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damned_institute2011-10-24 11:32 am
thesadist) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-24 11:32 am
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Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here.]
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was there. He paused, debating on whether it was worth the effort of searching out, or leaving it to others while he and Renji kept heading for the stairs. He could see them from here, the door illuminated by his witchlight just off to his right.
He waited for Renji to join him, figuring the Shinigami would want a say.
"There are things moving in the shadows," he murmured to the redhead as the male moved out from the corridor behind him. Daemon didn't look at all disturbed by this statement, floating a few inches above the ground with a relaxed grace that was utterly foreign for their situation. Looking almost bored, he studied his black-tinted nails with a sleepy, hooded gaze.
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was there. He paused, debating on whether it was worth the effort of searching out, or leaving it to others while he and Renji kept heading for the stairs. He could see them from here, the door illuminated by his witchlight just off to his right.
He waited for Renji to join him, figuring the Shinigami would want a say.
"There are things moving in the shadows," he murmured to the redhead as the male moved out from the corridor behind him. Daemon didn't look at all disturbed by this statement, floating a few inches above the ground with a relaxed grace that was utterly foreign for their situation. Looking almost bored, he studied his black-tinted nails with a sleepy, hooded gaze.
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As Zack entered the next hallway at a swift jog, he ended up having to skid to a halt as he realized that this area resembled the hall right outside of his room. In other words, it was covered in blood and chunks of flesh and all other sorts of unpleasant things. Once again, Zack had done enough monster hunting that he could look over all of this without flinching, but...
Coming across something like this twice seemed to imply something. He'd just fried that scorpion, right? If other monsters had been showing up and there had been patients with their powers back in place to fight them, then it definitely made sense that the result would be something like this.
So Aguilar had decided to pull out all the stops. Was that because he knew that they were going to be full-powered again? Was that what had started this whole Code Red thing in the first place? Well, the general could toss everything he had in his arsenal at them, but Zack was pretty sure that they could just toss it right back.
The weird pink barrier thing might prevent them from doing too much damage, but Zack wasn't going to let any of this slow him down. Nodding to himself, he crossed the bloody scene and moved toward the main hall.
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