Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

[from here]

Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/experimentation assembly line) had broken down at least once already, on that night when I.R.I.S. had first(?) appeared, and the whole of the building flickered like a malfunctioning hologram. Was that what the glowing cover was for? To prevent... he didn't know. Something. Something bad enough to warrant a Code Red.

(What had killed that creature?)

Waiting around here was already bad enough on normal nights, what with it being an open space with high traffic, but he'd picked it because it was the quickest and most obvious meeting place for all of them. Now with the whole area lit up like the inside of a strip club, Kirk was starting to feel like a lone piece of meat wrapped in a gold ribbon and tossed out for the wolves. He made a face for a second as he considered the unfortunate implication of mixing those similes, then decided that the dumb thoughts which crossed his mind ranked considerably lower in priority than, you know, paying attention to his surroundings and not getting himself killed.

Kirk swung the lead pipe in his hand once, just to focus, and shook his head as pain rippled out from the still-healing gunshot wound on his right arm. Take it easy, Jim, he admonished himself silently. It was still early in the night. Someone would be along shortly. And if not... he was giving his crew one minute. One minute, and then screw it, he was tracking down everyone himself.

[KIRK TO ENTERPRISE]

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[falseblack]

Another stepped in his sights without warning, placing Nigredo in a horrendous state of surprise as his heart lurched forth against its cage. He halted in his steps and tried to breathe. Bewilderment would only make that more difficult.

He finally gained a measure of composure, and the child glanced up at the adult with something like fear in his eyes. Not for her, no, but for another. "I apologize, but I don't have time," he forced out, reaching to grab the other's free hand. With his own, Nigredo pressed the ring to the palm and released, stepping back in the process. "Let me know when you've finished."

[diamondstorm]

The boy was more than flustered if things could be made clear by appearances. Renamon looked him over, deemed him unharmed, and--if the display a moment prior was any example--capable to take care of himself. Though he would have had to, wouldn't he? To have lasted this long. She lowered her head, blinking once, then slipped the extra ring into one of her jacket pockets. "I will. Thank you."

The worry near to fear was noted, still, and she stared at him for a moment. "Go well, Nigredo. If you need anything, let me know." Be careful.

[falseblack]

It was more than impolite to leave another in a premature fashion. Hence, Nigredo had offered his sorry to Renamon first, steps ahead from all else. The woman appeared hardly offended. She remained as refined as always, far calmer than he and ultimately much more admirable in disposition.

He remembered in a distant part of his mind. Of wanting to be someone like her.

The child hung his head for a moment, a silent acceptance of her thanks. "Thank you," he murmured in turn, before shouldering his burden. "You, too." He pivoted on his heels and headed off, destination clear.

[To here.]

[diamondstorm]

The child was weighed, this was obvious, but he seemed to know what he had to do, and did not waver in that task. If nothing else, he was heading towards one of the patient halls, so hopefully, that, at least, would be safer.

Not that he seemed to need it.

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