Nightshift 40: F-A Block Hallway

[jokers_wildcard]

[from here]

Harley clicked on her flashlight and checked back and forth as she usually did. All clear. Alright-e-o! She moved as quickly as she could down the hallway. No monsters and no other people yet. She knew that changed pretty quickly around here so best to get a move on.

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[blessedaccel]

[from here]

Daphne flicked her flashlight on and hurried down the hall, past a few small knots of people who had gathered, probably meeting allies for the night. She paid enough attention to note none of them looked familiar, though she hadn't really expected them to, and kept moving. There wasn't really anything for her to worry about out-pacing, but it still felt more comfortable than lingering in dark hallways any longer than she absolutely had to.

[blessedaccel]

[to here]

[mitase]

[from here]

By the time Hanatarou reached the block he was out of breath and his headache was pounding even harder against his temples. He paused to lean against a wall for a minute, absently rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead as he took a second to recover.

Hopefully this "Colomar-san" wouldn't be too upset at being kept waiting. And hopefully she wouldn't be too badly hurt, either. He needed to conserve what reiatsu he had left, especially if he was supposed to go man the Clinic afterwards.

[mitase]

[going here]

[mitase]

[back from here]

Hanatarou slowed a bit as he went through this hallway - the initial bit of speed had been mostly for Colomar-san's benefit, to show her that he was really okay to go off by himself. Since he probably wasn't, in truth, he thought it best to conserve his strength for the more dangerous hallways.

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[cryingweapon]

[from here]

The entire hallway was almost pitch-black, curtesy of the flashlights held by a couple of people in the area. But it it was still scary travelling in the dark with no source of light to guide her. She positioned herself close to the wall, partially 'feeling' her way out to who knows where.

[cryingweapon]

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[she_is_ruin]

[from here]On her way out of the room--her room, she thought, sans personality and a ‘roommate’--Yomi turned on the flashlight in her hand, and once again surveyed the area while slowly meandering towards the exit. Change or no change, there wasn’t much to see. She’d learned a lot in only one night, a night that had ended more quickly than it should have

[she_is_ruin]

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[littlegoblinjr]

[following Daddy in from here for a talking to]

Harry had automatically followed his father into the empty adjoining hall, obedience too deeply ingrained for him to think of disobeying. His head was spinning as he tried to figure out just what the hell was going on here. His father was dead. He'd arranged the funeral himself, had spent almost all his time since then trying to get revenge on his murderer. But his father had also visited him here just days ago and had been alive and the same as ever. Now he was here, in front of him claiming he wanted to talk or more likely, he would talk and Harry was expected to listen.

This knowledge didn't stop Harry from asking nervously, "Dad? What's going on? Why are you here?"

[damned_monsters]

"I could ask you the same thing, Harry," Norman answered, fixing his son with a condescending stare. "Particularly because you seem to have been here longer than I have. But from what I've heard, this Landel seems to think he can keep Norman Osborn somewhere against his will."

He smiled dangerously and there was a hint of too-sharp teeth for a moment.

"We'll have to show him why you don't challenge an Osborn." His gaze was more measuring now, knowing that the 'we' can't have been missed. "I need to know that I have people I can trust by my side," he continued. "People who are... worthy."

He let the silence stretch out between them for a while before opening his arms slightly in something that might have been an invitation for an embrace.

"What do you say, son?"

[littlegoblinjr]

Still no explanation from his father as to how he was alive, but the way he was talking he must have been brought here recently. He had to have been brought back the same way Harry had, however Landel did it. Of course his father wouldn't take well to being kept prisoner, even if it was the only reason he was alive.

But Norman was still talking and now he was definitely suggesting something, but it couldn't be what he thought, could it? 'People he could trust?' 'Worthy?' It sounded like he wanted- But he'd never thought-

Harry didn't know what to think, overwhelmed by the possibility that his father thought he might actually be worth his time, that he might actually want Harry by his side for once and see him as something other than a huge disappointment. Swallowing, he stared at Norman a moment longer, finally realising what he might be offering. Ignoring the part of his mind frantically screaming at him about something Peter had said that first morning they met, that was reminding him that Norman had been - was - the Green Goblin

[damned_monsters]

Norman's arms enfolded Harry in a tight embrace, but his fingers seemed sharp and almost claw-like where they pressed through the thin cloth of his shirt. They dug into the younger man's skin, pulling him close as Norman whispered into his ear.

"You've made the right choice, son," he said softly. His lips stretched inhumanly wide, a rictus grin revealing rows of jagged, knife-like teeth. "I'm proud of you."

And then the thing that wore Norman's face sank its teeth into Harry's shoulder.