Night 59: M111-M120 Hallway

[oneman_onekill]

Whoa. Whoa. Niikura hastily backed up as a pink glow suddenly bathed their room, settling over all the furniture. This sort of interior decorating...really uncool. Did they have to coordinate the defense systems with the food too? Or was it the other way around? Either way, Aguilar had some questionable color preferences. He sighed and shook his

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[sanguinario]

After last night, every new development filled Edward with a cold dread. He didn't know what this new, fascinatingly pink wave was, but before it washed over him he had already decided he didn't like it.

Until it washed over him. Oh, to assume.

He nearly went to his knees after the wave passed. This was different than last night; the rebels had no thoughts, or at least no open minds for him to hear. This was a building full of hundreds, hundreds of voices all loudly explaining at the same time and every single voice echoing inside of his head, a growing tidal wave of screaming and surprise and joy and anger and -

The door opened and he was out. He didn't care if he was seen or not seen, by roommate or neighbors alike. He crashed into the hallway's opposite wall and nearly fell over as he was bounced off, like the building had turned to rubber. It hadn't hurt. It hadn't hurt, there was no mark in his body and no mark in the wall and he couldn't think. It was waking up a vampire all over again, unable to disassociate his own thoughts