Night 50: Cafeteria
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The dark of the cafeteria took enough time to adjust to against the light and colour of what had occurred in the Sun Room that for a moment Lunge only waited by the door, too cautious to move any further into the room without being fully prepared. It seemed unlikely that two ‘guardians’ would be placed in such close proximity to each ( Read more... )
The dark of the cafeteria took enough time to adjust to against the light and colour of what had occurred in the Sun Room that for a moment Lunge only waited by the door, too cautious to move any further into the room without being fully prepared. It seemed unlikely that two ‘guardians’ would be placed in such close proximity to each ( Read more... )
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The idea that Jones had a plan was comforting, in its way, although L would not have described himself as someone who required that kind of comfort; in this case, it ameliorated his concern that a useful ally was going to get himself killed for nothing. Jones seemed to be staying in the Sun Room out of a feeling of responsibility for his younger followers, and L could understand this, but he hoped that Jones would know when to cut out. Dent, too.
He wondered again about the glint of metal he'd seen in Dent's hand, and frowned. Had Dent flipped a coin? The outcome of the flip of a coin was a flimsy basis for a decision which should have been obvious, particularly when it appeared that Dent was making the wrong choice.
The cafeteria itself seemed to be clear, but nonetheless, L took up a spot near Lunge, watching what was unfolding in the Sun Room. The woman's level of theatricality was absurd. Eye-shaped lasers? As he watched, he analyzed what had just happened ( ... )
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He watched, impassive except for a faint frown, as the scene unfolded in the next room. What can be explained by projection, and what is likely to be real? The woman, certainly, could be located somewhere on the balcony; the other Special Counseling patient might have been placed there to protect her operations. Yet was possible, he knew, even probable, that the woman was only demonstrating powers she truly possessed. A week ago, the ( ... )
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Now inside the cafeteria, Sheena stopped to rest against one of the tables, thoroughly exhausted from her wall climbing and door kicking failures and then the actual successes. It didn't help at all that she could continually feel Yukari's enjoyment in being evil.
She couldn't help but wonder what technique they'd used on her youkai. Was it like the one they used on Sheena or another, more common one. She held no illusions that Yukari was good by any means, but she knew that the youkai cared deeply about many things, that she would fight to the death to keep them safe. And that this... this being evil... was like child's play to the Youkai of Borders and Boundaries.
Swallowing, Sheena pushed her way into the Sun Room.
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Sheena pushed into the cafeteria and then stopped dead before the doors to the Sun Room. Through there was Yukari. Through there was something capable of terrorizing her. Something that already had. She was afraid, so very afraid.
A small whimper, that of a child, came from her lips then, but she made herself push the doors open.
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They were through. Taura let Teresa's hand drop, and rolled, coming up behind the counter. Still quiet. "You all right?" she hissed. Teresa had taken a lot more hits than she had, and Taura wasn't feeling so hot herself. The cool metal of the counter felt good against her bruised arms and bare shoulders, and she leaned into it. The air was cool against her back, too, and she wriggled a little, ignoring the stings. this was the second time she'd lost her shirt on the way to a mission -- but better that than her weapons. Or her strength. None of the damage was critical. It was just that this body didn't have quite the endurance (or the pain tolerance) of the one she was used to; it needed a few minutes to catch it's -- her -- breath.
"I don't think she's going to follow us." Or she was still playing with them, in which case nothing Taura said would matter.
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"Just peachy," she replied deadpan, taking the severed arm from her mouth and set it on the table next to her. With a rip of cloth, tearing the remains of her shirt from her left shoulder, Teresa took the severed limb up and then pressed it to the stump. Closing her eyes, cutting the gold light off, she redirected her youki, willing her arm to reattach.
...this wasn't working like it was supposed to. "Tch."
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She knew she’d been moved, but her memories were a little fuzzy, an effect the stone wasn’t responsible for. And that had pissed Yomi off, once she’d snapped to attention not in the lounge, where she’d been a second before, but in the cafeteria. She’d put an absent hand to her head, disoriented despite her best efforts to gather her wits. That hadn’t been like the nightly blackouts that sent them all back to their beds. Nor had it had seemingly had anything to do with Landel’s ring, since it was still intact, as her searching hand told her ( ... )
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And then Yomi came stumbling in, with exactly the same sentiment. Well, at least they were in agreement? And they had three again, if Teresa was in any shape to move once she'd finished. Then again -- Hanatarou had had trouble walking, after fixing a bone -- what would reattaching a limb do?
They'd better not count on moving anywhere else. "Are you all right, Yomi?"
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