Night 44: Main Hall, 2-Center

[should_be_dead]

[From here]By now, Tenzen had to switch on his flashlight to see where he was, considering he had never visited this area before. The beam of light, though small, would be more obvious than the ninja would like, but he'd choose that over traversing these halls aimlessly. After all, there were many directions upon the second floor

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[poolcuemurder]

[From here]

Hm... this was the area above the Sun Room. Curious, he stopped what he was doing in order to peer down into the room below. From the looks of it, that area was a prime target for hostile persons, meaning he'd need to avoid it at night whenever he could. It was good to know.

Said hostile person was also making little to no sense despite proving incredibly dangerous. While logic said to continue on in case they were spotted, the assassin was polite enough to wait for the other two. It wouldn't sit well with him to leave them alone, especially with Edward's injures and how the other boy looked as if a strong wind could break him in two.

[sanguinario]

It seemed Venom was quite accustomed to being a high authority, what with his penchant for throwing out orders and commanding, not merely giving advice

[timeseal]

Rolo was not exactly asking for, not expecting such a ... technical explanation. All he could gather was the information that was nothing new: This person, the boy at least, knew about Britannia but claimed it was no longer called that. Still, something didn't add up; Rolo didn't know much about history until he enrolled into Ashford, and even so, he only studied it so he could keep up with his brother. So all this talk about 'Romans' and the 'sixth century' sort of went over his head.

What was it with this place and people not knowing about Britannia? Rolo was about to interrogate the injured boy some more, determined to get some sort of reasonable explanation when the boy suddenly fell onto the ground

[poolcuemurder]

Venom had turned his attention back to the scene below as he waited for the others, at least before Edward proved himself incapable of staying useful for an entire night and proceeded to completely lose his mind.

Of course this night couldn't be a simple one. Of course he couldn't find anything of assistance or find any information by the time the wheels dislodged themselves from the track and his entire night derailed. Not only that, but this was the second time Edward had lost himself, blabbering (song? What song?) and causing himself grievous brain injury. Venom was beginning to think the boy might have been a liability

[screwthegods]

[ From here]The hallway wasn't empty, but the patients there seemed distracted by their own problems, which suited Homura's purposes well enough. Once they'd left the previous hall, it was only a few short steps to the door in question. Hopefully that distance would be enough to calm Hanatarou; Homura could ill afford to have their healer remain paralyzed with fear when they were so close to a major battle

[ninelivesonce]

"Nice timing," Taura hissed as she jogged ahead of Nataku. She still didn't know what that thing had been, but she was not curious enough to try to find out tonight. "Thanks."

A shirt and a few inches of hair were low, as prices for inattention went. Walls are not walls was a lesson she should have learned the night before, in the same hallway. This time it took; she wouldn't be caught that way again. And it looked like everyone was here, or had just been; whatever had delayed them had left less mark than her misadventures

[notachick]

[from here]

Safe. Relatively. Okita slowed just slightly as they managed to escape that hellish creature unscathed, jogging up to where Homura and an unknown woman stood. She was standing like a military man would, like he'd seen in pictures of the sailors from the Black Ships and the Dutch sailors. And she was...unusually tall. Especially for a woman. It would mean this had to be Taura, the other person whose name had been on one of the notes.

The others seemed to be absent for the moment, but that information paled in comparison to the fact that Homura was bloody. Was he injured? Or had they already been attacked when Okita hadn't been there? "What happened?" he asked, not bothering with pleasantries at the moment. He figured Homura would know what he meant and Taura would have to forgive him for his momentary rudeness. Ayumu would be coming soon anyway, and that presented its own set of problems. Homura was, again, not likely to be pleased with Okita's decision, but the more hands, the quicker this would go.

[screwthegods]

Homura didn't miss Taura's look of curiosity when he rejoined them, and even silently approved of it. The room, after all, was supposed to be one that remained inaccessible to the patients as a whole. That meant their secret had remained just that: theirs, and secret. "We've been able to access this room for a time, yes." Wondering just how she would react, Homura continued. "But what lies within is extremely dangerous. You'll be able to tell that just by the sheer number of people here, along with their caliber. And I can't spend every night coming to this room." Injury alone would have prevented it, if not the sheer manpower required. "So we've kept our knowledge secret

[quarter_english]

[From here.]

L moved into the center hall, swinging his flashlight back and forth. It made him feel like a moving target: while it might help him see something that lurked in the shadows, it also made his own presence much more obvious. On the other hand, there was still the possibility that anyone threatening might be visually dazed by the light before managing to become a serious problem; he and Dr. Jones might have a head start in escaping.

This had not worked so well when they were attacked downstairs.

[its_the_mileage]

"Yeah," Indy replied, skirting the green splatters in the middle of the hallway--not that he normally cared much about what got on his shoes, but who the hell knew what was in that stuff. He also noted a couple more of those giant cockroach carcasses. So that was where the big bugs had been tonight

[whos_da_man]

[from here]

"Hey--" Junpei then thought better of making any attempt to explain and/or defend his god-given right to scream when presented with evil prehensile attack hair and hands that came out of cute girls' heads. As it was, Evangeline didn't seem angry with him which he translated into her granting him more time before she went all demon on him. Hopefully, he'd just bought himself, like, a week. Maybe two.

"It, uh, allows me to invoke my Persona," Junpei replied about the evoker, pulling the bottom of his shirt to cover the butt of the device. "I really don't know how it does that, but it does." He then scratched the back of his neck.

"Umm... Eva-chan? Can you, like, not tell anyone about... you know... Trismegistus and me and exactly how I burninate things? It's supposed to be... kind of a secret."

[bullygeneraleva]

"So you spend your free time shooting yourself in the head with something you don't understand the workings of in the least." Evangeline was badgering him more for the fun of it - or at least, to assuage her own irritation - than out of any real bewilderment at his behavior; humans were, in general, at the mercy of much they did not understand. Taking advantage of some mysteries where they had managed to was nothing surprising. This was just a particularly egregious example that lent itself to deployment to rhetorical effect.

"A secret from who?" Evangeline asked. "Try to remember where we are, Junpei. I'm supposed to be a secret too."

Of course, at the rate the boy was going he'd probably have blown the mages' cover entirely inside a decade. Chao's plan probably hadn't even been necessary.

[whos_da_man]

"I trust my senpai who understands how they work. Her evil bastard of a grandfather and his scientists created them, after all," Junpei replied with a minor glare. "And I'm not like the others with no ties to the explosion and the whole experiment that allowed Persona to be discovered. I'm just... I dunno. I just have the potential. Whatever that means," he added on with a grumble.

"Okay, so maybe you have a point, but there is a difference between waving a hand and casting a bufu spell like you did and shooting yourself in the head to call a giant inhuman creature to make shit happen," he said. "Also, if my senpai ever come back - which I hope they don't - I kinda don't want to be in trouble for having, like, flashed my Persona to everyone."

[bullygeneraleva]

Self-important little brat, wasn't he? Evangeline thought without the slightest trace of irony. 'Waving a hand and casting a spell...' as though that were on some lesser plane.

"I can take demons that could use that thing as a toothpick," she boasted. "That's the kind of difference that really matters. Needing some special ritual just makes it less impressive, in the end. And if your dear seniors ever come back they'd do well to figure out that they're a lot better off using every advantage they have than trying to keep a secret from a bunch of outworlders who'll never know that it's special or means anything unless you tell them yourself."

Which he'd just done, of course.