[From here]"Well, let's hope it's not lying in wait for its own revenge tonight," said Yukari, only half-joking this time. "Or anything else lying in wait for them, for that matter
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"So, where did this fudge you claim to have come from?" asked Yukari as they strode out into the main hallway. There was another woman there, but the youkai barely payed her any mind. If anything, her presence was a better indicator that nothing was going to jump them. Unless, of course, she was going to jump them.
Well, let her try. Yukari wasn't really sure what this pact would do for her powers with the way they were limited here, but it had her feeling confident nonetheless.
The heat on Sheena's face might as well lit the hallway up for them. What use was a flashlight when the youkai had her very own Dayglow Ninja. The words coupled with the feeling she was picking up from Yukari rendered her incapable of speech for a bit.
It wasn't until they were almost at the stairs that she managed to form word.
Nothing again. How long was this gonna go on? It was tripping her out, this whole suspension of action deal.
Faith swung her flashlight up on the ceiling, just to be sure. She'd spent a lifetime having things drop down on top of her head, and seriously? Not the funnest way to get introduced to your enemy. Claws got tangled in your hair, teeth snapped at your nose. No thank you.
But it was empty up there. And around the corner. And pretty much everywhere else she could see without taking a poke in places, so she figured she was clear to move forward.
Regardless of his sprinting up the stairs in a blur of black and white thanks to that pathetic onset of terror and rage, Venom calmly dodged back into the shadows once away from the stairwell as though that burst of negative emotions never happened. As far as he was concerned, it didn't. Assassins did not have emotions. They did not show emotions. They did not let emotions get in the way of their duties.
Sigh...
He did notice the lone woman in the hallway, but opted not to confront her. Her business wasn't his. He had to get what he came for tonight and move on.
As expected, this hallway was empty. That was fine. It wouldn't do for him to pay attention to anyone else right now anyway. If he got caught up wondering about unnecessary things while on a mission, he opened the option for failure. Failure was not an option.
From what he remembered from both the map and from having visited it before, the chapel should be nearby. Then he could fulfill his promise to Edward and receive the due payment.
Why was he even trusting a vampire for this...? He really was naive.
Second floor. Dean paused to take as best a look around as he could with the flashlight, listening real hard, before he moved on. Provided that dead chick had moved on or had a day off today, it should be easy going just down that one hall.
Tifa almost headed the same direction as last night, into the run room, before she stopped mid-step and began to hug the left wall of the main hallway. She wondered if another patient had been brainwashed to wander like a wraith in the spacious room.
Her first impulse was to check, but it was thankfully short-lived. After the difficulty the three of them had last night just keeping out of Luke's way was enough to deflate her charitable idea. If she had others to help, maybe, but she didn't, and there was no sense adding herself to the body count.
Instead, she took a third left up a smaller corridor, still chewing over her regret and impotence.
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"So, where did this fudge you claim to have come from?" asked Yukari as they strode out into the main hallway. There was another woman there, but the youkai barely payed her any mind. If anything, her presence was a better indicator that nothing was going to jump them. Unless, of course, she was going to jump them.
Well, let her try. Yukari wasn't really sure what this pact would do for her powers with the way they were limited here, but it had her feeling confident nonetheless.
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It wasn't until they were almost at the stairs that she managed to form word.
"Doyleton. Couple weeks back."
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Nothing again. How long was this gonna go on? It was tripping her out, this whole suspension of action deal.
Faith swung her flashlight up on the ceiling, just to be sure. She'd spent a lifetime having things drop down on top of her head, and seriously? Not the funnest way to get introduced to your enemy. Claws got tangled in your hair, teeth snapped at your nose. No thank you.
But it was empty up there. And around the corner. And pretty much everywhere else she could see without taking a poke in places, so she figured she was clear to move forward.
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Regardless of his sprinting up the stairs in a blur of black and white thanks to that pathetic onset of terror and rage, Venom calmly dodged back into the shadows once away from the stairwell as though that burst of negative emotions never happened. As far as he was concerned, it didn't. Assassins did not have emotions. They did not show emotions. They did not let emotions get in the way of their duties.
Sigh...
He did notice the lone woman in the hallway, but opted not to confront her. Her business wasn't his. He had to get what he came for tonight and move on.
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As expected, this hallway was empty. That was fine. It wouldn't do for him to pay attention to anyone else right now anyway. If he got caught up wondering about unnecessary things while on a mission, he opened the option for failure. Failure was not an option.
From what he remembered from both the map and from having visited it before, the chapel should be nearby. Then he could fulfill his promise to Edward and receive the due payment.
Why was he even trusting a vampire for this...? He really was naive.
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Second floor. Dean paused to take as best a look around as he could with the flashlight, listening real hard, before he moved on. Provided that dead chick had moved on or had a day off today, it should be easy going just down that one hall.
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Tifa almost headed the same direction as last night, into the run room, before she stopped mid-step and began to hug the left wall of the main hallway. She wondered if another patient had been brainwashed to wander like a wraith in the spacious room.
Her first impulse was to check, but it was thankfully short-lived. After the difficulty the three of them had last night just keeping out of Luke's way was enough to deflate her charitable idea. If she had others to help, maybe, but she didn't, and there was no sense adding herself to the body count.
Instead, she took a third left up a smaller corridor, still chewing over her regret and impotence.
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