[From here.]With both his hands full Sync had been expecting Anise to light their way, keeping his steps slow and cautious as he walked
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It was amazing Dahlia could even see the floor (and what a sight that was. Tiles. Oh, wow. She loved tiles.) in between the mass of hair and webbing in her face, so she just leaned her head against the back of Sync's and let him carry her wherever. Worried? Why should she be worried? If he tried to lose her, he'd be going down with her. Besides, they had little Annie along for the ride and they had to keep up appearances!
This never would have happened a week ago. The only paranormal happenings she had to deal with was her family and now look. She was up to her waist in zombies, men in spandex, and webbing that fused her face to a sociopath's head.
Really, she didn't have anything to say right now. She just tangled her fingers into the front of Sync's shirt like a scared little girl and kept her mouth shut.
They were really going to try to carry on like that? Anise should have known Sync wouldn't let anything slow him down, but wow, that was dedication. She didn't even know what he wanted to go to the basement for, but he seemed pretty determined to get there. What was his goal? She wanted to ask, but she couldn't exactly count on an honest answer, especially not with Dahlia right there.
Anise shook her head as she shone her flashlight around the kitchen. "Nope, I've never gone any farther than this," she replied. There wasn't any use in lying to him about that. She did know a few things about the basement from Guy, but she didn't plan on sharing any of that unless she needed to.
Just as Anise reached the middle of the room, the intercom began making noise again. The girl jumped at the sudden booming voice, then looked around with a confused expression as it began to drone on with a bunch of numbers. "Wha... what's it doingThe broadcast just got weirder and weirder until it finally began to fade into a low hum
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The kitchen was completely empty when Junior entered. It was kinda creepy, really, but now wasn't the time to let that sort of feeling get the better of him. Nigredo needed to take care of that wound, and then they had somewhere to be and something to look for. Next thing we know, there'll be some super-ancient reptiles showing up out of nowhere and attacking or something, he thought as he glanced around at the dark room. It was half a joke, and made him feel a bit better about the place, but his grip reflexively tightened on the sword.
Junior felt along the wall with his free hand, hoping to come across a sink or to feel some sort of cloth under his fingers. It took a minute, but his hand did finally run across ceramic that dipped down into a basin. His brain automatically thought Something's gonna bite me, I bet as he felt around in there, though he found terrycloth first. "Got it!" he announced, grabbing it and turning back toward the door, holding it out for Nigredo to take. Then, "What about you, Albedo? You're not
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Albedo's attention slid fluidly between his siblings, synapses firing in different directions. His twin had picked up a mouth here, that was certain. And Nigredo. The liar. Albedo gave him his best disapproving glare to counter the youngest's blank expression, then just shook his head. Rubedo was walking off again, and so Albedo repaid the action from earlier--grabbing under Nigredo's good arm to brace him as he got up. The middle Variant's lips were thinned into a line, watching the darkness where his other heart had disappeared into. And wasn't that just
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The disapproval from either sibling came as no surprise (aside from Rubedo's questionable choice of words). The hand, in contrast, took the boy completely aback. A glimmer of the emotion flashed across his face, only for Nigredo to reason the act away a second later and bring himself to a stand. Rubedo had already gone into the other room.
The place they reached next looked to be a kitchen, though most of the equipment there registered as foreign to the youngest. And clean. Even in the dark, he could tell there was virtually nothing mismatched and out of place. Or better yet, not on fire, as was the association he held with the setting
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Just when he thought he'd try to be nice, try to at least start making amends in the smallest ways possible, Albedo had to go and say that. It would've been fine if it was only the redhead that he'd been insulting, but his twin had gone beyond that. Irritation flared up again, but this time Junior bit back a bitter response, clenching his jaw and forcing himself not to yell at his twin again. Yeah, you're more than okay. Fine. See if he tried to break that silence again, since Albedo seemed to prefer it. He couldn't contain at least an eyeroll that came of its own accord as he turned back to examining the room.
An entrance to the basement through the freezer. Finding something like that would be more than enough distraction...except it looked like the door they needed was already open, but it didn't matter. It was like it was waiting for them, or else someone else had already come through here. The redhead approached it, still trying to squash the urge to hit his twin instead. "Guess this is what we're looking for."
It was empty in here. Good. That meant he wasn't going to have to expend his rapidly decreasing energy for anything else this night. Still, he kept an eye on the doors to the cafeteria in the off-chance they were being followed. Call it healthy paranoia (though any of his paranoia at this time was likely less healthy and more in the steadily 'trying not to lose his mind' department).
