Nightshift 29: M1-M10 Hallway

[bastard_sadi]

[Currently from within M2]

Daemon been half afraid this night would be a repeat of last, that he would continue, night after night, to be trapped as a puppet of this place. An illogical fear, maybe, but there all the same. He'd been used for such things for far too long to not anticipate a re-occurrence. The relief he felt when none were

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[littlestrawdoll]

The servant was getting pretty damn curious over the manipulation of time in Landel's--it was apparent to him, at least, that there were smaller, more odd instances underneath the sweeping affects of whatever power had the general population at bay. For example, the fact that he saw his roommate Alec Trevelyan during dayshifts, but they never seemed to be in their shared cell at the same time.

Strange.

But at least he'd eaten his fill, and felt reasonably okay about travelling to the female cellblock on his own again--he doubted he could pull the same string of stunts he had last night, but at least he had enough energy to do something. Although honestly, he had a nasty suspicion he'd be spending most of it using the eye to check on other people, rather than physically defend himself.

Checking in with Ojou did seem to be his best bet. She'd made it through the bus debacle completely unscathed and (characteristically) unruffled, but that didn't offer any real reassurance.

[over to here]

M1

[muted_flame]

After his conversation with ZEX, Roy had returned to his room and found it rather difficult to focus on his dinner. The idea of some sort of otherworldly creature that had a certain attraction to humans -- well, it definitely wasn't something he had ever imagined he would encounter

Re: M1

[bond_off_lame]

[From here.]

One thing Axel always wondered was why the order of room numbers was reversed in the patient blocks. I'd make more sense to him if one to ten was situated from the doorway downwards respectively, but maybe that was just the layout of all mental hospitals. Still, the redhead found himself sighing distastefully as he meandered down the hall, shining his flashlight against the doors for their numbers.

It didn't take long for him to find M1, and without thought he reached for the doorknob and twisted it open. To Axel, Roy didn't seem to be the type that'd get caught by surprise in the middle of something, so the idea of actually walking in on something almost seemed far-fetched to him.

"Hey stranger, it's been while." The Nobody responded as he poked his head in the room, grinning causally over at the latter while he waited to be invited in.

Re: M1

[felled_hero]

Hughes wasn't that far behind. He slipped out of his room, knives secure up his sleeves and easily accessible.

He caught sight of the red haired man, half inside Roy's doorway. No waiting, good. Sure, he liked to be able to get Roy alone for a little while before they headed out, but time couldn't be wasted.

He had his own flashlight out, and came up behind Axel, clearing his throat to alert the other two men he was there.

Re: M1

[muted_flame]

They were there almost without delay. Just as Roy had been preparing to motion Axel in, Hughes came up behind him. It was almost enough to make the alchemist smile. It was good to have people to rely on, for once. It wasn't that he didn't have as much trust in some of the other people he'd had come along with him, but it helped that both Axel and Hughes were close by.

So, instead of asking them to come in, Roy simply got to his feet and headed for the door. He checked his pockets to make certain he had everything he needed - it looked like Axel already had a flashlight (along with some sort of weapon), so they were more or less set.

"It has been," he remarked back to Axel before nodding to Hughes. "I'd rather we just got moving, if there are no objections?"

[scintillatingly]

Not having a roommate around made things a lot more boring - Auel hadn't been the best company, but he was someone. It didn't help that it made Sora worry about what had happened to the other boy. He hadn't known him well at all, but had he disappeared? Or had what happened to Nowe happened to him, too

[scintillatingly]

[ To here. ]

[stray_shinigami]

[from here]

Renji continued to the room that should have been Daemon's. But he didn't even need to look inside or turn on his flashlight to know the man wasn't there. He couldn't feel his spiritual presence, which he should have been able to, this close.

Suddenly worried, he rested one hand against the wall and concentrated, searching for the spirit threads. Daemon's wasn't difficult to pick out; his spirit had a distinct resonance and flavor. To Renji's relief, it didn't lead upstairs, since this early in the night it could only mean one thing. Instead, it went in the general direction of the female block.

He let the threads fall away, momentarily reeling, the familiar tickle starting up in his nose. He'd figure out what to do once he wasn't dizzy any more.

[damned_monsters]

It lingered in the shadows of the hallway ceiling, waiting for the right opportunity. It could wait all night if needed, choosing not to waste valuable strength until the prime chance to catch its prey, but it would not need to. Lingering below it, arachnid eyes glimpsed a large man standing almost immediately beneath it. Cautiously the human sized spider positioned itself directly below its seemingly stunned prey and dropped, a quiet screeching sound warning Renji of its swift and deadly descent.

[David]

[stray_shinigami]

Still reeling from his effort, Renji would have been taken completely unaware if the creature hadn't made a small sound. He didn't pause to see what had made the noise; all he needed to know was that it was above him. He dove forward, trying to get out from under it.

[damned_monsters]

The spider landed gracefully as its prey ducked underneath and narrowly avoided its pinchers. It seemed to make an almost hissing noise in irritation that it had wasted its opportunity and swung at him with one of its massive front legs, aiming to knock him into the wall and pin him there before he could escape.

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse stepped out of his room, pulling on his Arachnos uniform's leather gloves. The clothing provided him no defensive advantage, but it felt so much better to be in the red and black uniform.

He stopped, watching a massive spider fighting a prisoner. Recluse knew spiders, and this one wasn't behaving right at all. Whatever had been done to it had made it a far less efficient predator than it should be.

Recluse turned, walking down the pitch black hall. If the spider couldn't even pull off a successful ambush attack, there was no reason to observe its performance. Small, armed prey could easily take out a spider if given a chance.