Night 59: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]Upstairs was dark and silent, although to Daemon, the faint pink glow that coated all the surfaces since the alarm went off seemed more concentrated here. Was it stronger, perhaps? Or was there just more to hide? He brushed his fingers against it curiously as he stepped out of the stairwell and into the corridor above, his senses

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[selfnighted]

[from here]

Surprisingly bloody out here, wasn't it? Perhaps she should have kept the hat.

"Our destination?" she asked as she stepped aside for the others to come through. "In that vein, what is our plan?"

Did they have one? Maya was certainly at a loss as to what to do next. Chasing the once-soldiers seemed out of the question; Maya did not know where they had even gone. Returning to their bedrooms was ill-advised and defeated the purpose of leaving the room in which the meeting had taken place to begin with.

And what was the pink glow? Sinister or innocuous? Maya couldn't tell.

[madeinthehrl]

It looked like a small massacre had taken place in the outside hall. As far as Soma could tell, none of the dismembered corpses lying in the halls were human--she supposed that was a good sign--but many of them had been mangled beyond recognition, and only a few limbs and teeth here and there suggested that the creatures here had been necrits.

But...that made sense, in a way. If everyone's abilities were back...

"Aguilar can't keep a lid on our powers tonight, at least for the time being," she said, half thinking aloud. "We should take advantage of the situation while we can. I have weapons in my room I'd prefer to have right now, if we've got time for it, and then..."

She trailed off, thinking. What could they do? Everyone said the way to Landel had been the third floor, and it stood to reason the same applied to Aguilar. Could they get up there tonight? End this once and for all? She wanted to think so, but it wouldn't do to get too worked up about it.

[poorexample]

While these two female humans (or was the pale-haired one something more than human? Castiel couldn't tell) were more or less unknown to him, it quickly became clear that they were capable. They'd both handled that situation with a decent amount of composure and they were getting down to business now, which Castiel approved of

[selfnighted]

Ah... Weapons. Maya had forgotten, but in a situation such as this, it would be more prudent for Maya to run rather than fight. But for a fighter...

"Have you fought all creatures that are likely to appear?" Maya asked as she began walking. The other direction dead-ended into the chapel, so Maya didn't think they'd be going that way, regardless of whether they were making a side-trip to the bedrooms after all. "It's your decision, though," she said over her shoulder while keeping an eye out.

How unpleasant it was, stepping over the carnage. The least the perpetrators could have done was be thorough, Maya thought, but in honesty, Maya wanted to get away from this hall. It was quite disconcerting, as well as...smelly. At least Fangire didn't leave behind malodorous residue when they died.

[affictitious]

[From here.]The thing about Gabriel was he didn’t really have an ounce of respect for what anyone else was doing. So when he popped up right next to his brother in a flurry of flight (a cracking of his wings neither human would be able to see), nearly brushing his elbow, it was with a very unhurried grin. The glow of a fellow Grace was warm and familiar. How quaint. He’d spent a hell of a lot of time avoiding that glow

[madeinthehrl]

Soma frowned a little at the man's statement. It wasn't as if she was offended--there were plenty of people here with more powers than a few enhanced gial cells--but there had been something undeniably exciting about getting her abilities back. The knowledge that they were there wasn't enough. She wanted a chance to use them.

But even that was trivial right now. If the man's powers were as strong as he claimed, they might stand an actual chance at escape tonight. From there, it was only a matter of finding a mobile suit or something--this was a world at war, there had to be something she could pilot--and breaking everyone else out, too

[poorexample]

The first response was one of doubt. The woman seemed to be implying that he couldn't be certain of his ability to take down all of the creatures this place had hidden within its walls unless he had dealt with each one before. She had a point, but she also didn't know what he was or the things he was capable of. Castiel realized that this was an instance in which he would need to perform a demonstration in order to earn his companions' faith

[selfnighted]

... Had that been directed at her? Maya turned to find that someone had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Ah... An acquaintances of one of her companions? It seemed so.

"Shall we give them their seconds?" Of course Maya wanted to 'accidentally' overhear, but it wouldn't be prudent to test anyone's patience tonight.

"We'll wait for you," Maya said to the man as she gestured to their white-haired companion to (hopefully) follow. For now, Maya was leaving the bloodied hall.

[to here]

[affictitious]

Well, that was. Awfully anti-climatic. (Was he losing his touch?) Gabriel shook it off. He was becoming amazingly adaptable as of late, and shaking things off that he didn't care much about was just one of his newest abilities.

"Don't pull me around like you're ashamed of me, brother," he sneered, ripping off the mustache and letting it flutter down until it disappeared completely. He pulled himself out of Castiel's hand automatically. "Anyway, I came to see if you had, you know. Perked up."

His eyebrows raised in question and implication. Simultaneously.

Since his brother was alive and as well as his permanently dull-eyed vessel could look, all of Gabriel's curiousity was struck on what the mysterious pink wall may have done for his inner angelic Grace. Not much, from the looks of it. (Of course Gabriel would be the stronger one. Obviously. But this was different.)

"You're looking a little tied down, Castiel. Still not strong enough to break the handcuffs this time?"

[poorexample]

The two other patients were quick to leave them be, which was likely for the best. Then again, Gabriel hadn't exactly done a good job of warming himself up to them, considering his entrance. Then again, perhaps he'd gone to all of that effort with the express purpose of seeing to it that they were left alone, at least for a short while

[affictitious]

"Oh, excellent. That means no babysitting tonight." Gabriel wasn't going to dwell on the fact that he might have. Considered it. For like five seconds. Castiel did owe him a favor, after all, and chances were someone would need to come between a Winchester, him, and a pointy wooden implement. Considering his history, the chance that could happen again was looking pretty good.

Actually, how about neither of them dwell on exactly what he just said meant. Moving along.

Speaking of favors. Gabriel raised his eyebrows in interest, one half of his mouth curling up. The Grinch would be jealous. Seriously. "That means two favors owed to me, Castiel. You really up for that?" Well, whatever. Gabriel, despite his pride and his humor, as not a moron. And he wasn't really eager to go down the Grace-exploding road again anytime soon. Favors owed his direction would actually mean something here.

He rolled his shoulders, his wings uncurling.

"I can get you outside. And your posse, if you want them. Though, really, bro. All this hanging around

[poorexample]

It wasn't as if he had ever asked to be "babysat," and more than that, the term didn't seem to apply. Castiel wasn't and never had been infantile. The only time that he'd required watching over had been the night before, and that was only because he hadn't been himself. Gabriel was the one who had come to see him tonight, not the other way around