Nightshift 60: Main Hallway, 2-West

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura peeked out of the stairwell door with the first evidence of caution she'd shown all night. Everything looked quiet, but that didn't mean much of anything.

They'd met here the last time she'd come up to head into that room, and that thing had come out of the walls. She didn't want to wait around anywhere, but especially not

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[boketa]

[From here]

The door slammed open with one cheerful kick. He stepped through the door, watching for the tall woman he knew. Goku hadn't talked to her since last night when she had her "problem". Hopefully, she would be okay now. Fighting wouldn't nearly be as fun without her.

"Taura!" he shouted down the corridor, cupping his small hands around his big mouth. "Taaaura!"

[ninelivesonce]

Taura wasn't hard to find -- she wasn't trying to be, even if it put her at greater risk. She'd slipped out of the door and was walking down the hallway when it slammed open behind her.

"Over here," she shouted, waving. It wasn't as if being completely quiet about their destination was even necessary; that bulletin post had been easily decipherable for just about everyone but Goku.

Once he'd gotten closer, she dropped her voice to a low rasp. "Now, we should be quiet. The place we're going after we meet everyone else is a secret."

But first they had to get there, and Taura continued walking down the hallway to the open area with the railings.

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[scarefaux]

[From here.]The Horrible Hallway came into sight as the Scarecrow reached the top of the stairs. He let go of Lust's hand to use his flashlight, looking one way down the corridor, then the other. There didn't seem to be witches out and about, but that had always been the case, hadn't it? Just as they started down the hallway, there would be a chill in the air, their flashlights failing them at just the right time as a hand came out of the darkness, reaching for them

[lustful_thing]

It was a strange thing, walking through the darkness and clasping hands like children. But there was a strange comfort to it as well. Something Lust couldn't pinpoint or explain, but something she knew she had never felt before. It was such a human thing. A human thing to want and a human thing to do and gain from. She realized that she still didn't know just what Frank Westerning was, but declined to press the issue. She hadn't offered her nature, either.

And then they had reached the hallway that seemed to frighten Frank the most. Lust shook herself, banishing thoughts of what this place could potentially do to her.

"What does it protect, that makes it so dangerous?" the homunculus asked, stepping beside her companion and stretching her fingers to prepare her claws if need be. She couldn't imagine any other reason for a hallway to be particularly bad. She peered after the light, trying to discern some difference or hint. "And don't worry. If anything comes, I'll take care of it."

That was what she could offer.

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow smiled at her offer, pausing before answering her question. He had to admit he was grateful to know she was confident she could take care of anything that came their way, whatever that meant. Unlike Lion, he wasn't a terribly intimidating figure, and the creatures that roamed Landel's had already shown they weren't afraid of him; unlike Tin Man, he didn't have a weapon, and wasn't entirely sure how- or if- he could use one if he did. If the multiple injuries and bandages covering his arms were any sign, he wasn't capable of defending himself very well. It hadn't been a problem when he was made of straw- being of flesh and blood was another matter entirely.

"I don't rightly know, to be honest," he answered. "Down that way-" he pointed to the east, stepping aside so she could take a look "- are the storage rooms. When your light runs out of batteries, you'll have to get more from down there. They've also got a room where they keep boxes of things that belong to the people they say we are."

[lustful_thing]

"Really?"

Both of those things interested Lust, and she made a note of them for later. She peered down the hallway, cursing her weakened night vision. "They've made whole lives for us, then?"

She wondered what sort of woman she was supposed to be in this world. What sort of life they'd created, if they really did go that far. That would be for another night, however. Frank had a mission - of sorts - and she had plenty of time.

[tasteoftruth]

[ From here.]

"I think it's...across the way, over there." Badd pointed past the massive hole in the floor that led to the Sun Room. He hadn't taken much note of the chapel when it as offered to him, he found it simpler to pray when he was under fire rather than building up a store of good-will in a dusty pew. In a place like this Landel and Aguilar were gods--and thus Badd found it hard to bring himself to pray to the deities who ruled this world.

He'd rather put a bullet in their heads.

[m-u effects]

[corvus_veritas]

After Badd pointed it out to him, Byrne briefly took out his maps to double check. Yep, that was the chapel alright. Not even that far from them now. Even in the dark, he could practically see it from here if he squinted hard enough. No use standing around then, they should get going now!

.... But even after saying that to himself, Byrne didn't budge. He couldn't, not after something strange crossed his field of vision at that moment, something walking towards the chapel. The prosecutor stared dumbly at the sight. Was he seeing things?

No, he wasn't seeing things, was he? He couldn't be. There was a black-haired little girl in a long white robe across the way there, her figure glowing in an almost heavenly way, and he was damn sure she was real. Who was that girl? And what why was she here, of all places

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon stepped out into the upper hall, pausing a moment, because he wasn't as familiar with the second floor as he was the first. Gaze sweeping right and left for a moment, he paused, then made a quiet sound of frustration.

"Give me a moment," he spoke to Renji, tugging his journal out of his pocket and flipping to the carefully scribbled map he kept within, flashlight beam illuminating pages of neatly written notes. "I forget where this closet is supposed to be."

[stray_shinigami]

"You and me both," Renji muttered. "I think I went looking for it once. Got a nice pair of scissors out of it. That was kind of useful." He glanced at Daemon's map; it was about as good as his own, so he didn't bother dragging his own journal out of his sleeve. He did helpfully shine his flashlight on the page, however, so Daemon didn't have to try to juggle the map and his own flashlight. "Might as well hit both rooms while we're up here unless we hit the jackpot in the first."

[bastard_sadi]

"Scissors? Really?" Daemon chuckled, looking amused. "At least that's a step up from River and her pens." He trailed off, his voice wistful for a moment, feeling an ache at the memory. he cleared his throat and waved his flashlight off to the right.

"We need to go this way."

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[kings_thief]

[ From here]

Locke pushed the door open with his shoulder, shining the light around to make sure there was nothing waiting for them. Seeing the coast was clear, he moved out of the way and held the door for Donna. He pointed the light down the hall in front of them and smirked. "Down that way. We're close."

Maybe they'd get there in time before whatever magic 'reset' them each night. Hopefully...

[mateswithnobody]

"How long have you been here then, cuz I gave up on that after... let's say the second day I didn't get to shower properly," Donna sighed, but knew that to each their own. The Doctor was the same, thinking for the better rather than on what could really happen.

At least those types made for good leaders.

Donna peered down the hallway, nodding. "Yeah. I didn't hit any kitchens, but I've been up this way before. Don't have to worry about me running out on you before we get there or anything."

[kings_thief]

Yeah, that wasn't the first time he'd heard that but it was still a little sad to know some people had lost a bit of hope in this place; not unexpected, but sad. He'd gotten close, but he'd promised himself he'd remain as hopeful s ever at least for his friend's sakes rather than his own. "Three days and four nights: that's how long." Yet it felt like so much longer. He couldn't imagine what it felt like for people like Edgar who'd been here for weeks.

He smiled back at her, continuing on. "I didn't think you would; you don't seem like the type. I'm just letting you know in case we have to run."

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