Night 72: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

Sora remembered exactly how to get to this place, and could have probably made the trip with his eyes closed. As they entered the hall he stopped squarely in front of the second door on the left, nodding his head. "Here it is."

He reached out and tried the knob, but as he'd suspected, they were the first ones to come up here. Maybe the only ones, he realized sadly.

"We've gotta break through," he explained. Unfortunately, his Keyblade wouldn't come forth unless he was in immediate danger, which meant doing this the hard way. First Sora lifted his leg up and slammed his foot against the door, and when that didn't work, he rammed it with his shoulder.

The lock gave slightly, but it hadn't completely thrown the towel in yet. Sora backed up and rubbed his shoulder, because that had hurt more than he'd been ready for.

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[repelling]

"At the time," he answered, his eyes moving along the shadows that shifted with Sora-kun's flashlight, "I was amazed, if not scornful, at how little you'd seemed to have accomplished in your time here. I have since been forced to..."

Uryuu paused before continuing, or finishing, his lips thinning. "The phrase I believe I want is, eat crow."

It was not an apology, not exactly. Yet, it stood on the very border, its toes on the line, if not over it. There was a kind of unattractive irony in it, too. Uryuu never appreciated that sort of humor, or, not when it was at his expense.

They reached the door, and Uryuu stopped half a step behind Sora-kun, then watched as Sora-kun kicked and slammed at it. Probably, he should have brought his bat. Even the flashlight might do. The lock looked affected, but it might take more than one more blow for it to give.

Uryuu knew better, he did, than to summon his bow already. When a few more physical hits should do it, when it was so sapping, when the reishi continued to feel off. Yet, it had been too long, and his fingers itched to draw the particles.

He gestured for Sora-kun to step aside, then concentrated, the energy flaring from his pendant, arcing into a bow. A few steps back, and he took easy aim, focusing and firing the arrow at the lock. All normal enough, whatever the queer feeling. His head might still be addled, and that all.

[lighthearted]

Sora remembered Ishida being shocked that he hadn't explored the whole building in the month (at the time) that he'd been here. He'd felt pretty embarrassed about it at the time, but it was a weird kind of relief to have Ishida acknowledge that he'd been wrong to judge him for that.

Then again, it wasn't a good thing, that it was so hard to make progress here. "At least we actually know how to get to the third floor now," he said, because when it came down to it he always had to focus on the bright side.

Sora was ready to go another round with the door and hopefully split that lock the way he had many times before (and not just with this door, but many others), but that was when Ishida made his move.

And did something Sora was not at all prepared for. Ishida had mentioned he had some abilities, but being able to summon a bow out of thin air was really cool. Not as cool as summoning a Keyblade, but he could do it whenever he wanted, whereas Sora couldn't -- not here, at least.

He made sure to back out of the way as Ishida fired his bow, and unsurprisingly, it got the job done so far as breaking the door open.

"Hey, nice one!" Sora announced, smacking Ishida playfully on the shoulder before he stepped through the now-open door.

[To here.]