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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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"Kch..."
Venom's feet slid to a halt. He'd understood that everyone here would be put upon with as much force and pressure as the asylum could muster, that they'd send those demons out in full force. He hadn't taken into account just how... frail those monsters were now. How powerful they themselves were. Blood was strewn onto every conceivable surface, entrails lined the floors like grotesque, forgotten decorations and he could feel his stomach twisting in on itself at the sight. He'd just caught up with the other man in time to see even him demolish the over-grown spider in their way, his words reflecting what was obviously true to most everyone here: not even a problem.
He'd spent the last two weeks nearly being killed again and again due to these creatures and now they were just disgusting smears on the wall. A part of him wanted to be sympathetic and claim his bout of hesitance was in regard to that, but side of him that was steeped firmly in spite knew better. This wasn't sympathy for demons, just revulsion at their corpses.
The assassin again ended up shaking his head to himself, powering forward and away from the mess. "Follow me," he called out, Magic and disgust pushing himself just fast enough to not have to touch the soiled tile below. Perhaps the next hall would be neater.
[To here]