Nightshift 45: 2nd Floor Kitchen

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[From here]The door swung open, revealing the destination Sho had in mind: the kitchen, home of all things flame-inducing. That was the plan, anyway. Even though he didn't think it would work, the mathematician's fingers found the light switch and flicked it a few times. Nothing. Oh well, that's what he had his flashlight for

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[wtf, stray open italics]

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Even if Sho had heard Haine's comment, which he hadn't, he wouldn't have been offended and even if he had been offended, which he wouldn't have been, he wouldn't have shut up anyway. Different method, same result.

Fork, tongs, spoon, next drawer!

Measuring cup, measuring spoons, toothpicks, next drawer!

Skewers, hotpads, matches. There we go.

More importantly was the red-handled tool with the black nozzle: a barbecue lighter. Giving a chuckle, he pocketed the book of matches and held up his prize, shovel under one arm.

Click. Click. Fwoosh"Objective obtained!" he said with a satisfied chuckle. He let the flame go out at Haine's call, turning to see what the monotone module was up to

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"Once I get my flamethrower assembled, no metal matrix can stand in my way!" he cackled gleefully, pocketing the paper cutter arm for the moment. Taking a moment to look about, he decided that unless he could somehow transport the oven and stuff Joshua in it, there wasn't much of use left for him. There was, however, another door.

"But first, let's see what other angles we can add to our arsenal," he said, making for the pantry and heading inside.

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Coming back out into the larger room, Sho couldn't help but grin at the mess they'd made; what he wouldn't give to see the face of whatever fractal faker came in here to find it in the morning. Chuckling, he made his way to the door, kicking an eggbeater out of the way as he went.

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If anything was going to burn, it was going to be them. The sound of the door swinging open and their voices and the racket they made as they went through the drawers was enough to wake her. Not many came her way, actually, so the mere fact that someone was so bold was enough to make the creature heave herself out of her slumber, cracking her coal black eyes open. Unlike her brethren, she was beautiful by comparison. A thin feminine torso arched gracefully from the spider's abdomen, the eight legs spreading a good six feet wide to support her frame. Her hair was platinum blond and short, framing what should have been a pretty face. Instead, her mouth was split wide, almost too wide for her face, and when she breathed, puffs of smoke escaped her lips. Her skin was mottled red and gray, and gave off such a peculiar glow, like that of dying embers buried beneath ash. And on each hand, where her fingers should have been, were long curved claws, sharp as razors

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"Well, there's this one yoctogram that I've been trying to square away for a while," said Sho, chuckling at the thought. With the noise from walking through the mess they'd made and the conversation, he didn't even notice another presence in the room until it made itself known.

"Burn..."

Sho's head snapped up to see a wall of flame coming down at them, prompting him to jump out of the way and hit the ground in a clatter of kitchen utensils and various things banging around in his jacket. His aching ribs did not appreciate the sudden impact and he gasped in pain before he could muster a verbal response.

"What the factor!?" he yelled, scuttling away on his back and throwing the bag of chocolate chip cookies at the oncoming octagonal hanging from the ceiling. He was going to need both hands for fighting and unfortunately the cookies just didn't rate high on his list of priorities.