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damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
doneinthree) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
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Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West
[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]
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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"I'm saying it's a possibility. We mustn't rule out our rebel 'friends'," Erika shrugged, knowing that it was still too early to definitively place blame on someone for this mess. Well, not that she wanted to place any "blame", since it gave Erika something fun to do. Not to mention, it was somewhat... reassuring to know that her detective's authority was still firmly in place, if somewhat useless due to the nature of this weird gameboard. It meant she still had a place, which was more then enough for her.
She looked off to the distance, and then turned back to Sync. She could investigate this. Or...
"I know don't need to say it, but this is the best time for us to go back downstairs." The thought of "leaving" had never even crossed Erika's mind. It was simply because of the nature of her home world: As far as Erika was concerned, the outside world was cut off to them, and leaving the Institute was as pointless as trying to swim through the raging typhoon that surrounded Rokkenjima. "What are you planning to do?"
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"When 'someone's' already done the dirty work for us?" Of course, the idea wasn't as absurd as he was making it sound. He'd personally like make sure that this stayed permanent, and if Erika had been right then all they had to do was explore the caverns a little more. This eventually came back to their 'other' issue that they'd already discussed this morning, reminding him that their plans had changed just a bit since then.
"I'm fine with that, but I managed to recruit someone, so let's walk until they catch up with us." Things would probably go much faster now that their powers have been restored, so it was best to take advantage of it.
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Needless to say, despite everything that happened between them, Erika still thought that Sync was an idiot.
"Well, I hope our new friend arrives soon. I'm feeling rather excited to get started," The detective shrugged, beginning to walk towards the Sun Room at a leisurely pace. With Sync as he was, there was no reason to even think about using the ring. Anything that was waiting for them there was as good as dead.
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However, he wasn't too bothered by the latter's tardiness. From what he'd seen during the Coliseum, he had a feeling that he'd catch up to them with little to no trouble. They might as well enjoy themselves for the time being, and Sync did just that when another cat crept out from the shadows, poised to attack the pair until the God-General threw his arm out and a spear of lightning appeared to strike it right between the eyes.
"Did you ever get punished for what you did earlier?"
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"Of course not. What made you think I'd be punished?" The detective smiled wryly, knowing she had actually been expecting some sort of punishment. Erika didn't even have to clean up that godforsaken mess, which was a plus and made her feel rather important. Hopefully, that horrid blanket man who bothered her when she was first getting her "supplies" was the idiot tasked with cleaning up her mess. "I didn't even have to clean it up. I do appreciate that, as I have far more important things to do." Like making blanket forts, apparently.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another shape lurking in the darkness; it had a very odd shape, like it was made out of legs or something. Erika stopped and pointed, deciding to ruin Sync's fun and not give that monster an opening to attack her. "By the way, you might want to take care of that thing over there, it looks hungry."
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From what he'd last seen of the fort it'd grown exponentially by the end of the day, and had the military really wanted to seek some sort of punishment they would've made other patients clean up the teen's mess and pin the blame accordingly. But at that point he was giving too much thought in the ordeal; it seemed as if the military was too distracted elsewhere to really give a damn about what they did. At least, during the day.
So instead Sync glanced over to where Erika was pointing, mentally casting an arte to pull at the foundation beneath them to raise and squash the nuisance against the ceiling. However, he blinked when nothing of the sort happened, making it a close call as the creature lunged at them before it was effectively blown back by another ball of energy.
"... Huh." Glancing down at his gloved hand, the God-General didn't bother to explain his intent when he suddenly slammed his fist against the nearest wall. Yet despite the tendrils that crawled all over the surface, there seemed to be no further damage.
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At least, that's what she thought he was going to do until she observed him punching the wall, yet Sync's actions needed no explanation when Erika saw the end result of that. Her brows were already raised and were only going higher as she approached the wall, noting how it was only cracked. A blow like that... well, Sync did look ridiculously weak, so that was about the maximum amount of damage a skinny kid like him could do to a wall.
"Maybe you should try some of that fancy magic stuff." Erika suggested, a definite ring to the way she spat the word "magic" out of her mouth. It was no such thing, but this was an opportunity to examine a trick like that up close. "No offense, but you already surpassed my expectations by cracking the wall with just a punch. I think more force is required if you want to bring it down."
He understood, didn't he? She stood back and waited, curious to see if her expectations would be surpassed again.