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damned_institute2013-07-25 10:34 am
skeletonenigma) wrote in damned_institute2013-07-25 10:34 am
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NIGHT 71: BASEMENT: WEST HALL
[From here.]
The hall was long, narrow, and made of stone. Very appropriately like a dungeon, actually, and it was the first of its kind that Skulduggery had seen here. Even the torture rooms up on the third floor hadn't been quite this medieval.
Once Skulduggery's eyes had adjusted to the dim light - another sensation as alien as it was annoying - he noticed the tapestries hanging along the walls. War scenes, images of death and carnage. Old, judging by the art. Not very old, judging by when Skulduggery took a closer look at one of them and noticed one of the soldiers using a rifle. Either Landel wasn't very careful - which, after everything else that had happened, Skulduggery was quick to dismiss - or it was perfectly fine for the prisoners to realise that this hallway, genuine though it looked, had only been built recently. Probably along with the rest of the building. There was no other explanation for displaying the tapestries like this.
Unless Landel just thought they looked ghoulish enough to complete the effect. And they certainly did, at that.
The door back into the ballroom gave an ominous clicking sound as it closed, indicating it had locked itself. Skulduggery couldn't say he was surprised. There were two other doors in the hall, and his attention was immediately drawn by the north-facing golden ornate ones. "Are we keeping up the right-hand-of-God methodology?" he asked Gabe with what would have been a small smile if he'd realised his face was once again capable of changing.
The hall was long, narrow, and made of stone. Very appropriately like a dungeon, actually, and it was the first of its kind that Skulduggery had seen here. Even the torture rooms up on the third floor hadn't been quite this medieval.
Once Skulduggery's eyes had adjusted to the dim light - another sensation as alien as it was annoying - he noticed the tapestries hanging along the walls. War scenes, images of death and carnage. Old, judging by the art. Not very old, judging by when Skulduggery took a closer look at one of them and noticed one of the soldiers using a rifle. Either Landel wasn't very careful - which, after everything else that had happened, Skulduggery was quick to dismiss - or it was perfectly fine for the prisoners to realise that this hallway, genuine though it looked, had only been built recently. Probably along with the rest of the building. There was no other explanation for displaying the tapestries like this.
Unless Landel just thought they looked ghoulish enough to complete the effect. And they certainly did, at that.
The door back into the ballroom gave an ominous clicking sound as it closed, indicating it had locked itself. Skulduggery couldn't say he was surprised. There were two other doors in the hall, and his attention was immediately drawn by the north-facing golden ornate ones. "Are we keeping up the right-hand-of-God methodology?" he asked Gabe with what would have been a small smile if he'd realised his face was once again capable of changing.
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He gazed at the images of slaughter, closed his eyes and sighed. He'd seen many of those scenes in person too.
Skulduggery's voice made him look over, and he managed a smile. "Yes. It's the nearest door, anyway, and I like patterns." The Archangel moved to the door and pushed it open, stepping inside.
[to here.]