Night 28: Men's Bathrooms (M1-M40)

[screwthegods]

[ From here]Homura's steps grew progressively faster, though perhaps the demi-god himself wasn't aware of it. The trip was made in silence, Homura falling into familiar thoughts as they walked. Plans for the next day, contacts that needed to be made, goals that needed to be set. Kenshin and Kenren needed their weapons, and then they could do more

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[notahangedman]

[from here]

Seishirou was admittedly relieved when he found the bathroom. Patterns rarely failed, but there had been such cases. This fortunately wasn't one of those.

He wasn't exactly surprised to see someone else in the bathroom as well, but hardly pleased either. He was wounded and already feeling himself weaker than he had been since dying. Not the perfect time for socializing for sure.

Steps falling softer, he pulled Subaru to opposite direction towards another tab.

[broken_babylon]

Subaru wasn't exactly thrilled that they had company, either, but at least it was no one he knew or would feel compelled to talk to. They looked to be in reasonably good health, at least compared to him and Seishirou, so there was no need to be concerned for them.

As for Seishirou... Subaru sighed internally and decided to just temporarily say 'to hell with it all' and give up struggling with himself. He was wounded and needed help, Seishirou was wounded and needed help. A state of detente was just practical, at this point.

"Do you think you can still manage that light? I need to get a look at your wound." He certainly couldn't do anything about his own, so, they might as well help each other. Just practical. Nothing wrong in it. Really.

[notahangedman]

"Sure," Seishirou murmured and moved forward slowly until his hip bumped against a counter. He let the staff clonk against the ground as he released it and Subaru's hand in order to travel his hand across the counter, palm flat against the cold surface. He smiled as he felt the texture under his fingertips.

Fingers dipping into his open wound to draw blood, he sucked in a quick breath as he could feel his own cold touch within his broken flesh. The pentagram was clear in his mind as he started drawing it, every movement measured and calm even if his breathing was getting ragged and quick.

It was a simple spell. Simpler than any of the others he had done yet. But it would serve its purpose. His eyes were still closed as the bloody pentagram started glowing, the light intensifying with every passing moment.

[opposingheaven]

So, this was where they got their metal from. If Homura had done this before, then Kenren assumed the damage didn't remain once day arrived which was a damn shame, but at least it gave them a limitless supply of good metal. That would definitely be a help.

He nodded at Homura and knelt down next to one of the sinks, examining the pipe beneath it before grasping it firmly. "Sounds like a good idea. He tugged it firmly, testing how strong it was, before starting to pull it, bracing himself against the wall to give himself a better grip on it.

He glanced up when the other two men arrived, raising an eyebrow as the man created a light out of nothing. Interesting, but not really enough to tear his attention away from more important things.

[screwthegods]

Homura really should have known that Kenshin would end up playing the friendly helper given the chance. In a way it was frustrating. He had a task, and that task did not involve helping random strangers. They'd been fortunate to not encounter any sort of creatures in the bathrooms thus far, but the demi-god doubted it was anything more than a matter of time before they did. And given the labor involved in their task, it was all the more important to have someone keeping an eye out for them, instead of on people who apparently had yet to realize the water at night was as likely to kill them as anything else

[opposingheaven]

Well, at least if Kenshin was dealing with them, then Kenren didn't have to. Not that he would have bothered anyway. He wasn't in a particularly altruistic mood at the moment.

The pipe came away in his hands finally, some of the black gunk oozing out over his hands and spraying his chest along with the blood from earlier. It stank. At least he wasn't wearing any clothes that couldn't be easily replaced.

He got better as he went along, taking out more pipes and piling them nearby where they'd be easy to reach if he needed a weapon in a hurry. A pipe on its own would work better than what he'd been using beforehand.

Finally, he glanced up at Homura, wanting to see how many of the things were left and what they could move onto next.

[screwthegods]

Kenren and Homura worked well together. The bathroom only had eight sinks, and even with their strength so reduced, the pair managed to clear the first six with relative quickness. The final two, however, were impossible to get to thanks to the intruders, and Homura briefly met Kenshin's gaze before he moved to rejoin Kenren, the look a silent order to get them out as soon as possible.

Getting swords was hard enough. Homura didn't intend to run out of metal on top of the other difficulties.

"Keep your stock close to you." He spoke quietly, leading by example as he put his pipes into the pillowcase. "Grab them the second you hear the start of the announcement to end night. You'll wake up only with what you're holding."