Night 48: Stairwell by Waiting Room 1

[mizuhomaiden]

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Oh yeah, Yukari had asked about her injuries. There was still some gauze wrapped about her left hand, currently holding the pillowcase, but it wasn't anywhere as heavily bandaged as it had been the day before.

"Mostly healed. Saw the bird again last night, so I made it pay for its debut."

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[mind_the_sukima]

"Of course," Yukari replied with a smile. "After all the work you put into tonight, I thought it would be nice to break out something special." Well, she probably would have worn it regardless since it was new but it just so conveniently happened to be the night of their date. Well, she'd have to remember not to wear this often, or it would lose its value.

She laughed a little at the ninja's tale of revenge.

"Ah, not a bird I'd envy being," she jested as they topped the stairs.

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[mizuhomaiden]

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"Before you arrived. I think."

Sheena gave a bit of a shrug. "I met this guy there and we conned the man running the candy place into giving us a bar to send home to 'our dear little sister'. I've been saving it for the most part."

[mind_the_sukima]

Yukari just smirked and enjoyed the ninja's embarrassment as they walked. This kind of cute reaction - well, she hadn't gotten it out of the girl until she'd gotten to know her better, so it wasn't what had attracted her, but it was certainly something that she enjoyed about the ninja now.

"Oh? Then we should hurry and eat it before it gets any older," she said eagerly. She was only looking to prevent the disappointment when Sheena one day bit into her fudge and found it to be hard and stale, not because she wanted to have half the bar to herself right now. Not at all. "Chocolate keeps for a while, but it won't last forever~"

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[vbyv]

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Faith edged gingerly around the corner leading into the stairwell. Narrow spaces, not her thing. But there didn't seem to be anything waiting to eat her face off.

She started up the steps, not at a jogging pace, but not a walk, either. She wasn't claustrophobic by any means, but if there was anybody living their life expecting to get into a fight at any second who liked confined areas, she hadn't met them yet.

Ugh, if she could only know what the hell she was supposed to be keeping an eye out for. She doubted there would be vampires nesting around here and that was just a damn shame. She liked vamps. Vamps she could deal with.

...Once she got her hands on a sharp pointy piece of wood, that was, but whatever. Point stood.

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[anemptydecapo]

[ Running from down here]

...Get up the damn stairs, get up the damn stairs, get up the damn stairs, get up the damn stairs...

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[theroadsofar]

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It was always tempting to charge up stairs. He'd learned a long time ago that if you didn't want to get jumped at that top that you took it nice and cool, and didn't rush it if you didn't have to. Generally wasn't a race to the top unless something was charging and then it was a real good idea to start hauling ass. Dean adjusted the beat-up duffel bag strapped across his back, shining the flashlight ahead.

It flickered again.

Awesome.

Man, he hoped he'd at least make it past the hall they got attacked. It wasn't gonna be easy to dodge some dead chick with a sword fetish if his flashlight died on him in the middle of an ambush.

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[tartaros_avatar]

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"The most likely place to find tools is on the way to where falsified possessions are kept," Recluse said quietly, eying the staircase up ahead. There were sometimes enemies here, most notably some sort of invisible air spirit that unfortunately seemed indestructible by means available to humans without sufficient technology.

"There may be creatures or brainwashed patients standing in our way. I can usually hear or see them coming, but I would be much obliged if you kept watch behind us."

[mistressmadgirl]

"Good." At least it would be on their way, then, and though Recluse's concern spoke of more than rats Agatha still wasn't too worried. The brainwashing was interesting, even if it was looking less and less like this could be Lucrezia's work, so she made a mental note of it.

Then she half-turned, with her light, to take a look behind them right now. Nothing strange yet. "No problem," she added agreeably.

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