"If the water doesn't run," he started, moving to the shelves to drop his bat and look for anything sharp enough to cut through cloth, "there has to be ice in the freezer. If the electricity is off and the ice has melted, at least there's water." It came out surprisingly weak, but, for some reason, every movement of his body felt more and more forced and it was obviously taking a toll on his usual commanding presence. He kept moving though, determined to make up for his failures with the other group.
It normally wasn't his place to help those who needed it (he was an assassin. He killed people for a living. Why was he helping them?), but
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It seemed impossible to concentrate on the task at hand, his mind offering pain in sacrifice for the ability he thought he had lost only a short time ago. The images were disjointed, the edges burned black like a old, unpreserved film reel - Mother; a blond woman, hair coiled around her like serpents; a blind man, his unnatural voice still chanting, screaming, screaming - and now the quick, shuffling images from his Jun, a bold statement contradicting his roommate's seemingly quiet demeanor. Unlike the other man, Jun was not handling them well, either.
Shield, shield. Imagining a brick wall, a steel door - any metaphorical wall to keep the onslaught of memories and pained thoughts from flooding his already fatigued mind. The pressure only seemed to grow... it had never been so bad. The thoughts he heard were always unwelcome, invading and violating his own perception, but always manageable. Always... subject to filter.
Not now. It was either hear everything or hear nothing at all.
What is this place?With the shorter man's words
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Venom took the shirt away, but the man began moving about the room immediately after, effectively giving him no time to examine the extent of the wounds. He wasn't a doctor, no, but he knew injuries and basic first aid well enough and had been perfectly willing to be of assistance despite his better judgment. With a small sigh, he went to follow behind him, placing the burned cloth on the counter for now--
"Venom." Her voice cut through the air again, exasperated and condescending just from having seen him. "Finally decided to show yourself?"
It was disconcerting to hear himself answer back, especially in a slightly younger and still emotive voice. There was no mistaking the hate in his words. "Why did you betray him?"
"Betray him?" She scoffed, unfazed. "Are you joking? He was only using me as a convenient chess piece. A woman has a right to do the same to him, you know."No. He wasn't listening to this. His hand tightened around the knife in his hand as he followed in the taller man's footsteps and began to search for a first aid
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[From here]Having assessed no immediate threats in the room, the princess immediately strode over to the various drawers and began systematically raiding them for anything useful. Anything not was immediately dropped to the ground
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Kagura looked inside the drawers and shelves, just in case there was something interesting in it. There were none, just a few kitchen utensils and a dead spider. She watched as Hime picked up the knife, noting that she too was a bit too interested in it for her own good.
But the pantry was near-by so that didn't stay in her thoughts for long. She was going to make a dash for it when she heard those magical words.
"Ice cream?" Kagura found herself standing beside Hime as if it were her instinct to respond. "Then what are you waiting for, Princess! Let's go! Let's go!"
So what if Hime spent a few moments looking the knife over from practically every angle? Until something better or more interesting presented itself, this was Hime's weapon for the foreseeable future, and it paid to be acquainted with one's weapons.
And there she went, hook, line and sinker. Motivating Kagura was really as simplistic as she thought. Not that Hime wasn't fond of ice cream, but honestly? She and her knife had more important things to do than have a late night snack.
Smiling in a way that may have been amused or just simply patronizing, she kicked open the door to the walk in fridge and headed inside.
Back in the kitchen at last. Wonka set down his bag on the counter, and began getting the usual set of random cooking utensils out of the cupboards. Plug in a range here, grab a pan there... it was almost therapeutic in a way, with all the ugliness of this place, to be able to retreat to his usual mode of existence from time to time.
"So, what does everyone want to try making tonight?" Wonka finally asked, after having gotten everything out (including the journal and broken chocolate he had brought with him). "I've got a few things to try out myself, but I'm open to suggestions for the group project."
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This never would have happened a week ago. The only paranormal happenings she had to deal with was her family and now look. She was up to her waist in zombies, men in spandex, and webbing that fused her face to a sociopath's head.
Really, she didn't have anything to say right now. She just tangled her fingers into the front of Sync's shirt like a scared little girl and kept her mouth shut.
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Anise shook her head as she shone her flashlight around the kitchen. "Nope, I've never gone any farther than this," she replied. There wasn't any use in lying to him about that. She did know a few things about the basement from Guy, but she didn't plan on sharing any of that unless she needed to.
