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Night 59: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

Oct 24, 2011 19:57

[Coming from here.]Daemon slipped from the hallway and into the stairwell, starting the climb to the second floor. His gaze searched the shadows and he'd made no more than three steps up when he went carefully still, holding up a hand to halt Renji as well. The chittering came from above their heads, quiet but definitely there, the sound familiar ( Read more... )

s.t., zex, guybrush, taura, daemon, saber, tolten, goku, rose (tvd), rita, locke, lana skye, zack, renji, tifa

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stray_shinigami October 25 2011, 00:30:50 UTC

And with the laughter, Renji felt a little better, because it sounded more like normal Daemon. Less like something that he wanted to cut in half, and that would be a really unproductive and... well, sad way to spend the evening anyway. He tried to have a strict anti-murder policy when it came to his friends ( ... )

bastard_sadi October 25 2011, 12:07:32 UTC

"I can do one better," Daemon answered, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched Renji leap upwards. The chittering grew angry now, the nest disturbed. He moved quickly, gathering a ball of witchfire in his hand and flinging it up to the ceiling. At first, nothing happened. Then there was a rush of sound and flames as the webs spun across the ceiling caught fire. There was movement everywhere, small spiders and large fleeing the flames. Some were successful while others tumbled downwards, already burning, legs twitching and spasming in death ( ... )

stray_shinigami October 25 2011, 14:40:31 UTC

Three quick cuts, flashstep while Zabimaru recovered, and three more. He jumped behind a larger spider and cut it neatly in half, after which point they just seemed to run out. Another flashstep and he was next to Daemon again, taking a moment to carefully step on a small spider that was heading toward Daemon's foot.

"I think we're still even," he said. He propped Zabimaru on his shoulder. It didn't seem worth sheathing the sword this time. "Nice trick with the fire. I always like working with someone that's good at kidou." It made up for the fact that he definitely wasn't any good at it himself.

"Hope there's something more interesting coming up. At this rate neither of us are going to even break a sweat."

bastard_sadi October 25 2011, 23:58:45 UTC

"We are definitely not even," Daemon disagreed, looking amused as he brushed a spider leg off his shoulder. "I'm quite certain you're at least a half dozen behind. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find something small for you to catch up with," he teased the redhead, starting to climb the stairs once more, his movements graceful and relaxed, although there was a definite anticipation making him move a little more quickly than before. The map he'd copied down earlier from the bulletin board showed where several unexplored areas were up here. he wanted to find his way past them, find a way upstairs.

There had to be a way to learn how they were doing what they were doing. And then put a stop to it.

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age_of_kings October 27 2011, 18:32:25 UTC

[ From here]

"Of course, I've never heard of any traps here..." Tolten went on, passing through to the stairwell. Oh gods, it was the same as in the hallway before. Perhaps there'd be napkins in the kitchen, to hold against the smell. The sights, however....

Were they inadvertently following a psychopath?

kings_thief October 28 2011, 01:22:04 UTC

Locke winced at the sight, but tried hard not to think too much about it. Choosing something else to think about, his mind went back to Tolten's words and he smirked. "Master thief, huh? Dunno about that, but I'm a master treasure hunter and there's rarely a lock I can't bust."

Of course, he didn't have his usual lock-picking devices or even his knives, but, at least for tonight, he had his magic and that would work too. Even if this kitchen were locked, he had a feeling that wouldn't be able to stop them. Though...if something strong enough came along, that might. He was trying not to go that way with his thoughts, though.

"You gonna be all right, Tolten? This is...pretty nasty stuff; I know it's not that easy to stomach." Almost literally, all this gore was making his stomach turn too.

age_of_kings October 30 2011, 15:44:46 UTC

"Yes, I'll be fine." Tolten shook his head, to dismiss the sights more than anything. "I've been to war and I've fought grotesque creatures before, it simply...."

Wasn't anything he ever thought he'd find himself involved in again. And certainly not in the halls of what was supposed to be a hospital. "It's only the smell. It's hard to ignore it when it smells as it does." It was as easy an explanation as any. He couldn't quite explain why he felt so unnerved by the viscera (behind them) and the madness (here) and who knew what else was coming.

And the fact that they were closed into a stairwell with countless dismembered body parts. "So you treasure hunt," he managed, trying to fill the horror with mundane conversation as he climbed the stairs. "I've done a bit of that, I think."

[ to here]

Feel free to have them get attacked if you want! zack_fair October 28 2011, 01:48:22 UTC

[From here.]

The stairwell was far more crowded that it was usually, though it wasn't with people. No, the stairs were just littered with more corpses, this time of... judging from all of the legs, Zack was going to guess spiders. It wasn't quite so hard to look at, if only because the things didn't bleed red blood -- and really, who liked spiders to begin with?

"Looks like someone beat us to it here," was all that Zack had to say about it. Instead he started to move up the stairs, having given up on keeping his boots clean by now. At this rate the whole building was going to be stained one color or another.

