The ghosts come calling... [Action/Closed]

[fanged_wings]

Who: Akito/Agito and the Crawling Boy, later Team Tim.
Where: Maid Hallway
When: Shortly after the start of Night 3
What: Akgi run into the Crawling Boy. Shortly after an escape attempt is made.
Warnings: Akgi will be getting hurt in some way. Generic swearing warning that Agito comes with.

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[allthekeys]

Its--his legs were shattered beyond all recognition, twisted into grotesque, impossible angles, dragging uselessly behind him. His nails were short and sharp, jagged and broken, caked with filth and blood, catching and clawing at the floor. They pulled him along faster than many people could run, even hauling the entirety of his weight like that--but it was the eyes that were the worst. Wide, murky dark brown eyes sunk into a face that looked significantly younger than even Akito's in spite of how viciously it had been torn at, blazing fever-bright with agony and desperation and raw hunger.

He burned with little beyond an obsessive, driven need as his eyes locked onto Akito, overwhelming even his initial fear of emerging into the hallway. Now that he had his goal, there was no stopping him, and Akito's back hitting the wall was the perfect chance. A broken, guttural moan dragged itself from the boy's throat, and he lunged, throwing himself and his full weight at Akito to knock him fully to the ground. If he wasn't stopped, he would

[bunny_is_better]

Rukia did as she was told - not because she had been told, but because it made sense to do what Tim had said to do. Closing with an enemy that couldn't be hit physically was folly at best, suicidal at worst, and really quite stupid in either case.

Of course, once the others were away and past her, she had much more freedom to act. The question was, what to do with that freedom?

A kido barrier wouldn't last long against the force of that thing's will. She had a distinct feeling that the only reason the Geki bakudo had worked at all was because she had been holding it in place, in effect constantly refreshing it. The ease with which it was shedding the Six Light Rod Prison was alarming, to say the least.

Hado would probably be just as ineffective, but it was worth a shot. No need to bother with an incantation this time; if it worked, it worked, and if not, the incantation wasn't going to help. She had learned that much, at least. She braced her wrist and took aim at the apparition. "Hado 31: Shakkahō!"(OOC note: Shakkahō is

[allthekeys]

The ghost dropped soundlessly to the floor even as Rukia began her shout, surging forward towards her as the closest target. Quick he was, but not quite quick enough to dodge a fireball rushing towards him full-tilt; it slammed into him full-speed, directly into his head and shoulder and side as he tried to turn away, and he was sent tumbling backwards.

It was easy to see the way his eyes widened and face twisted just before impact, an all-too-clear understanding lighting them; he shrieked as the flames engulfed him, a piercing cry of pain and terror--and the sound wasn't so different from the way Akito had screamed at all.

He was a tangled heap of limbs as the fire faded, moaning but without any obvious injuries as he picked himself back up--or at least, picked himself up as far as a boy reduced to crawling on his stomach could--, and lifted his head to regard them. There was wariness in his gaze, fear--but the driving, instinctive need soon overshadowed it. Within seconds, he was lunging for Rukia again.

[comeswithpants]

Tim winced when he heard that scream. He heard that scream of pain and terror as the-- the monster was hurt by Rukia's spell. He glanced back enough to see the terror and the need. But he whipped his head and he had to act fast.

"Ryuho, drop Agito, grab Rukia instead! Pull her back as fast as you can!" He shouted, moving in to support Agito on his own, feeling lucky only that he was strong enough to support a fair bit of weight. "Rukia, get distance," This is exactly what he'd been worried about. He should have told her to get back, not to just keep back. He had to hope Ryuho was fast enough to help get her away. Because she was the only one even able to do anything against this monster-- if she was grabbed then there was little any of them could do to help her.

[calculatedfire]

Zetsuei had two ribbons, and Ryuho moved the second to pull Rukia away as quickly as possible. He left her arms free, in case that was required for whatever powers she was using.

[fanged_wings]

The dark was aware enough now of what was going on that he managed to get his feet under him, AT locked so they didn't start up by accident. It was purely by force of will that he managed it. "I hate this fucking place," he muttered, golden eye peering up at what was going on. At least the monster wasn't after him anymore.

'Agito...'

Their mental space had calmed, but it was very dark. Akito didn't like what it had become. Agito had no energy to reply to him though, too busy using what strength he had left to hold it together. Fuck it hurt to move, but like hell was he not going to try keeping himself upright on his own.

