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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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Back into Slaughterhouse Hall. The stench of death in here seemed to be even thicker than it had been a few minutes ago. Joy.
So where would Badd have gone, most likely? Upstairs? No matter where he went, it would be best to head to the main hallway first. Almost every other important location was linked through there. Besides, all Byrne could remember from the one time he'd gone the other direction was some field, and he was sure Badd wouldn't go out there--
...Shit, the clicking sound was getting louder. Coming toward him, or simply running past? Should he bolt? Should he stand still and hope to god it would ignore him?
He started power walking, looking around him for the source of the sound but being unable to see anything in the darkness. Go away! Isn't there anyone else you could be stalking right now, whatever you are? Leave me alone!
[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1189937.html?thread=80895537#t80895537).]