Night 48: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
[From over here]
As obscured as the dark around him made it, the Guild Head still withdrew the map Edward had gifted him with (which also brought to mind the question of the vampire's current whereabouts. He knew he commanded the man to stay inside for the night, but there was only so much say he had here anymore... Who knew if he'd be listened to, regardless of how much sense he was making?) and examined it closely as he walked. There should be a supply closet on side of the building - then it was only a question of what they had for him to work with.
For a brief second, a shiver of cold ran through his frame and forced him to stop in his tracks. Morbid curiosity demanded he turn to the source. The door to his left...
There were no sounds emitting from whatever was in there. There were no signs of danger, no signs of distress. Just a freezing aura of wrong crawling along the frame and tempting him to pry the door open, tempting him to see the atrocities inside that even he, a murderer, would look upon with disturbed eyes.
He hadn't even realized his hand had been ghosting over the handle until he had to pull himself away. Whatever was in that hallway wasn't his concern tonight. If there were anyone in there, someone else could help them.
Venom kept moving.
[ To here]
As obscured as the dark around him made it, the Guild Head still withdrew the map Edward had gifted him with (which also brought to mind the question of the vampire's current whereabouts. He knew he commanded the man to stay inside for the night, but there was only so much say he had here anymore... Who knew if he'd be listened to, regardless of how much sense he was making?) and examined it closely as he walked. There should be a supply closet on side of the building - then it was only a question of what they had for him to work with.
For a brief second, a shiver of cold ran through his frame and forced him to stop in his tracks. Morbid curiosity demanded he turn to the source. The door to his left...
There were no sounds emitting from whatever was in there. There were no signs of danger, no signs of distress. Just a freezing aura of wrong crawling along the frame and tempting him to pry the door open, tempting him to see the atrocities inside that even he, a murderer, would look upon with disturbed eyes.
He hadn't even realized his hand had been ghosting over the handle until he had to pull himself away. Whatever was in that hallway wasn't his concern tonight. If there were anyone in there, someone else could help them.
Venom kept moving.
[ To here]