Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center

[donetakinorders]

[from here]It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling

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[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

Just as his light brightened, Edgar shut it off, throwing out an arm to stop Yuna. The familiar sounds of clashing metal rang throughout the stretch of hallway ahead of them- there was a skirmish happening somewhere in the darkness. While he was sure he could fight decently with his bare hands, flesh did little to defend against the blade of a sword.

"It seems our good fortune has run out," he said, taking a couple of cautious steps into the hallway. From where they were standing, he couldn't see who was fighting in the corridor, though he did see something odd: there was some sort of structure floating in the gap above the Sun Room. "What is that?"

[forcalmeternal]

As Edgar threw out an arm, Yuna aimed her light down-a half-remembered tactic to mask their presence while they discussed tactics for ambushing an enemy. Or if they were going to flee. "Is that...the sound of weapons?" she murmured. Hopefully not, but there was something there, and-

At Edgar's question, Yuna cautiously raised the light again. And then had to jerk it away a moment later, even though the light hadn't been enough to illuminate it that much and Yuna had only gotten a glimpse. Nothing good, she thought of saying, but that just seemed...very obvious. "It's-It's...I don't know. What-what do we do?" she ended up whispering.

[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar took one step forward, then another, trying to get a closer look at the mysterious structure suspended above the Sun Room. It was only after his third step he started to get the picture from the dim lights moving around the form: it seemed to be a mass of swords, held together by some unknown force, and- was that a person at the center of them? He had to stop himself from turning on his light again to get a better look- it was likely this being wasn't simply a tortured patient, but something more sinister or uncontrolled- an enraged Esper came to mind. Celes had warned him that this place was full of dangerous beings, and seeing the clash that was occurring before him, it seemed she'd been right. While he wanted to aid those defending themselves from the monster, he had to consider Yuna's safety, as well as the fact that he'd be more of a burden than an aid without some form of weaponry

[forcalmeternal]

If Yuna had a gun, she could have tried shooting at it, whatever it was. She could help the combatant or even combatants. The feeling of helplessness was far too familiar, and Yuna had to force it down to follow Edgar.

I do have magic! she nearly said, before remembering that she didn't. Even without the Grid locking her skills, she didn't. Yuna had to tighten her grip on the bat to keep from dropping it. No patrols. No Chocobo Knights, no Crusaders, not even summoner parties, not even sphere hunter groups. She didn't know that anyone-who wouldn't be ill-equipped-would be coming by to fight it.

"Y-yessir," she said softly, before they fled.

[thatmaskedchick]

[from here.]

"Batteries are good."

Dean sure was easy to soften up. Ruby gave him a sly smile, wondering if she should have started working on him like this at the beginning, over a year ago. Maybe it would have been a little easier if she had.

Oh well. Hindsight was 20/20, and Sam had always been the priority here, not Dean. Getting chummy with Dean made life more bearable, yeah, but whether or not he liked her didn't matter very much beyond that. By Ruby's time, at least, Dean had played his part. He'd taken Alastair's offer.

And that was that.

When Sam offered his knife, Ruby allowed herself to look appropriately shocked and grateful. "Seriously? You okay giving me this?" She took the weapon, handling it expertly. That, at least, she didn't have to fake. It felt good to have a knife back in her hands, even if it wasn't the knife. It wasn't nearly as heavy as what she was used to, but it would work just fine. "Thanks. I mean, really. Thank you

[exbride]

[OOC: Not entirely sure if it's my turn proper, but if you need me wait a few more posts, just shoot me a PM!]

When the young woman in this small group of people paused, Anthy stirred. From her place at the center of the halls, she could observe anyone who lingered instead of deciding to pass through quickly. The swords clanged and creaked about her frame, metal bustling against metal as she writhed in the air.

The pause was just long enough for a few to dislodge, stained with blood at the tips, and zoom forward to make a bid for the young woman standing nearby. Exactly three swords rushed down on her, their aim just slightly off to keep from potentially making fatal stabs, but zipping fast in the dark.

Deep gashes in any limb they could reach to start with would be ideal.

[allroadslead]

When you were on the hunt, you at least knew what the hell you were watching for. Demons left sulfur, temperatures dropped around spirits. Werewolves stuck to their hunting grounds.

Flying swords? That was a different game, all the way on the never saw that one coming end of the scale, and considering everything he'd seen in his life, that was a pretty impressive place on the spectrum to occupy. Seemed to be happening a lot.

Sam was one step behind Ruby when the flash of movement came at them, didn't have time to process anything in particular, just thought, What the hell?, and reached out instinctively to yank her back.

"Ruby!" Even with his hand on her arm, he was already tracking across the hallway, trying to-spirit, maybe, had to be, except it was impossible to tell. It clearly wasn't corporeal suspended like that, not like the creature from last night, and that essentially scratched off kill it as an option, and shit, either way, they really didn't have time for this crap. Didn't have time, didn't have...anything. Dean was

[theroadsofar]

Dean almost ploughed into Ruby when she stopped, catching sight of something a split second before he did.

What the hell? seemed to be a running theme here and seeing what looked like a chick strung up on a crapload of swords wasn't exactly every day, even for their gig. He would've been tempted to at least help her down - no way she'd be alive - except she was moving (not in that "I could be dying" kinda way) and that dumped her right outta the unfortunate bastard category and into the threat one. Dean felt something slicing through the darkness, whistling, an impression of a weight that he was willing to bet were those damn swords

[thatdamnedninja]

[From here]

Yuffie took in the scene, dark eyes unblinking. Yup, she'd been right; this was special counselling, it had to be. Not something she wanted to deal with. Not something she wanted anybody else to deal with, either. Her instincts nagged at her, indecision striking home in her gut, but she forced it all down and kept going forward. She'd have liked to help, really, she would've. It wasn't her fight, though; even with her shuriken, there was every chance that all she'd do is get in the way. And, she told herself firmly, she had other responsibilities tonight.

Something unsettlingly like pity sparked, down deep underneath. Special counselling was no picnic for anybody involved. With a soft intake of breath and an even softer sigh, Yuffie slipped and weaved through the shadows with all the expertise of Wutai's greatest ninja.

[Going here]

[dual_worlds]

((From here.))Whatever had been guarding the hallway was still there. That much was obvious. Whether it was engaged in battle with another patient was still unclear, though quite honestly, Spock didn't believe they were in any position to become involved even if that was the case. Dr. McCoy may have thought him heartless for thinking so, but the fact remained that it was his obligation to consider their actions in the most logical manner possible. After all, he wasn't in command of his life alone. McCoy's safety was important as well

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy wasn't pleased at all, but this time he kept his mouth shut. He was still smarting from Spock actually pulling rank. Spock had always had plenty up his sleeve to effectively end a debate half the time (some of the time, McCoy amended. Spock was usually losing the arguments), some of them pretty good... but he'd rarely ever fallen back on using rank to shut down an argument or debate, maybe because he knew it was the one thing McCoy couldn't contest.

He followed the Vulcan wordlessly, even as he tried to glare holes through the back of his head.

[over this way]