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Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

Oct 24, 2011 11:32

[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )

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LOL DARK GRIM boketa November 3 2011, 01:38:48 UTC

"See to it?" Goku wasn't sure what that implied exactly. Spock was smart, though. A lot smarter than him. The monkey boy's expertise lay only in eating and fighting. This was neither one of those things. If the strange, pointy-eared man said to leave it up to him, Goku saw no reason to say no. He'd fix the problem the right way!

After one last look at the poor creature, the young boy turned around and waddled off, away from Spock and the corpses that had fallen all around them. He bid his friend farewell with a "Peace!" and quickly scooted down the hallway on little bare legs, his tail twitching back and forth without a care.

It wasn't long before his voice could be heard howling and beating at some new and unlucky monster that landed between him and his destination.

boketa November 3 2011, 02:08:09 UTC

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dual_worlds November 4 2011, 00:29:04 UTC

Spock returned the goodbye with a small nod and watched Goku disappear further down the hallway. Once the boy was out of sight, he returned his attention to the injured creature. In all likelihood, it would suffer here until either another life form devoured it, a patient decided to kill it, or the military disposed of it once the night ended. It was unfortunate, but Spock knew what needed to be done.

Although he would have liked to have been more familiar with the creature's anatomy in order to better provide for a painless death, Spock would, unfortunately, have to make his best estimate. He set down his equipment. Mouth faintly tightening, Spock reached down with pale hands and held the crying being in place. Then, with a swift movement and a faint crunch, he twisted its neck. It grew silent and fell still ( ... )

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