Just as Anise reached the middle of the room, the intercom began making noise again. The girl jumped at the sudden booming voice, then looked around with a confused expression as it began to drone on with a bunch of numbers. "Wha... what's it doingThe broadcast just got weirder and weirder until it finally began to fade into a low hum ( ... )
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The kitchen was completely empty when Junior entered. It was kinda creepy, really, but now wasn't the time to let that sort of feeling get the better of him. Nigredo needed to take care of that wound, and then they had somewhere to be and something to look for. Next thing we know, there'll be some super-ancient reptiles showing up out of nowhere and attacking or something, he thought as he glanced around at the dark room. It was half a joke, and made him feel a bit better about the place, but his grip reflexively tightened on the sword.
Junior felt along the wall with his free hand, hoping to come across a sink or to feel some sort of cloth under his fingers. It took a minute, but his hand did finally run across ceramic that dipped down into a basin. His brain automatically thought Something's gonna bite me, I bet as he felt around in there, though he found terrycloth first. "Got it!" he announced, grabbing it and turning back toward the door, holding it out for Nigredo to take. Then, "What about you, Albedo? You're not ( ... )
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The place they reached next looked to be a kitchen, though most of the equipment there registered as foreign to the youngest. And clean. Even in the dark, he could tell there was virtually nothing mismatched and out of place. Or better yet, not on fire, as was the association he held with the setting ( ... )
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An entrance to the basement through the freezer. Finding something like that would be more than enough distraction...except it looked like the door they needed was already open, but it didn't matter. It was like it was waiting for them, or else someone else had already come through here. The redhead approached it, still trying to squash the urge to hit his twin instead. "Guess this is what we're looking for."
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It was empty in here. Good. That meant he wasn't going to have to expend his rapidly decreasing energy for anything else this night. Still, he kept an eye on the doors to the cafeteria in the off-chance they were being followed. Call it healthy paranoia (though any of his paranoia at this time was likely less healthy and more in the steadily 'trying not to lose his mind' department).
"If the water doesn't run," he started, moving to the shelves to drop his bat and look for anything sharp enough to cut through cloth, "there has to be ice in the freezer. If the electricity is off and the ice has melted, at least there's water." It came out surprisingly weak, but, for some reason, every movement of his body felt more and more forced and it was obviously taking a toll on his usual commanding presence. He kept moving though, determined to make up for his failures with the other group.
It normally wasn't his place to help those who needed it (he was an assassin. He killed people for a living. Why was he helping them?), but ( ... )
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Shield, shield. Imagining a brick wall, a steel door - any metaphorical wall to keep the onslaught of memories and pained thoughts from flooding his already fatigued mind. The pressure only seemed to grow... it had never been so bad. The thoughts he heard were always unwelcome, invading and violating his own perception, but always manageable. Always... subject to filter.
Not now. It was either hear everything or hear nothing at all.
What is this place?With the shorter man's words ( ... )
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"Venom." Her voice cut through the air again, exasperated and condescending just from having seen him. "Finally decided to show yourself?"
It was disconcerting to hear himself answer back, especially in a slightly younger and still emotive voice. There was no mistaking the hate in his words. "Why did you betray him?"
"Betray him?" She scoffed, unfazed. "Are you joking? He was only using me as a convenient chess piece. A woman has a right to do the same to him, you know."No. He wasn't listening to this. His hand tightened around the knife in his hand as he followed in the taller man's footsteps and began to search for a first aid ( ... )
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But the pantry was near-by so that didn't stay in her thoughts for long. She was going to make a dash for it when she heard those magical words.
"Ice cream?" Kagura found herself standing beside Hime as if it were her instinct to respond. "Then what are you waiting for, Princess! Let's go! Let's go!"
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And there she went, hook, line and sinker. Motivating Kagura was really as simplistic as she thought. Not that Hime wasn't fond of ice cream, but honestly? She and her knife had more important things to do than have a late night snack.
Smiling in a way that may have been amused or just simply patronizing, she kicked open the door to the walk in fridge and headed inside.
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Back in the kitchen at last. Wonka set down his bag on the counter, and began getting the usual set of random cooking utensils out of the cupboards. Plug in a range here, grab a pan there... it was almost therapeutic in a way, with all the ugliness of this place, to be able to retreat to his usual mode of existence from time to time.
"So, what does everyone want to try making tonight?" Wonka finally asked, after having gotten everything out (including the journal and broken chocolate he had brought with him). "I've got a few things to try out myself, but I'm open to suggestions for the group project."
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