He realized that he didn't know too much about how the second floor was laid out, but he figured this was as good a time as any to figure that out. He glanced over his shoulder at Tifa. "So, any direction we want to head? Or do we just go where the wind takes us?" He was going to ignore the fact that there couldn't be any wind inside.

o7 aye aye 36_24_35 November 1 2011, 18:01:35 UTC

"Jeez," Tifa mumbled as she stepped over a half-stomped spider carcass lying right in the middle of the stairwell. "Let's hope they can't wipe out an entire floor by themselves." After her terrible run of luck with the critters on the second floor, the young woman was rather confident there would be plenty up there that would stop a few patients in their tracks while they caught up ( ... )

zack_fair November 1 2011, 22:17:25 UTC

If other patients ended up taking out all of the monsters before he and Tifa even got a chance at it, Zack was going to be annoyed. Maybe it was a bad sign that he was actually looking to fight things, but that was what he'd been trained to do -- and these monsters were asking for it after all of the trouble that they'd given the patients here up until now ( ... )

Salamanders prolly can't do this but :| whatevah whatevah 36_24_35 November 2 2011, 02:32:28 UTC

Tifa snorted as she watched Zack drive his sword down into its... belly? Head? Spine? Or maybe every single blood vessel ever. It popped like a big zit, spraying the floor and their legs with its putrid insides and copious amounts of bodily fluid ( ... )

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fourstonewalls October 29 2011, 03:21:04 UTC

[from here]

She climbed a few steps in silence, still thinking about Faraday. The man had to know he was dead -- so had Damon, though for different reasons. What did it do to a person, to have lost everything, and to be given tiny pieces of it back, on the sufferance of a system far harsher than the one she'd helped run. Even at its worst.

"It's a strange sort of second chance, this place." She left the who in that statement open for interpretation; let Badd take it as he willed.

tasteoftruth October 29 2011, 04:32:14 UTC

Badd didn't follow Lana too closely. The last two nights the institute had screwed with his perceptions of reality and it was lucky no one was killed. If Lana started turning into a monster or a convict he'd probably get the bright idea to take her head off with his paper cutter blade. Nothing was trustworthy, not even his eyes...and on top of that he had to keep up the pretense of normality.

"Second chance? At what? People here seem pretty intent on repeating their mistakes," he growled, watching the dark stairs behind them. His boots were heavy on the stairs. "And don't start about Gant. Maybe he saved your life, maybe he even wanted to save your life, but that same morning he outed me and Byrne to a murderous vigilante. On a grudge." Paranoia was making his head spin, and he was barely paying attention to what he was saying.

If he had, he might have remembered that he hadn't told Skye what he'd told Gant.

fourstonewalls October 30 2011, 03:32:08 UTC

Outed? He couldn't possibly mean that the way it sounded. Could he? Well, well, that would explain a few things. Though it couldn't be what he'd intended to say, at least not on the surface. If true, it was merely gossip, albeit tragic. Not leverage. Not the sort that Gant, and, if Badd was to be believed, Shou traded in.

Something, perhaps, to do with why Badd had described himself as an ex-Detective. Bullet or scandal; one of the two had ended his career, and she had a good guess as to which one. Not the subject, but the substance of it.

Lana let him keep his distance. If last night still had him spooked, she didn't want to make him twitchy. Twitchier. If it was something else, well, she still didn't want to tax his nerves further.

"If you're talking about Niikura, I've met the man. Seemed quite reasonable to me. Though if you know something I ought to, please, be my guest."

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toxicspiderman November 5 2011, 01:08:43 UTC

[from here]Doing the intro briefing was easier while walking. Trying to explain all this crap with a straight face was harder than it sounded ( ... )

hey whats goin on wantsyourzex November 5 2011, 04:16:18 UTC

[from here]

All the strange antics around him made ZEX feel a little slighted. Some of the other people here apparently were given amazing abilities that made them able to destroy their enemies with ease... and ZEX was still stuck in this relatively fragile human body. Why couldn't they have at least given him back his natural one? Not that he didn't appreciate the gift of his pistol, but still, it seemed somewhat unbalanced.

Either way, it made finding people to use as shields all that much more important. With this kind of chaos, it'd be best to keep a low profile, preferably behind someone else. Those two humans looked like they might be useful...

"Am I interrupting anything?" ZEX said from a short distance away, hoping he wasn't going to startle them into some unforeseen pyrotechnic display. Who knew what humans were capable of now? What he'd seen walking around was making him rethink the species a little. Beautiful... and dangerous. A perfect combination. "I don't suppose either of you know what's going on currently, do you?"

nm, nm meanandgreen November 6 2011, 00:23:18 UTC

"Do I look like Clark Kent to you?" Raph barked up at the guy. Sure, he's had his fill of superpowers, dealing with the Justice Force and whatever other wackbag with too much juice got thrown his way. In his mind, superpowers always seemed to come in the six-foot-tall, sickeningly good-looking variety. The closest thing to superpowers he'd ever had was walking on two legs and talking. That was about as impressive as an average human three-year-old.

But he'd noticed the freakshow going down in this Pepto-Bismol circus they called an "Institute". Mikey woulda been in his glory. Raph wasn't all that impressed.

"Hey!" He shouted for no reason but to get his point across. "If this's some kind of superhero geek convention, you got the wrong tur--" Crap. "Guy. You got the wrong guy ( ... )

toxicspiderman November 6 2011, 03:20:33 UTC

S.T. didn't miss Raph correcting himself. What the word he'd replaced as easily as Landel/Aguilar's crack body shop had replaced his body was, he didn't catch. That explained a lot.

"Cool your jets, dude. How the--" fuck am I supposed to keep up with every comic in the past fifty years, he was going to say, and follow it up with bitching about the future. Bitching about the future was one of his favorite pastimes. Some people might think he got enough of doing that professionally, but the doom-and-gloom schtick was strictly on-camera. If he had really thought it was hopeless, he'd have let some place like Biotronics buy him off for a few years with Coke and stock options, cash out before he got cancer, and retire before he hit 40 ( ... )

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