Nightshift 31: Experimental Treatments Laboratory

[bastard_sadi]

[ Coming from here.]Daemon stepped into the next room and quickly shone his light around the room. There were beds here, seemingly empty, and his light illuminated tables between the beds, a desk against the far wall, and a cabinet set between two other closed doors off to their right

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[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he walked into the room. There was something in the air, a tension that just made his skin crawl and his back itch where his wings should have been. He gave a curt nod as he walked over to the cabinet, clenching and unclenching his fist as he half expected something to pop out at him.

He opened the cabinet and had to squint as the only light was from Daemon's flash light. "Some sort of syringes," he grunted, pulling a few out and uncapping one of the needles. "Empty though I doubt such a tiny pinprick will work as a suitable weapon."

[damned_monsters]

Shadows moved beneath the bed. They flowed and twisted until a shape was clear between the beds. It was dark black and mottled gray, blending into the darkness and difficult to see. There seemed to be no eyes on it, and when it moved its outline was almost canine. Lean and long. But its flesh was rotting and sickly, it had no fur, and its front legs ended in single, large claws that looked more like scythes than anything natural.

One could only wonder if it had a mouth in its deformed, eyeless head.

(fey)

[highlord_ofhell]

Something caught at the corner of Saetan's vision as he moved to check out the tables by the beds. "Don't dismiss those little pricks," he told Lucivar, and started to say, "Even--"

But he stopped and stared at the canine form. "We have company." As if they couldn't see for themselves. He backed off so the three of them could try to face this enemy together. He liberated one of his pens from the confines of his journal and held it at the ready like a knife.

[bastard_sadi]

Feeling a shiver tingle down his spine in warning, Daemon had spun around the moment the shadows started to move, his gaze going to the... thing emerging from beneath the beds even as Saetan called a warning to them.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed to wheeled stool from beneath the desk and rolled it towards his brother. The Eyrien was closer and could intercept the thing faster than he. "Lucivar, here!" he called the warning as he sent the stool rolling across the tile to his brother, even as his golden eyes searched the room for something he could use as a weapon besides the pens he was equipped with as well. He laid eyes on the metal tables placed between each of the beds before debating the distance and beds still separating him and the creature.

Knowing he could be of little help unarmed, he broke into motion, vaulting over the closest bed to him, the last in the row of six, and reached for the small table. It was unwieldy, but it would do.

[31st_of_china]

[from here]

That sterile feeling seemed to seep into this room too. There were several beds here, unoccupied, as well as a desk and cabinet. The cabinet was open, which more than likely meant that someone had raided it already.

[qui_gonjinn]

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