[bunny_is_better]

Fighting stance broken by the sudden pull of the ribbon, Rukia's concentration was broken before she could draw her sword and deal with the monster properly

[allthekeys]

There was no help for it, no way around it--the torrent of liquid ice engulfing the hall like a tidal wave was too immense to be avoided. There was no time to stop, not before it reached him; the ghost screamed again, expression frozen in horrified pain as the ice slammed him back and buried him completely.

He was caught like an insect in amber, his struggle obvious--shattered legs dangling uselessly, arms thrown up in a familiar gesture to shield his twisted, torn up face, neck lolling at an unnatural angle. For a long, helpless moment, he stared out at them in silence and stillness, trapped.

The next moment, he was gone.

Little more than a few smears of blood lingered in the twisted hollow space he had left behind. For anyone with the attention to notice or inclination to check, they might notice a faint rustle of cloth coming from the still-open door of the Filthy Bedroom, and the pale gleam of eyes watching them from under the bed.

[comeswithpants]

Tim fought to make sure that his sigh of relief wasn't too obvious, once the monster had disappeared-- he only had an inkling of Rukia's abilities, still, but it was obvious that she had warded it off. The sword being missing, and the nature of the ice appearing.

He also did his best to banish the memories of that face in the ice.

But he didn't ignore the eyes watching them from under the bed. They couldn't stay long.

"Ryuho, Rukia, you're both okay?" he asked quickly, before he turned his attention completely to Agito. "Hold on," he said firmly, and carefully looked over the injuries. He pulled some fabric from what he carried with him, dabbing it with disinfectant. He'd have to stem the bleeding as much as possible, first. "Let's get him out of here, to somewhere more secure."

[calculatedfire]

Ryuho watched the ice errupt down the hallway. It was a curious ability, and not like anything he had seen in his world, although he had laready grasped that no one else here was an alter user.

"I'm not injured" He replied when asked, and since the ghost seemed to be gone, he allowed Zetsuei to vanish into a mist of fine dust, saving his strength in case he needed it later.

[fanged_wings]

The dark was keeping himself upright by pure determination alone. He had no energy left to snarl as he wanted to at Tim for bothering him. Agito just wanted to lie down somewhere safe and sleep. The body needed it badly.

"I'll live," he muttered under his breath. While it hurt like hell, Agito wasn't going to allow himself to die again. He refused to. Golden eye finally looked up, tired but alight with a fire of anger and determination. He wasn't going anywhere. Not this night.

[bunny_is_better]

When Ryuho allowed Zetsuei to disappear, Rukia's body slumped to the floor, unmoving and utterly lacking in any of the qualities that normally denoted life, said qualities including a pulse and breathing

[comeswithpants]

"Damn right you will," Tim said, equally quiet. He looked to Rukia, concern quickly mounting, but it was dispelled as she got up.

Okay. Both his teammates were okay; Rukia and Ryuho both. Akito/Agito wasn't, but they could tend to that.

He nodded to Rukia. "Okay, good. Let's get out of here fast, then, while we have the chance." He spared a brief glance back toward the eyes, and began to carefully move the injured teen away.

[calculatedfire]

Ryuho was briefly concerned by Rukia's slump to the floor, but he got over it as she stood again. Instead he moved to assist with the injured boy.

"Where can we find medical supplies?" He knew field first aid, but hopefully someone else was better.

[fanged_wings]

Moving hurt like a bitch right now, but hell if Agito was going to show it. He stood up straight, golden eye scanning constantly. He was not getting jumped again. AT kicked into gear, whirring softly so he could glide along without needing to move, the AT wheels moving without him having to skate to keep them going.

He listened to the others, the distraction from the pain good for both him and his other. Akito needed to focus on something right now.

[bunny_is_better]

"I've got that covered," Rukia said when Ryuho asked about the medical supplies. Dealing with wounds was something all shinigami learned to do; some were better at it than others. The best went into fourth division, under Captain Unohana; the rest were distributed fairly evenly among the other squads. Rukia wasn't quite good enough for fourth division, but she could do triage and some basic healing; it would have to be enough.

The group made it to the nearest safe room with little incident, to the relief of everyone involved. Rukia's gigai was running on the spiritual equivalent of fumes; if she had to fight anything else, she was going to have to do it without the physical body.