Night 52: Entry Room

[repelling]

[from here]The door opened onto darkness. Either the lights had switched off, or they'd all burst; sweeping the flashlight's beam over the floor evinced the glitter of broken glass. The latter, then. He hoped the brown of that carpet looked less repulsive in the daylight. As Uryuu walked into the room, he was almost glad of the darkness. The light

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[spandexorgtfo]

As soon as they entered the next room, Kratos's sword was up and at the ready. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his shadow, cast on the ground of the entry room, seem to dart away...but no, it had to be a trick. Or so rationality would say. Kratos wasn't so sure. Either way, for now it was a harmless distraction. He would have to ignore it, as terrible as that sounded

[spandexorgtfo]

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[justthedealer]

[from here]

The entryway was just where it should have been, not that he'd expected any different. Everything seemed pretty straightforward so far, though he kept his eyes on the doors to either side of them just in case something decided to pop out. The head doctor seemed beyond simple funhouse schemes, of course. He imagined if something came through those doors suddenly it would be to lop their heads off rather than simply frighten dinner out of them.

"Don't s'spose th'door's been left open for us, chere?" If someone had come through before them, then there was a good chance it was. If not, Remy was pretty confident he could get it open. Of course, if this was anything like the door to his room that was easier said than done, but he'd give it his best try nonetheless. Logan had said it was possible to get outside.

[thestormishere]

The air here seemed slightly different: cooler, and maybe a bit more stirred than how the hall had felt. Lightning hadn't consciously noted something like that until now, how walking from somewhere where the air was still and dead to where even just a little outside interference had changed it felt. She wondered why now was suddenly the time she noticed she could recognize something like that, and tried to pay extra attention to the room as she and the man walked further into it. Best to trust her instincts than to dismiss something that might serve as a clue

[justthedealer]

Lightning? Was this supposed to be irony? The first X-Man he'd ever run into had been Storm, and now that he was trapped in some new location full of strangers the first woman he ends up traveling with was named Lightning? He would have said something about it being a small world, but given that he was apparently surrounded by people from multiple ones this probably wasn't the case. It still felt like some sort of cosmic joke.

She was definitely a moody little thing, not even appreciating his usual address. (But then she wouldn't be the first.) Remy smiled at her, holding his hands back in surrender. "All right. Lightning it is." Even if chere might have sounded less ridiculous from an outsider's perspective

[thestormishere]

Lightning scoffed quietly, letting the black-eyed man pass her as she continued to cautiously stare at his back. It was at first difficult to think of any sort of answer for herself, but after a moment she eventually did, pulling from something she'd been told while still under the fog of the guards' binding drugs: Taura's claim about her metabolism being the result of bio-engineering. Was something like that to blame for this too? What else could there be, that would explain why someone would have eyes more suited to a monster than human?

"Some kind of genetic engineering or something?" she asked, tone making it sound almost like a statement rather than a full question as she stepped forward once again. Regardless, she kept the grip on that personal lighting device she'd found steady, held angled at her side where she could use it quickly if she had to.

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[doyoustillsee]

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...And there it was. The door leading outside...and judging by the faint draft of chill air washing over him, it was already open. And while that did seem suspiciously simple, Kanda wasn't about to refuse an easy way out, even if it was some sort of a trap.

Moving silently in his sock feet (he'd kicked off his slippers in annoyance just before leaving his room, and hadn't bothered going through his closet so he had yet to find the boots), he picked his way through the broken glass littering the floor toward the door, ignoring the pen holding it open a crack as he stepped out into the night air.

And yet...as he reached out for the door, he had the distinct impression that his shadow, cast onto the wall and door ahead by the light from the hallway at his back...had given an odd twist. Pausing with his hand on the door and a frown on his face, he stared at his shadow for an instant--but no, it looked the same as it always had. It must have been a trick of the light, or maybe he'd just seen it wrong. Either way, it didn'

[bothersomewoman]

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Temari caught up with her brother as the Suna-nin entered a room entirely unfamiliar to her. Gaara seemed to know the way, however, and that offered something in terms of reassurance, if only just.

"You shouldn't go off on your own." Even keeping her voice low, Temari's concern leaked out in what some might call nagging. Regardless, she had a right to be worried. Her younger brother had--or would--die in their world, and as far as Temari knew, there weren't any elders to bring him back if the same happened here. The future might have been impossible for her to affect, but it made the need to protect Gaara all that more urgent. "What are you doing, anyway?"

[toobothersome]

Sometimes Shikamaru wondered why he wasted energy on so many pointless things--things like saying "wait, this is a bad idea" to people like Gaara and Temari. He raised his hand to grab her shoulder but quickly reconsidered the idea, still winded from her punch a few moments earlier

[buryyourdemons]

He would have continued walking, content to answer his sister's query while moving. The sooner he had more available to him, the more assured he would be. But before he was allowed that option, the Konoha shinobi made his move--quickly grabbing Temari, then speaking briefly. Gaara followed the act with narrowed eyes but did not deign to comment on it. He would keep that for another time. The other's words made sense, as much as they were able. And even as he spoke, the shadows around them seemed to worsen, growing seemingly solid in the half-light. That made his mind all the more made up.

"Fine," he answered levelly as he moved to the door. "Tell us while we move."

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[doyoustillsee]

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After he was certain it had shut completely, Kanda staggered back away from the door; his back found the nearest wall, and a moment later his legs gave out, his dirty, damp socks gaining no purchase on the thin carpet, no traction to keep him from sliding down the wall, leaving a bloody smear as he went. It was dark in the entry room, too dark to really see properly, but the light from the hallway and the fainter, blue-tinted luminescence of the moon gave enough light for Kanda to take a look at his injuries for the first time. Nothing was broken, but his arm, back, and shoulder were all bleeding freely, skin savagely slashed open, muscles gouged and ripped by those birds' talons...and still none of it was healing noticeably. Staring at his arm, Kanda felt a little lightheaded, though it wasn't from looking at all the damage he'd taken: now that he wasn't in a fight-or-flight situation, the blood loss was really starting to hit him

[doyoustillsee]

Kanda's eyes had gone wide, then narrowed even further, his jaw clenching too tight for him to get any words out at first. "Shut...up!" he finally managed, though it was more of a strangled hiss than a real, authoritative demand.

"And as for that 'someone'...what will you do if you find her anyway? She'll never recognise you, and even if she did, do you really think she'd accept you? After all these years, she's probably moved on already-"

"SHUT UP!" Kanda said again, this time loud and clear, a vehement snarl as he struggled to get to his feet again, to lash out at that spectral figure. All he succeeded in doing, however, was loosening the makeshift bandage and increasing the amount of blood pooling on the floor. "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter! I'll find her, whatever it takes! If I don't..." The blackness edging his vision had started creeping in; it took a lot of conscious effort to push it back, a pause during which he lost his train of thought. "It was a promise...always..." he muttered to himself. A second later,