Night 58: Kitchen (Second Floor)

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At first glance, there seemed little different in this room than there had been in the last one, especially in the dim light cast through the open door, and Sesshoumaru nearly growled in frustration. He felt weak, he felt drained, and if had all been for nothing once again....

But, he saw a moment later, this room was different. It remained to be seen if there was anything useful in the drawers and cupboards that lined the surfaces, but perhaps. After all, the area still smelled of the food that had apparently been prepared here - when he focused the light headache he was beginning to carry began to intensify, but he could nonetheless smell raw ingredients that had been used here - meat, eggs, spices.

Perhaps there would be something useful here after all.

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[ultimagi]

The girl followed after, once more befuddled as to how he accomplished such a feat. She'd tried watching his hands as the sweet-smelling liquid ate at the rust, but she saw no place he could have poured it from, or hidden it away to. Of course, it had been darker then without the moonlight, and even darker now -- her flashlight was the only point of illumination. Her empty hand alighted on one of the counters, while her light tried to ferret out the corners and edges of the room, where the doors and drawers lay hidden.

"How... do you do that?" she finally asked, her tone curious, voice soft. Everything had been so quiet until now, she felt as though speaking too loudly might ruin the steady calm of the journey.

[ultimagi]

[from here]

The heavy brown sack she used to wedge the strange door open, keeping at least some illumination to follow her into the kitchen. There, she emptied the two bags of their deli carcass contents, leaving the meat to sit beside the cans on the counter. Retrieving the smaller of her two knives, the girl made two small slits on one side of each of the two bags, an inch below the opening, and each slit an inch or so away from its nearest side. Satisfied with this, the girl slipped the book off the back of her belt and set this too on the counter, the knife on top of it, and unfastened her belt.

The heavy leather was far too thick for her to cut, even with the larger of the two knives, but the thin material of the bags had been easy. She threaded the narrow end of the belt through the first of the bags -- into the bag on one end, and out of it on the other -- before starting to thread it through her belt loops. When she had circled round to her other side, she repeated the process with the second bag, before finally cinching the belt into its buckle.

It was strange, even in her own mind, to do something like this. She knew that she wanted to carry with her as much as she could get away with, and that hanging props alone on her belt severely limited her choices. Carrying a bag of some kind, or bags, seemed more practical, and better still if she could do so without sacrificing the use of one of her hands. Perhaps in her old life, something like this was normal to her... but how would she know?

The small knife went back into its careful pocket, the book slipped back onto the belt between the bags. She was ready to start stashing items into the bags, but...

The girl glanced over her shoulder at the door her companion had passed through. He hadn't come out yet...

Leaving the rest of her prizes where they lay, the girl took up the flashlight and larger knife once more, heading for the other door. Whatever lay beyond that more of a room than what her door uncovered. With care, she followed into darkness.

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[ultimagi]

[from here. It's like the kitchen is becoming that darn hallway!]

The light from the refrigerator was steady, but dim; while it managed to throw its yellow light far enough to hit each wall of the kitchen, it could not delve into the drawers or cupboards that lined the room. She set her small stack of hypothetical human food products on one of the counters, looking to see where her companion had gone.