damned_institute | Nightshift 55: Main Hallway, 1-West

[From here.]

All righty. First one here. Surprise surprise.

Peter took a thin breath and took up a post across from the hall, where he could watch both entrances for the gang. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall. The whole thing was rather broody-looking, to be honest. Not the kind of chipper attitude you expected from a guy dressed like a cast member of Cirque du Soleil.

He was allowed to have bad moods. They happened. He hadn't started the night in one, but he'd tripped into it easily enough on his own. That sort of thing happened when your life sucked this much, okay. There was no sanctuary from the suckage. He sighed yet again. It'd be easier to perk up once somebody else showed up. Then he could push his mind away from all of this garbage and pound some small talk out of it.

Not to mention that waiting out here alone in the big hallway was twice as creepy as it was moving alone through the little ones. His flashlight swung back and forth. Please don't let anything be creeping on me in the dark. Please please please...

He was so not in the mood for whatever monstrosities were lying in wait for him. And knowing Landel's, they were.

[For the Platonic Family!! Y'all know who you are.]

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To say that Phoenix was utterly terrified by the fact that he now had a handful of bat was the understatement of the night - though he somehow managed to keep himself from screaming, the terror paralyzing his vocal chords.

Refusing to let the creature go, no matter how much revulsion he felt, Phoenix took a swat at it with his flashlight, hoping that the action would kill the monster and make it stop its aimless flailing and biting.

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So...two for three. Not too shabby. Hadn't gotten any kisses, although he had to feel sorry for the civilian. At the very least, the man had the decency to not scream and attract more unwelcome friends, so he did get some points...some.

In any case, he couldn't just leave the damn things alive now that he had them all weak and helpless. Raising his foot, Niikura impassively slammed the heel of his boot down onto the floored bat's head with all the force he could muster and then a second time for security. One down, now for the other--he ducked around the flailing civilian and set his sights on the necrit he'd injured. Same treatment: two swift stomps of the foot. At this rate, he was going to ruin his shoes.

Mike's bat hit the floor with an indignant squeak near Niikura's feet, where it flailed around helplessly, trying to either move away from or towards the man, its uncoordinated actions making it difficult to tell which it was. With its brother already dead to the patient's foot, its own wing shattered beyond repair, and the remaining bat quickly dispatched in a messy splatter by Phoenix's attack, things weren't looking good for the monsters. Especially as there were now only two necrits standing as well.

Well, standing in the purely figurative sense. Mike's sudden movement caught the pair by surprise and they tripped and fell heavily to the floor, grumbling and growling deeply but largely uninjured. But without arms and having such large, disproportionate heads, it was easy to see why it was taking them a little to stand up again.

While Niikura managed to take care of the bat before Mike could help, Mike was no longer concerned with the one he had injured. Niikura would take care of it. Instead, he focused on the two monsters he had just knocked over. Their heads made it difficult for them to get back up, and it was the only moment of opportunity that Michelangelo would get before they were dangerous again.

He tightened his grip on his flashlight, then slammed his elbow onto one of the Necrits.

The splatter of bat guts didn't deter Phoenix from helping Mike out, though his stomach curled in on itself in revulsion - tossing away the remains, Phoenix mustered all of the courage he had, summoning a strength he didn't even realize he had possessed until that moment. As the necrits tried to stand, Phoenix took a running start towards the one Mike was unable to pay attention to, intent on punting the little monster back to where it had come from with the hard front of his boot before it was able to right itself.

The action was probably one of the manliest things Phoenix had ever done - probably classified somewhere in the group of actions where he had broken down a door as well as attempted a run over a burning bridge to save Maya - but he couldn't manage to be proud of himself for the decision, his adrenaline and pure panic honing his instincts upon mere survival.

Niikura was about to turn his attention to the necrits now that he'd finished off his share of the monsters, but it looked like his assistance wouldn't be needed: Mike had already laid the beatdown on one of them, while the civilian was actually pulling his weight (About time!) and giving the other the boot -- literally.

"Heh!" The grin on his face could not have been wider; there was nothing better than the satisfaction of a hard-fought battle finally ending in victory. Without even looking, he gave the last bat the same treatment he'd given its friend just a few seconds ago. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about."

The teen swiped the back of his hand across his forehead and looked down to inspect the blood smeared across it. He wasn't bleeding profusely, thankfully, but there was enough red on his hand to indicate that he needed to lick his wounds before doing anything else. "You guys alright? Got a little messy for a second there -- and you have got to tell me your deal, Mike-san, 'cause those moves were pretty slick."

Typical Niikura: gabbing away like this happened every day.

"And you!" he called, waving a hand at Phoenix. "Ya finish off that last one properly? Don't leave a job unfinished, yeah?"

Phoenix deadpanned in Niikura's general direction before doing as he instructed, turning his flashlight and taking a few steps in the dark towards where the necrit had flown. Thankfully enough, he had managed to escape the entire encounter with barely any scratches upon his skin, let alone bites from the bats, and he was relatively unscathed.

"It looks dead," Phoenix announced, once he'd encountered the monster's corpse against the wall - and he turned slightly, ready to head back to both Niikura and Mike.

At that precise moment, a wave of heady emotion crashed into Phoenix's consciousness, the adrenaline coursing through his veins causing his thoughts to swirl in his head dizzily, his mind rejecting the possibility of this reality completely and clashing nauseatingly with what he knew was true. Ugh, Phoenix thought to himself, as he paused and wobbled slightly on his feet, I think I'm going to -

And with that, Phoenix braced his left arm against the wall and threw up noisily, vomit splattering against the wall and floor. He was unsure of what he was regurgitating - it certainly didn't feel solid, whatever it was - but all he knew at that moment was that the roiling sickness inside of him wanted out, almost if not just as badly as he wanted to escape from this horrible reality.

"Took martial arts lessons as a kid," Mike replied, barely sarcastic--it was the truth.

And then Phoenix threw up, and he made a face. Great. Swell. Just absolutely fantastic. At least the kid was a newbie, so Mike could cut him some slack. But, it was still just gross.

Mike turned to look at his other companion, thumbing at Phoenix. "Think puking is catching? 'cause I think he got it from me."

"Thought that stuff was only good for instillin' cultural values," Niikura shot back with a smile. "Then again, how many normal people have the guts to actually use that kinda stuff when they need to, huh?" You could learn self-defense, but if you lacked the instincts, no way was it going to be useful.

"Anyway, good job, civ--oh, come on." He'd happened to have glanced Phoenix's way, and now he was regretting it. Seriously, was he going to have to spend the rest of this week watching people barf? This was just wrong. This was really wrong.

Niikura shot Mike an exasperated look. "Your bad karma's not helpin' things, Mike-san."

Nightshift 55: Main Hallway, 1-West

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