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damned_institute2013-12-24 12:39 am
forsworn) wrote in damned_institute2013-12-24 12:39 am
Night 74: West Wing, Hall 3-A
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By some miracle, the very door they had been seeking was immediately to their left. Kratos found himself double-checking the wording on the sign posted next to the door to confirm that yes, this really was the Records Archive. After so many nights spent wandering through rooms and physically straining himself in ways that were incredibly healthy, it was just a little anti-climatic to turn the corner and find exactly what they were looking for.
"Finally," he breathed. He tested the lock out of formality; as he'd expected, it held fast. Above the door handle, though, was a little black slot - a card reader exactly like the one that had graced the door to the third floor and many others in Welgaia. Castiel seemed to be in charge of the keycards, so Kratos stepped aside to allow the angel to unlock the door.
By some miracle, the very door they had been seeking was immediately to their left. Kratos found himself double-checking the wording on the sign posted next to the door to confirm that yes, this really was the Records Archive. After so many nights spent wandering through rooms and physically straining himself in ways that were incredibly healthy, it was just a little anti-climatic to turn the corner and find exactly what they were looking for.
"Finally," he breathed. He tested the lock out of formality; as he'd expected, it held fast. Above the door handle, though, was a little black slot - a card reader exactly like the one that had graced the door to the third floor and many others in Welgaia. Castiel seemed to be in charge of the keycards, so Kratos stepped aside to allow the angel to unlock the door.
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Lana strode straight for the archive room door, pulling out the keycard as she went. It slid through the slot, and the door clicked -- no disorientation, no teleportation, just a soft little click. Gotcha! She turned the handle, and pulled the door open.
There was nothing to it -- if they were walking into a trap, there was little they could do about it; trying to survey the interior carefully just left them vulnerable in the hallway, so she stepped right in.
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