Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[tightsofmight]

[From here.]

Did that just happen?

Peter slowed as he entered the safety of the outer hall (safety, really?), turning back to boggle at the door behind him. What - no. No way the cat monsters were that frail. Landel's did not work like that. Nothing was ever that easy here. They didn't get treated, they got tricked. Heart pounding, he checked the hall up and down. Once certain that he was alone, Peter pressed a shaking hand to the wall. Stick.

And it did.

His jaw did drop then. Peter was still for a moment. Switched off his flashlight and tied the pillowcase over his shoulder, then pressed both his hands to the wall. Then his feet. Then up further, rising up and up, then gravity flipped and he was staring down at the floor.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Was that the power the pink had granted him? The limits were off? Peter clung to the ceiling, the pillowcase settled on his stomach as he crawled upside down. His heart was beating. He was afraid. He was going to drop any minute. They were going to take it away. Or what if this was another challenge like the Coliseum? Something worse was in store because of this?

He almost stopped entirely. Then he thought of Jessica.

"No no no, she's gotta - maybe..."

Peter Parker was all but invisible in the pitch black hallway, crawling higher than most flashlights dared to venture as he found the exit.

[To here.]

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[scarefaux]

This hallway was even worse than the last one. The Scarecrow passed his companion as he eyed all the mangled somethings that littered the floor, making sure they weren't simply asleep before taking his light off them. No, they were most certainly in awful shape, if they were alive anymore. With his inexperience in matters of mortality, it was hard to tell.

"I've been here for some time, and I've never seen so much out in one night," the Scarecrow said, continuing down the hall, seemingly unfazed by the gore around him. "And I don't think I've ever seen them so close to the patient rooms before. This is very unusual, but then again, so was the announcement and whatever magic this is covering the walls."

He paused and turned, nearly stepping in something rather unpleasant and indescribable. "Oh, pardon me for being so rude!" he said, as though the circumstances didn't merit it. "You can call me Frank Westerning."

[unpriest]

As surrounded by death as they were, introductions were not among the things that had crossed the former priest's mind. Seishin looked at the other man for a moment, yet none of his surprise crossed his features. He maintained a more neutral, polite expression as he bowed his head in apology.

"I'm Muroi Seishin," he answered softly, "A pleasure to meet you, Westerning-san, though I would have hoped the circumstances had been better." He would have offered a polite smile under such better circumstances, but there was something weird - if not slightly disturbing - to concern yourselves with introductions whilst standing among a pile of corpses. A polite smile simply wasn't very appropriate.

Though, the fact that normally the monsters didn't venture so close to the patient block was worrying. Furthermore, Westerning-san implied that there were many more roaming the hallways than usual. For now, it seemed best to assume they were related to the announcement and this Code Red.

"We'd best be careful," he said, though the statement was clearly an obvious one.

[scarefaux]

"I agree," the Scarecrow said in response, stepping over the unpleasant and indescribable mess as he headed for the next hallway.

"If things are this bad so far, I can't imagine what the main hall must look like. We'd better be on our guard, in case there are witches lurking about."

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