ext_201958 ([identity profile] full-score.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2011-11-06 02:14 am (UTC)

"Yeah, I mean...they have things like that where I come from," Claude explained when he realized Anise didn't quite follow what he meant. "They probably want protect the building from people who want to tear it down, and a force field would be the best way to do it."

As Anise's doll shrank to its regular size, Claude watched in fascination. The way it could seamlessly grow and shrink was certainly something! Whoever came up with the idea to use an item like that in combat must have been very creative.

But they needed to decide what to do about the basement, didn't they? His eyes settled on the velvet bag once Anise retrieved it. "Too bad that skeleton didn't explain what they were for," Claude remarked. While he had no issues with trying it out if necessary, he had to admit he would have felt better about it if they at least had some idea of what to expect. "I guess that would have been--"

Suddenly, a sudden movement caught his eye from behind Anise, illuminated by his hard hat. As if acting on instinct, Claude darted to the side and channeled a familiar surge of power through his veins. Within a blink of an eye, he raised his free hand and shot a blast of energy at the creature closing in on them, casting a burst of light against the pink-lit walls at the same time.

The monster -- a rabid cat, Claude soon realized -- let out a hideous shriek and collapsed against the floor, its matted fur burned. "Be careful," he said, casting a glance over his shoulder at his friends. "Looks like we're not alone."

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