06 August 2014 @ 10:03 pm
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Taura stood on the threshold of the hallway, holding both double-doors open. She hoped Aigis and Sechs hadn't followed her; this was either a very good idea or the last one she'd ever have.

A promise was a promise, though, even to a monster that had threatened to eat her. Especially to a monster that had threatened to eat her. "Sphinx," she called out. Did it have a name? A gender? "It's Taura." She wasn't sure that would help, but the least she could do was treat it like a person. "The door's open. We're going to try to ki-um," She switched words at the last moment; if the Sphinx stayed out of loyalty rather than necessity, they didn't need to let it in on the plan. "Kick some ass." There, that was, well, not much less specific than kill Landel, but it had some leeway for explanations.

Then she waited, while claws scrabbled in the dark and growls echoed down the halls.
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12 April 2014 @ 04:45 pm
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The moment Sechs felt his powers seep away from his grasp he knew they had entered Landel's territory. They must have been just below the institute grounds at this point. He and Taura would have to make the rest of their trek without any significant boost to their speed. Thankfully they seemed close to the end of the subway and before long the claustrophobic walls of stone and moss gave way to a grand cavern. They had reached the underground lake.

"So... This is that lake Marc and Sora were talking about!" Sechs remarked with a whistle, taking in the impressive scene before him. The cavern presented itself as a collection of environmental contrasts, an open yet oppressive landmark with unnaturally white sand set against impenetrable darkness. The central lake was but a black silent spot in the ground, nearly indistinguishable from a solid or a liquid. For all Sechs knew, it could have just been an enormous pit with no bottom or an expansive ring of black ice.

Such comparisons reminded Sechs of his M-U, causing his back to twinge and ache. Slowing down to a burdened shuffle, Sechs stepped off the rocky ground onto the eerily white sand. There he stopped to recover his energy, crouching down upon the sand with his crowbar supporting some of his weight. "Didn't think I'd be visiting this place from outside of the institute!" he panted, "Now we just gotta get across..."
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28 January 2014 @ 10:15 pm
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The teleport pad had been shoved in a corner of the room, out of place in the backwards technology of this place. Taura didn't trust it. She wasn't a natural pilot -- going through space in anything other than the normal progression hurt to think about, and her stomach agreed. This was even stranger, and she eyed the glowing machine with suspicion.

It wasn't like she had a choice, really. Or, to be precise, she had had one, and she'd made it. She was going into the trap with her eyes open...and her weapons drawn. She took stunner in one hand and throwing star in the other, and stepped up into a low crouch on the platform.

The world went dark, and the room was empty.
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28 January 2014 @ 10:07 pm
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There were soft sounds in the dark. An overactive imagination, or monsters, stirring in the dark? Taura bared her blunted fangs. Or, she thought, just the sounds of people walking on the floor above.

She swung the flashlight over the doors ringing the balcony. The meeting rooms were on this side, if her (photographic) memory was correct, although the map she had hadn't bothered numbering them. She ran to the first door, and it opened easily. An odd, familiar light spilled out. It was the same as the thing she and Rita had ended up on, on the third floor. Which made this exactly the room she was looking for.

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28 January 2014 @ 10:04 pm
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There was absolutely no one on the second floor. Taura let herself shiver; fear sharpened her senses past needler-dart and towards friendly-fire. This would be the perfect place for an ambush, but worse would be doing it herself. She took a deep breath and plunged onwards.

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28 January 2014 @ 09:36 pm
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Taura wrenched open the door to the stairs and flung herself up them, three at a time. It felt like a lifetime since she'd gone up to the second floor this way, but it also felt like progress.

No one else seemed to have the same idea. Or they were just slower than she was.

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23 December 2013 @ 10:38 pm
One moment, she was standing in the main hall. The next, Doctor Landel was whispering sweet dreams. There was a metaphor in that, or at least a sleeping drug and a sadistic man. Metaphors wouldn't get them out, though they did make it easier, sometimes.

You know we're clever. You know who we are. Not fools. Have you sown the seeds of your own undoing?

She could only hope. Hope was a powerful thing, after all. Hope -- and be ready. She was armed and at the door only a minute or two after it unlocked.

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17 October 2013 @ 09:38 pm
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Now she was definitely worried, too. There was no one waiting at this end of the larger hall -- though she could hear voices from somewhere up ahead, talking too quietly for even her sensitive ears. Had something happened? There weren't many of them left, but surely there were more than that.

Worrying about it wouldn't accomplish anything, but she could worry and move at the same time, so she did.

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17 October 2013 @ 09:33 pm
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So was the next one. Taura sped up, breaking into a run from her gentle lope. She was armed enough to jingle softly as she ran, and she wasn't sure if she looked fierce or ridiculous. She'd settle for whichever let her get closest to Landel before he started getting worried.

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17 October 2013 @ 09:31 pm
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The hallway was empty before Taura turned into it, and it was empty after she left it.

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17 October 2013 @ 09:23 pm
Taura had never thought about the cooks until Landel mentioned them. The food was excellent, along with abundant, even if it wasn't always to the tastes of people who didn't need high-calorie fuel to keep going.

What did they turn into at night? Knives for hands? Taura thought she should probably worry about the source of the meat they ate, but anyone who'd lived on a spaceship had to either be oblivious or comfortable with the idea of a closed ecosystem. Landel was back again, though, in a moment, on his favorite subject.

Challenging them. He still sounded overconfident, rather than conniving, but Taura wasn't sure. Either way, they were still going to try.

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29 September 2013 @ 09:02 pm
The art room had big pieces of paper, ones she could commandeer to draw out a large-scale map of the Institute, and thin paper she could use like flimsies to overlay on top of the map of the first floor. Without the other map, they meant nothing, but together, it was obvious what she'd drawn out.

