Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-Center
[from here]Just like last night, Vino turned the bend to find that he was first in the main hallway again. He couldn't decide if he preferred it or not. Patience wasn't his favorite virtue, but he supposed he'd have to wait. The two meeting places he would have to be at were right next to each other, right? So that was fine. If he had to wait a
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It was easy to miss pretty much everything when Chipp really was serious about getting from Point A to B in the fastest way possible. The boy just naturally lent his talent to speed, probably harkening back to his days where the best drug dealers were the ones who didn't get caught. Maybe he just thought if he was really fast at getting to the right places, then he would be there when terrible things happened.
Or maybe he just liked moving really fast. Either way, he was nearly a blur as he just charged down the hall and quickly veered to the left as Venom had instructed, at least knowing where he was going. For half of the journey anyway. The Sun Room wasn't a place that he was unfamiliar with, so it would have been pretty hard to miss.
On the other hand, it was also the first door on the left that Chipp had even noticed, so perhaps it was just dumb luck in this case.
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She couldn't be the leader while Ilia was being the leader, at least in the sense that a leader charted their course through the unknown. Rose had run the GPS last time, so she was content to let Ilia provide the directions tonight. If she had any difficulty finding the cafeteria, she would be certain to ask her.
Four small, grey creatures were approaching them, clattering and grunting their way through what might be conversation or merely reflex. Their big yellow eyes reminded her of the consorts -- all of them, but when they drew near, the gnashing of their razorteeth spoke wordless volumes as to their intent. Rose readied her knifewands, and bespoke her own party. "We've got incoming."
This was going to be a long journey if they got attacked in every room, even by little random encounters.
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Taura strolled down the hallway, her long legs putting her ahead of her companions despite her leisurely pace. There were things moving in the shadows wherever she looked -- even though there were fewer shadows, they were all full.
"I don't know which way we want to go if we head out here. Either of you two know what's out there? I know the mountains are north, but that's a lot of ground." The town was in the opposite direction, and was another thought. It would be a hike, though Taura knew she could make it. There were no guarantees that's where Aguilar had gone, though -- if anything, they'd be massing near here.
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"Well, he's not a very good fighter if people are doing it for him," the young boy added in his two cents, nodding somberly. Then, suddenly, he was struck by an idea. "Hey! Can't ask one of those people with the guns? They gotta know where he is, right? We can just corner one..." His idea had deeper implications than he really understood. He was not out to torture people for information, but he did know someone had the information they needed. A person can't just disappear!
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People always had choices, but Landel was, at heart, a coward. Taura had seen enough of them to recognize it. Unfortunately, given a little bit of power, they were more dangerous. All of Jackson's Whole was built on cowardice, paranoia, and greed -- the largest in the greatest measure, but tempered with the others.
It was experience she'd never expected to be so useful.
"Do you know where to find one of them?" That was the only problem with Goku's idea -- for once, the straightforward one might be fine. And between the three of them, intimidation could work wonders without doing anything irreversible to whoever they caught. "They've all been called to arms, but I don't see any of them."
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She could see the shapes of other humans in the hallway, stretching out long beyond sight, but nobody she recognized off-hand. It wasn't much of a surprise; she hadn't even been here a week, and wasn't entirely comfortable reaching out to strangers. Everyone was a stranger to her, even those who claimed to be from her same home. It was possible they were telling the truth, but... she had no way of knowing for sure ( ... )
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"Does this..." she started to say, her voice barely loud enough to carry, "...happen often?" Edgar claimed to have been here 'a while,' though how long that was she didn't know, and wouldn't be able to scale even if she did. What did weeks, months or seasons mean to someone still adjusting to the passing of hours and days? It was the active analysis of such things that was difficult for her, as she was then; action alone, and that which could be done without thought, were what came easy. A sword possessed no memory, but it could not forget how to slice through flesh.
Letting what answer he may have follow her, she moved cautiously to the nearest of the closed doors. She couldn't see a lock...
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This was not the place he remembered from last night. Or it was, but a street in peaceful times could hardly be compared to a war zone. Like the London he had known, and the one he knew now. They were the same, but saying that sounded foolish and naive. You could only really survive in one or the other. They required a totally different skill set. Billy had adjusted, but didn't think he'd be able to move back and forth cleanly. He'd always be a little odd to both sides of the fence.
And this was a whole different animal. Billy stalled, but not much, because the image of chitinous pursuers was still fresh in his memory. He had no gun, he was no real knacksmith. A few seconds was probably not enough space between his fleshy body and the claws that would sunder it.
"Where now?" he shouted, still willing to gamble his fate on a long-standing affection for a fictional character. Not a fictional character. Fuck. This one was probably the least surprising sight, actually. Billy found himself hoping that the next corner they ( ... )
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The last seemed the best option for now. There was less and less gore decorating the floor as they ran, so there were probably fewer monsters roaming about ahead (or else no one had come by to provide a messy end-but he tried not to think about that too hard right now). "Keep on; straight ahead," he called back to the man, forging ahead.
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