Night 51: Recreational Field
[From here.]
When Locke opened the door, he was greeted by a rush of fresh air-something entirely unexpected, on his part. It was too easy, wasn't it? When he looked around, all he saw was a field, a shed, and walls that blocked him from being home free. Lucky me, he thought to himself, as he looked around the surroundings. So far, he'd managed to ( Read more... )
When Locke opened the door, he was greeted by a rush of fresh air-something entirely unexpected, on his part. It was too easy, wasn't it? When he looked around, all he saw was a field, a shed, and walls that blocked him from being home free. Lucky me, he thought to himself, as he looked around the surroundings. So far, he'd managed to ( Read more... )
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The soft breath of air that greeted Depth Charge as he eased the door open felt refreshingly crisp against his skin coming from the dark, claustrophobia-inducing tunnels of hallways behind him. All he needed was a couple of minutes to wake himself up and come up with a plan, and then he'd be ready to leave- the quicker he managed that, the better. The fact that his journey, no matter how short, had been completely hazard-free was enough to set him suitably on edge now that he was out in the open- if it hadn't happened there, it would happen here, and on an even greater and more creative scale. He wouldn't have been surprised to see a fully-grown dinosaur stalking around the perimeter. Admittedly, the last thing he'd run into out here had looked human- but he knew personally that things could change, and he'd still managed to break a couple of ribs while he was at it. Whatever was here would be dangerous ( ... )
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Suddenly the atmosphere changed. It wasn't so dark (though it was still dark), and the air was clearer. Recognizable. Celty's half-run held up as she turned her eyes upwards. Outside, the sky. That had been a door out! She turned to look back at the building to see if she could recognize it. It wasn't so large as any hospital she'd seen from the outside before, but then again, she'd only seen the hospital in Ikebukuro. Which... wasn't here. Looking from side to side, then back to the little fielded area proved that much. This wasn't Ikebukuro. No buildings bunched together or lights flashing in what was clearly the nighttime. This couldn't be that city or any city!
So where was she ( ... )
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Nor the notebook that Celty held out to the patient she hoped would come to her aid. At first glance, anyway.
On second inspection, however, Depth Charge might notice (or perhaps not, with his flashlight dead) that the lines that she had scrawled into place were moving, squiggling over the page as if they had come to life. Slowly, they shifted out of legibility and danced over the page, curling into symbols of no language in particular and then --
Slowly, but surely --
The formed the shape of an eye, simple in shape and messily delineated as if drawn by a child, but undeniably gazing at Depth Charge.
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"One more thing. It's 3004 where I come from. I know..." She looked back at Niikura, and gave a little laugh. "That sounds really crazy. I haven't met anyone here from as far in the future as me." There were people, and robots, from worlds as advanced as hers, though, which made her feel like less of an oddball. "It's not really that different. Except for the food, and the technology level, and the fact that you guys have cow and pine trees and-- Okay, it's pretty different."
Her voice trailed away as she felt the strange heaviness to the air out here, and when she spoke again, it was hushed. "Is it just me, or does this not feel very nice?"
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Slowly, the ground in front of the lightened in uneven patches. Grass came into view as if under a late-afternoon sun, rather than the pale light of the moon and stars. The walls of the field remained hidden in patches of darkness beyond their vision, but for now -- visibility improved.
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Like Leela, he too could feel something strange in the air, except that his intuition was also screaming 'BAD END'. Definitely not good--especially when he saw the grass start lighting up randomly. It was definitely not a result of his flashlight; it was something strange. Something foreign. Something...that he'd never dealt with. Oh wow, scary ( ... )
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Niikura wasn't going to get any argument from her. She hurried along with him as fast as she could. And she was pretty fast. She guessed there was never going to be any such thing as a normal night here, after all. Or maybe this place worked under the same definition of 'normal' as in 'normal delivery mission.' The kind that was stretchy enough to include Moon secessionists and dopes being crowned Emperor.
She told herself there was no reason to imagine icky tendrils of something invisible reaching for the back of her neck. She didn't even know if the whatever-was-doing-this had tendrils, icky or not.
New strategy, she thought. Get up that wall, and don't find out.
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"So...what sort of powers does a Kaioshin have?" Bucciarati said, still feeling as if he should address Kibitoshin with some sort of title. It was almost comical how it had gone from Kibitoshin apologizing profusely for nonexistent misdeeds to Bucciarati trying to make sure he showed proper respect to his new companion.
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"I'm not really like a god-god," he tried to explain as he pushed open the door for the three of them. "I'm not immortal, I just live for a really long time. Actually there are-- are supposed to be-- are usually lots of us around-" a brief flicker, just obvious enough by flashlight, "- so I'm not exactly really special, you know?" As for powers, well. He had to pause at that, looking thoughtful. "I'm still training, so I don't know about omniscience or omnipotence or anything like that, though my Ancestor can see people anywhere in the universe." Even if he only eve used it to watch ( ... )
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Then Bucciarati's eyes opened wide and he let out a small gasp. Kibitoshin was Jesus! Or, someone very much like Him, at least. Bucciarati didn't entirely know what to make of this. In any event, this was sure to net Bucciarati some good karma if he helped out the kaioshin. Bucciarati grinned and moved Sticky Fingers closer to the door ( ... )
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From the far reaches of the field, echoing from the left corner (or was it the right? or was it merely passing between?) there sounded a faint noise, hoarse and guttural and only vaguely human.
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The crisp night air hit him as soon as he stepped outside. The last time he'd been out here with Peter, it'd been dumping a crapload of rain. Tonight was decidedly much less wet.
Small favors.
Sam wasn't sure they'd even make it very far; the night tended to cut itself short with impeccable timing. As in, whenever he was close to anything useful. Still, it was worth a shot. Besides, it wasn't as though they had something better to do.
He was annoyed at the sense of aimlessness that line of thought brought. Slipping. But weren't they all? Even Ruby seemed to have no better clue of what to do other than keep her head down. He couldn't blame her, but it was telling.
"By the way," he began, "those rings, what do you think? The blood magic, I mean." He glanced at her. "You ever heard of something like that before?"
She was the witch here. His knowledge of the occult was less hands-on than hers.
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By stepping into the field tonight, Sam and Ruby had inadvertently stepped into blood. There was familiarity here; recognition in one and a curiosity that was less and more than human in another. The darkness around them deepened, lengthened until the walls grew first indistinct and then invisible, the shadow of each blade of grass extending and melding into one another.
With the darkness grew a palpable threat, the sort that prickled the fine hairs at the back of the neck and tickled a greater unease than usual at the back of the mind -- but only Sam would feel it.
Ruby, instead, would find a haze growing over her mind, sharp and heavy as if she were being invaded by a demon.
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"You think it might be draining people of their life force the more they use it?"
That could be a problem. But if it was true, it wasn't the biggest one, either. Controlled use of the item would probably be okay, in that case. Anyway, he'd weigh his options later. He'd already given Peter as much of a heads up about it as he could and he'd think about it some more on his own, maybe talk it over with Dean. They'd end up giving it a go sooner or later, he knew that. You could only be so cautious before you started hindering your own investigation.
About another couple of steps in, Sam paused. Backtracked half a step. His vision was going wonky on him, it had to be. He blinked, then frowned. Okay. No. This was ( ... )
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