a walking pig waiting to pork-chop him in the back...

All it took was a quick sliding dash, a casual turn as he moved through air and space to dodge the shovel. Of course, it meant letting go of the boy he'd been using his first Psych on. With little more than a thought, he let the boy drop to the ground. Three on one was against the rules anyway. He had to play rough or he would be the one getting erased instead. To right the countless wrongs of our day...The red in his eyes flared up once more as he fought to put space between himself and the other Players ( ... )

human_sponge February 19 2011, 18:55:56 UTC

It was no real surprise that Peter failed in his attempts to actually harm the brainwashed kid, but his effort still had the desired effect; he heard someone fall to the ground behind him and realized that Albedo had been released from that mental hold.

Granted, he had bigger problems to worry about. The one they were fighting was quick on his feet and probably had more tricks up his sleeve than just that. Right as he was preparing to follow up with another attacked, however, something completely unexpected happened.

A whole set of sound equipment suddenly appeared out of thin air; they had somehow been summoned by their enemy, but Peter had no idea how. Telekinesis was one thing, but this? Did this even count as a power?

Granted, the sound itself was immense, enough to make him experience a strange pressure his head and a stiffness in his body. While he felt his hearing get dulled in the wake of it, somehow Peter felt no pain. It was a strange feeling, where he knew it was supposed to be there and yet... it was blissfully ( ... )

forgot_it_all February 21 2011, 11:52:13 UTC

"Albedo!!" When Peter rushed forward, it was enough to distract the brainwashed boy and Albedo was released. Forgetting the weapon, Ritsuka instead made a grab for his friend. He had to soften the blow of being dropped and he had no idea how much damage that patient had caused with his telekinesis. He'd thought he had heard a snap and a wet sound, but that would mean it was too late. Ritsuka couldn't let someone die, not like this, not ever, but was it really an impossible ideal? Was he wrong? "Are you okay? Talk to ( ... )

purpletaint February 21 2011, 23:43:23 UTC

To close to chaos, was all of this. There was little sense to be had, but Albedo understood the premise, and so the rules shifted. To each his own, and each would bring their own in this--rules, weapons, reality, and if this one fought by summoning outdated speakers to project, Albedo wouldn't speak of it.

Couldn't speak, actually. Wouldn't be able to for a few minutes more.

He dropped from the hold and expected hard floor--instead felt the softness of his friend's arms. Albedo looked at him in surprise, eyes squinting as his body worked to heal the damage. Nothing could be conveyed otherwise, words or not, because sound screeched out from the speakers, attacking his ears, the sound ricocheting around his mind. He winced, a hand pressing an ear. Attacking with noise? This seemed too ironic; should Albedo consider a Song instead, it was far more fitting if that one wanted to ( ... )

composers_proxy February 22 2011, 02:07:04 UTC

He'd expected Tin Pin Rocker to have a little more effect on them, but one nearest was swinging his shovel again, and while he blocked that one with the help of a new pin, the gunshot from the kid who'd been nearly dead only moments before came as a little more of a surprise. Yoshimitsu's psychokinetic blade formed beneath his fingers, countering the shovel's swing and with any luck, breaking the damn thing, but he barely turned in time to do anything about the shotgun. Why always the guns?!Neku dropped the blade in favor of a shield, fast enough to keep the shot from being deadly, but not enough to completely derail it. The slug caught him in the shoulder, the force more than enough to send him back several steps. He grit his teeth, but he was so done with playing nice. This was a game, yes, but not one he intended to lose ( ... )

human_sponge February 22 2011, 02:45:51 UTC

A sword appearing out of nowhere just didn't count as fair. Granted, Peter was used to being on the losing end in this place, but that didn't make it any less annoying. The metal end of his shovel hit the sword with a very audible clang, but like before, he couldn't even feel any painful recoil shooting down his arms from the impact. It wasn't normal, but it also wasn't something he could question when he was in the middle of the fray like this ( ... )

forgot_it_all February 23 2011, 06:01:46 UTC

Everything buzzed and droned like he was listening to the world underwater. Someone was talking. A crack of thunder in slow motion. A dull thud of something heavy colliding with the floor or something else. He wasn't deaf like he'd first feared, but every sound was distant and muffled and Ritsuka couldn't figure out heads from tails. There wasn't time to sit and whine in pain though. Albedo had been hurt, Peter was still trying to attack the brainwashed patient, the patient himself had proven he was willing and able to kill them - something had to be done ( ... )

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