Night 44: Second Floor Kitchen
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The light from the flashlight held up over Lunge's shoulder gleamed whiteback at him in the darkness from the walls. Metal glinted silver from the corners of his vision and handles winked from the doors of cabinets and lips of drawers. Only when he was sure that the work surfaces and tiled floor were completely free of life did he ( Read more... )
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Breaking away from the wall, he moved to the drawer she had emptied of knives and selected one- more designed for slicing processed lunch meat than severing flesh and gristle in combat, but it was sharp and sturdy and that was enough for him.
He looked up as she spoke, head cocked just a little to the side. She'd never heard the term 'inspector' before? Hmm. The clothing and ninja-esque abilities did suggest that the young woman had been taken from a time and place in which the police most likely operated very differently indeed ( ... )
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Dipping her hand into the water, the golden blood washed off and she cupped a handful of water. Bringing it to her lips, she tasted the liquid. Furrowing her brow, she tried it again. It wasn't the greatest quality of water and had a funny taste, but it was drinkable and the taste would be covered up with the spices.
Taking a cloth from a small stack nearby, the ninja dampened it and gingerly began cleaning the blood off her own face, wincing a bit at the tenderness of the cuts. Stupid monster.
"So how high is your rank? Sorry, but I've made it a point to not get involved with the Papal Knights back home and Sylvarant doesn't have any big organizations like that," Sheena said.
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But just what were the Papal Knights? Presumably they were made up sort of law enforcement in whatever country Sheena was from, but 'Sylvarant' wasn't ringing any matches in his databanks. Nor did it match any linguistic patterns he was familiar with, not even Japanese. And if she wasn't Japanese, what was she?
"High enough to overrule any officer operating outside of the BKA and most of those within it," and to get away with murder, Lunge added silently, "but low enough to answer to a Chief." The answer was purely mechanical; his mind was elsewhere as he turned from the counter to fix her with a penetrating look. "Just where are you from?"
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Back in the kitchen again, Lunge paused in the doorway to give the room a thorough sweep before slinking back in. The room was untouched, save by his and Sheena's hands. Eyes falling on the open drawers, a thought occurred to him suddenly and he started up a search again, this time for sandwich bags and napkins. At the same time as his hands rummaged through a nearby cupboard, his mind continued working on Sheena.
"'Heal'? You have some sort of powers?" Again, Lunge didn't sound nearly as cynical as he was. Good.
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When Lunge asked his question, Sheena just looked at him for a long moment. Hadn't she told him she was ninja - a guardian fighter even? They generally came with powers.
"Uh... yeah. I am ninja," she replied. "I have excellent control over my mana. And no, I'm not going to tell you everything I can do, but I can tell you it's not magic. I'm human - can't do common magic."
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And so they had finally made it. The kitchen was empty (where had the people who'd broken in ahead of them gone?), but it did smell of food, which obviously made sense. Was this where some of their meals got made, or was this only for the nurses?
That didn't really matter so much, though. They were here for a reason, and Sora started to scan his flashlight over the sizable room as he looked for spots where useful stuff might be stored.
The drawers were the obvious place to start, and so he moved over to open a few. He was mainly finding cooking utensils and things like that, but there had to be something good hidden away here, right? It just wouldn't be fair otherwise!
He turned back toward his two companions for the night. "Just grab anything that looks like it might be useful!" he explained.
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As they came nearer the kitchen door, she looked over the broken lock as she moved past. Sora probably had the right idea; it didn’t look like it’d been destroyed haphazardly or unintentionally, like from the result of a fight. The kitchen, too, seemed okay at first glance… A bit cluttered, though, which meant just about anything could be lying in wait.
She looked around. “What about raw materials weapons makers and others could use? Should we be looking at that stuff, too?”
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Somehow she managed to stifle any stray giggles and got to work; mainly, she was looking for anything sharp, but if Sora had any other suggestions she'd keep them in mind.
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He saluted at her just for the heck of it, but got back to business in regards to Tsubaki's question. "I think we should just grab anything that might be helpful, so yeah, raw materials would be good too." It would be nice if they could find some knives so the whole weapon-making process could be worked around, but he didn't know how likely that would be.
Until he opened a draw and saw a glint of metal. Lifting up his flashlight, he carefully grabbed out the knife and smiled to himself. It wasn't particularly large, but he doubted anyone would refuse this if they were offered it. "Well, that's a start!"
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