Night 60: Kitchen

[unheroed]

[From here.]Being at the head of a group of six was definitely a good feeling, even if it also meant that Harvey would be the first one to get attacked if something found them. His need to be in charge often battled with his own logical sense of self-preservation. Before the accident, the former had almost always won out, coupled with some urge to

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[oneman_onekill]

[from here]

The kitchen was empty; were they the first ones to come through? Niikura crept through the room, glancing back now and then to check and make sure that Shiina and Mike were right behind him. It really wasn't a competition to see who got there first, but it did kind of ruin the mystique of the moment when there were other people there. Kind of like accidentally stumbling upon another tour group. That just killed the buzz.

He aimed his flashlight at the door and frowned as he took in the busted knob. So they weren't the first ones to make it into the basement. But...how had these mystery others gotten in here in the first place? The cafeteria...was there another entrance? Ah, stupid question since they were all in the same boat anyway. Niikura glanced back. "Way's clear, it looks like. Someone else's done the dirty work for us this time."

[hiddenbadass]

"I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth," Mike stated, glancing between his two companions after running his eye around the kitchen. "So, we gonna grab anything sharp before we head down there, or are we going as we are?"

Mike could handle it with what he had now, but he wouldn't mind having a knife on him. If there was something they needed to cut through, his bats weren't going to do it. ... Bats. Ha. It felt weird--he hadn't really thought of Casey too much in years, besides seeing his memorial far too often and Don making the realization he was dead. It felt weird to be using one of his weapons of choice, now. All he needed was some hockey sticks.

The guy might've been Raph's best friend, but Mike still found himself missing him. He grew on you after a while, like hair in embarrassing places that humans never wanted to talk about. Casey had just been that sort of guy.

[requitedfate]

Not wanting to hog the spotlight? Right. Suuuure. Because a Shou never wanted to stick out and cause a scene. Shiina just rolled her eyes and followed the men into the next room without another word

[oneman_onekill]

[orz sorry this is so late!]

"I think I'm good," Niikura said, holding up his sword. "Don't wanna overload myself or anything." Because honestly, where on his person could he afford to put another blade? He shrugged. "But if ya wanna pick somethin' out, Mike-san, I won't stop ya."

He paused as another group went by. The basement sure was popular with people tonight, despite all those doom-and-gloom warnings he'd gotten from people.

[hiddenbadass]

"We should have somethin' small at least," Mike stated, starting to look through drawers in the kitchen. "Metal bats can't cut through stuff. Niikura's got his sword, but he's the only one with a sharp blade."

Mike began riffling through the kitchen, quickly searching through it. As he went, he started to get more annoyed. Finally, when he searched through the last drawer, he held up a butter knife, frowning at it.

"... Or I suppose we can go as we are. I'll grab a few knives to make sharper later, but there's nothin' we can use tonight."

They were at least metal. It was a start. He wondered if he could make any decent weapons out of them.

[requitedfate]

She stared at the group that passed by them on the way into the middle door. Some of those patients had to be literally thirteen years old! Was it even legal for them to be kept at a facility like this at their age? And if where they were going was dangerous even for someone like Shou then they couldn't possibly stand a chance