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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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He looked up at Locke's hand on his shoulder, both shamed and touched at once. He hated to show his weaknesses and his softness. But he couldn't help it, not in the face of pure horror. But the show of friendship, of camaraderie... Tolten hadn't felt that since coming to this place. There were people he was fond of, certainly, but....
"Yes. Yes you're right. And someone ahead of us seems to be doing a...a very good job of taking care of what's ahead of us."
He covered Locke's hand with his own and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you."
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"Of course. I wish I could tell you I could just warp us there, but I gotta know where I'm going for that to work, so it looks like we're walking." Worse than time, that meant the chance for more monsters, but they didn't have any other options.
"The hall up ahead and then upstairs, yeah? You'll be able to get us there from then, right?" He thought he knew, he'd always been good with maps, but if he could get his companion to think about where they were headed, maybe that would be enough to keep his mind off of what they had fought.
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