It was easier to do this on a computer, but there was something satisfying about doing it with her own hands; something that felt like she was really accomplishing something. Even if no one besides a couple of medics had followed her in here yet to see what she was working on.

She put down the pen and picked up a box of colored wax crayons. She started lightly shading areas in a tentative search plan, with arrows ordering the rooms. Top priority was Landel's office; it would either be locked or a trap, but someone needed to head there. Their bodies were up here somewhere, too, or at least that was the theory, but looking for them would be selfish. She could do more in her own skin, but not without knowing how to perform the transfer, and even if they found the right lab, there was unlikely to be an instruction manual. Katherine would understand; they weren't the same person, but they understood each other, and neither of them could bear to watch other people suffer when they could do something about it.

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13 September 2013 @ 09:03 pm
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Taura followed the swinging door into the room, stopping just inside the door. Not the quietest entrance she'd ever managed to make, but the rows of chairs and tables didn't seem to notice. There were screens on them -- and keyboards, which didn't look like the ones she was used to, but were close enough to identify. Aside from direct neural interfaces, no one had managed to beat technology designed for, if Miles hadn't been pulling her leg, striking little hammers onto paper.

What there wasn't, in between any of the rows, was anything else. She slid her hands along one of the screens -- a button turned it on, but it stayed dark. Just a screen, then -- but the keyboards had cables on them, and so did the screens, which led down to a box bolted to the underside of the table. Now we're talking, she thought, as she pointed the flashlight at it. There was a big friendly button, so she pressed it. The box grunted and whirred.

"Hey, look," she called out to Rita. "They haven't turned off all the power up here." She hooked a leg around one of the chairs and folded herself into it -- her knees banged the desk, but she didn't bother trying to figure out if it adjusted; she was used to it. As the screen flickered to life and the system booted itself up, she looked down at the keyboard, squinting at the letter arrangement. It made absolutely no sense, but the letters were all familiar, and this looked like a teaching lab; the system couldn't be that complicated, could it?
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The layout of the third floor matched the others, from all Taura could see. And she knew exactly where she was headed -- the doors directly above the one Homura's key had opened. Where, rumor had had it, they might have the brainwashing equipment. Which also meant where they might have their real bodies. Wherever it was, it was in use tonight -- the floor of the sun room had become a battleground, again, and Taura didn't have time to watch people learn not to underestimate someone based on their height. As amusing as it generally was, they had a job to do.

The first door was locked, with the heavy stillness that said heavy artillery wasn't getting through it, let alone human strength. So was the second, and the third, which brought her back towards Rita. She shook her head. "Well, that didn't work. You pick a door, next?"
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10 September 2013 @ 10:07 pm
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As she stepped off of the device, Rita glanced down again. They were indeed the same. And if what IRIS and the mysterious note-sender told her were true, there were more devices to be found around the third floor. That was probably going to be their key to finding anything useful.

The room they were in looked just as it did last night. It was full of unfamiliar machines that didn't look particularly useful for their purposes. "Let's not waste any time here," she said, though it probably wasn't necessary. She and Taura both knew what they needed to do.
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06 September 2013 @ 09:09 pm
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The door rumbled open, and Taura hurried in, her stunner and flashlight aimed side-by-side up the moving staircase. The light in here flickered; it did bad things to her night vision, and it wasn't like they could hide on the way up.

"When we get up there, we move, yeah? We need to put together the layout." Searching each room would be nice, but they were strong, armed, and could handle an ambush. Finding a lot of dust and some hallways wouldn't cut it.
 
 
06 September 2013 @ 10:46 pm
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Rita stumbled as she threw herself into the room, rolling forward and quickly hopping back to her feet. Once she confirmed she was past the threshold, she gave a heavy sigh, followed by several more deep breaths. She turned to see that Taura had made it too.

"He better not come in after us..." she muttered. Generally, monsters and brainwashed patients didn't chase people from room to room, so unless this was an unusual situation, they were probably safe. Still, it was hard to feel all that safe knowing that an enemy was so close by. Best to get this over with quickly.
 
 
02 September 2013 @ 09:05 pm
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Rita's luck had seen some improvement over the past few nights. After a long string of obstructions and disasters, she'd had some smooth progress. She just hoped that lucky streak was going to hold, and that nothing was going to interrupt her this time, either.

Not wanting to push her luck, she broke into a run soon after entering the room, making a beeline for the Library doors. She could trust that Taura wouldn't be far behind.
 
 
26 August 2013 @ 09:28 pm
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Taura ran down the hall, looking for Rita. She wasn't there -- in fact, there was no one there. Maybe she wasn't running quite as late as she'd feared. Or there was something else going on, and she just hadn't been hit with it. Better to think it was just early.

She got out the radio, and looked at it -- she'd give it a few minutes, and then she'd call Rita. These were useful tools, but they weren't secure, and letting Landel know they were coming would be worse than waiting out here all night.
 
 
26 August 2013 @ 09:07 am
And once more the darkness had come, and its strange freedom that truly wasn't.

Lust hardly knew her own moods, but she knew this evening's wasn't a good one. She was worn, and in more than simply the physical sense. Her body's failings weren't the only things on her mind. Her heart was as heavy and weary.

But those were thoughts for the useless day. Now was the time when things could, conceivably, be accomplished. But not if one listened to their sorrow.

Lust changed slowly and gathered up her supplies for the evening. She hoped one of her nighttime companions was about in the main junction hall. She'd not bothered to make plans - the day had seemed to slip by her, lost as she was in her own thoughts and bitter pain.

Supplies in hand, Lust exited out into the hallway to begin her night.

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