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damned_institute2011-09-13 01:08 am
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Night 58: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio Lounge/Eating Area
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The rush of air that came with the opening door was not cold enough to be called biting, but was certainly cold enough to be a shock. Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in surprise at the smell of it - it smelled like the wind and snow, clean and cold and stripped of the harsh chemical scent that pervaded the facility so completely that the very smell of it had started to fade. He blinked before moving forwards again, out of the doorway, and into the moonlight.
The world was white.
Sesshoumaru's eyes flicked over the snow, which shone eerily in the moonlight. The muted light reflected dimly off of the white blanket, a few ice crystals that reflected the light a bit more strongly fading in and out of shadow, as clouds passed over the moon.
It was full tonight, or nearly full, Sesshoumaru reflected absently as he looked at it. The symbol of his house. And here, in the moonlit snow, he finally looked as though he might belong. The paleness of his skin, the silver blue cast of his hair - he seemed to be a creature of coldness, of the night. A few moments later he looked back down, taking in the scene. There were trees and what appeared to be benches covered lightly in snow, a small shed, a path that had been kept slightly clearer than the rest of the immediate landscape. And surrounding the grounds, there was a wall.
At last he turned his attention to the balcony that they were standing on. There were pathetic looking tables and chairs, poles coated in fabric raising high above them - some kind of umbrella, perhaps, as the fabric did seem designed to fold out, and Sesshoumaru could think of little else that it might be. There seemed little else in this place, between the rail and the wall - though the walls did hold two new doors.
He wondered where they might lead.
The rush of air that came with the opening door was not cold enough to be called biting, but was certainly cold enough to be a shock. Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in surprise at the smell of it - it smelled like the wind and snow, clean and cold and stripped of the harsh chemical scent that pervaded the facility so completely that the very smell of it had started to fade. He blinked before moving forwards again, out of the doorway, and into the moonlight.
The world was white.
Sesshoumaru's eyes flicked over the snow, which shone eerily in the moonlight. The muted light reflected dimly off of the white blanket, a few ice crystals that reflected the light a bit more strongly fading in and out of shadow, as clouds passed over the moon.
It was full tonight, or nearly full, Sesshoumaru reflected absently as he looked at it. The symbol of his house. And here, in the moonlit snow, he finally looked as though he might belong. The paleness of his skin, the silver blue cast of his hair - he seemed to be a creature of coldness, of the night. A few moments later he looked back down, taking in the scene. There were trees and what appeared to be benches covered lightly in snow, a small shed, a path that had been kept slightly clearer than the rest of the immediate landscape. And surrounding the grounds, there was a wall.
At last he turned his attention to the balcony that they were standing on. There were pathetic looking tables and chairs, poles coated in fabric raising high above them - some kind of umbrella, perhaps, as the fabric did seem designed to fold out, and Sesshoumaru could think of little else that it might be. There seemed little else in this place, between the rail and the wall - though the walls did hold two new doors.
He wondered where they might lead.
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"That way has been blocked," Sesshoumaru told the girl, voice mostly emotionless as he turned back away from the door. "There are two more creatures on the other side."
He was holding himself back from trembling with more force now, which meant that they would have to find something else to do. Returning to the kitchen was an option, if one he was loathe to take. It felt too much like running, from this place and whatever it held.
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Were they trapped?
She turned back towards the railing, the frown long on her face. Across the gap she could see more of the building, though it did not stretch from one end of the horizon to the other. If anything, it seemed to end shortly past the length of this outcropping of the building. Perhaps the end of that other segment of building was the same length as this? If so, the locked room was not terribly large on the other end. She could be wrong.
But more importantly-- without a word she left her companion by the door, crossing to the near edge of the patio, where the railings were bright and untouched by the battle. The moon still shone bright, but the cut of the building made this inset alcove dark for the building shadows. There had to be a way back inside from down there, right? And to her far left she could see the glitter of moonlight on some still body of water. So maybe...
She turned back toward her companion. "Is this... our only way?"
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He followed her gaze. It took a moment for his thoughts to catch up with the rest of him, and he closed his eyes momentarily. "It seems so, if we wish to progress."
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"Hn," he said by way of acknowledgement, and lept gracefully over the rail, for a moment looking almost normal-
Until he landed, and staggered. He went down to a knee, almost falling, and hated himself for it; he was almost never this tired, not for more than a thousand years; it wasn't a sensation he enjoyed.
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