Night 58: Kitchen (Second Floor)

[princeofthemoon]

[ from here ]At first glance, there seemed little different in this room than there had been in the last one, especially in the dim light cast through the open door, and Sesshoumaru nearly growled in frustration. He felt weak, he felt drained, and if had all been for nothing once again

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[ultimagi]

The girl followed after, once more befuddled as to how he accomplished such a feat. She'd tried watching his hands as the sweet-smelling liquid ate at the rust, but she saw no place he could have poured it from, or hidden it away to. Of course, it had been darker then without the moonlight, and even darker now -- her flashlight was the only point of illumination. Her empty hand alighted on one of the counters, while her light tried to ferret out the corners and edges of the room, where the doors and drawers lay hidden.

"How... do you do that?" she finally asked, her tone curious, voice soft. Everything had been so quiet until now, she felt as though speaking too loudly might ruin the steady calm of the journey.

[princeofthemoon]

He looked over at her, his expression mildly curious. He raised his hand a little reflexively, flexing and curling the fingers.

"Although this place may weaken this Sesshoumaru, but I am still stronger than most," he said after a moment, arrogance clear in his voice. "I am not yet fallen quite so far."

[ultimagi]

Sesshoumaru. Was that his name, she wondered? Or perhaps the name of his people. Either way, the answer didn't satisfy her, though it would be hard to see it on her face for the darkness. Strength didn't have anything to do with whatever it was she smelled, did it?

No matter. The drawers and cupboards were thankfully unlocked, and opened easily. It took no time at all to pull them open and examine their interiors for something useful. The drawers were full of small instruments of similar-length handles with alternating ends. This was a sort of scoop with several slits in it; this a flat, rectangular blade that made a weak twang sound when she hit it against her arm; this a flat and shallow spoon; this a spoon so round and so wide it was practically a bowl attached to a stick. It was hard to imagine that some of these things could be useful.

Well, she thought. The door was locked for a reason, wasn't it? Like the book from the library, it seemed like a good idea to at least take something. There was no telling if she'd be able to

[princeofthemoon]

The way she was holding the flashlight cast her own face quite neatly in shadow, even to his eyes - the beam of light cast enough light forward that anything behind it was in the darkness, shielded by the shadows themselves as well as the light pollution. The end result was that he did not see her expression, not well enough to classify it as anything. He stood silent for a moment all the same, watching as she turned away from him.

She began pulling open drawers and rummaging through the contents, and after a moment, Sesshoumaru decided that it was a good idea - he simply wasn't sure what he was going to do. The ambient light was not enough to see, not well, and attempting to see into the shadows of the drawers with only it....

Sesshoumaru growled lightly in frustration and once more brought his flashlight out. Placing it on the counter, unfortunately, did very little but cast yet more shadows into the drawer he pulled open. He briefly considered setting it in the drawer, but that would also limit the range of light, and cast

[ultimagi]

[from here]The heavy brown sack she used to wedge the strange door open, keeping at least some illumination to follow her into the kitchen. There, she emptied the two bags of their deli carcass contents, leaving the meat to sit beside the cans on the counter. Retrieving the smaller of her two knives, the girl made two small slits on one side of each of the two bags, an inch below the opening, and each slit an inch or so away from its nearest side. Satisfied with this, the girl slipped the book off the back of her belt and set this too on the counter, the knife on top of it, and unfastened her belt

[ultimagi]

[from here. It's like the kitchen is becoming that darn hallway!]

The light from the refrigerator was steady, but dim; while it managed to throw its yellow light far enough to hit each wall of the kitchen, it could not delve into the drawers or cupboards that lined the room. She set her small stack of hypothetical human food products on one of the counters, looking to see where her companion had gone.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru was very dubiously examining the little pile of lunch meat that Terra had left on the counter, musingly nibbling at a cookie. This appeared to be meat, but it did not seem at all appetizing. People ate this? Perhaps he had been mistaken.

[ultimagi]

She took the bottom of the two boxes and slid it out from the pile on the counter, setting her flashlight and knife down next to everything. The box was sturdy, in a way, but eventually the girl found a weak part, and proceeded to easily tear the whole thing open, ripping a wide opening across the front of the box. Inside was a sealed bag, but this did not have the toothy-nubs that the bags of meat in the refrigerator possessed; she tore this open as well.

She had no idea what this was, either.

"... Is this really food?"

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru had abandoned the uncertain pile of meat (he was pretty sure it was meat) and was examining the light source. It was a little space, cold spilling out through it, though it did not seem be connected with the outside world, and he could not see anything that should be causing the cold. There was a collection of bottles and cartons which seemed to contain liquid, a white sack, and something else in the corner. He considered it bemusedly and drew it along with the sack out