Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

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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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[boyking]

He'd seen Nathan do it once, that night in the town, but it was...yeah. Kinda crazy. Not what Peter could do, exactly, but it carried a novelty that he hadn't felt in awhile. Like, being able to watch someone use their abilities like it was nothing to be freaked out about, he guessed. Peter could apparently fly, but that didn't mean he harbored secret homicidal tendencies and made pacts with demons.

Though Dean might insist otherwise.

His eyebrows lifted just a hint at the phrase accomplished warrior, but it wasn't the weirdest thing he'd heard since he arrived here, so he figured it wasn't worth questioning. Nor Kibitoshin's Energizer Bunny attitude. Better than the opposite, though, so Sam wasn't complaining. He just wasn't...used to it. Tended to happen when your company was a demon, an unblinking monotone angel, and...Dean. Dean was just Dean.

"Okay." Sam glanced at Peter, then reached out to touch Kibitoshin on the shoulder. They might as well make use of these abilities while they had them. Sam wasn't sure when it'd be shut off, whether it would take till morning or if it'd just snap off in the middle of the night.

Oh. Huh. It'd better not shut off while they were mid-teleport. God, he hoped not. If they were lucky, it'd make them land in a goddamn fridge again. If not, he had no idea. Scattered particles across the atmosphere?

Maybe let's not go there.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Kibitoshin turned out to be more impressed by Peter's small show of his power than he'd really expected. Accomplished warrior? What kind of term was that? Besides, all he'd done was hover for a couple seconds. He was pretty sure that didn't count for much, especially in terms of combat. It wasn't like he'd been shooting lightnings bolts out of his hands.

Although he could probably do that now, too. It was something he'd have to keep in mind if any of those monsters caught up to them.

That wasn't likely to happen just yet, though, seeing how they were going to be able to teleport after all. All it took was making physical contact, apparently, which was almost too easy. Peter hoped that Kibitoshin wouldn't be pushing himself by taking two other people with him, but the guy hadn't seemed at all hesitant when asked.

Moving around to Kibitoshin's other side, Peter grabbed for his arm. "All right, I'm ready to go." He had been upstairs with Kibitoshin before, so he had no doubt that the guy knew where to take them. This was going to be the easiest trip upstairs in the history of Landel's, probably.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

As Sam put his hand on his shoulder, for the first time Kibitoshin felt a faint twinge of concern. What if he couldn't manage two more people? It was one thing to warp himself from one hallway to virtually the next one, but three people upstairs? It wasn't quite a universal crossing, admittedly, and he hadn't been tired out by his previous effort, but who knew the way things were working tonight? All the rules had been thrown out already and they'd barely even started.

Anyway. What could possibly go wrong if he rang out of energy halfway through? Other than dropping both of them into a curiously-themed inter-dimensional rift and never seeing them again, of course.

No pressure, then.

Kibitoshin took in a slow breath, in and out, and focused his thoughts. He'd done this hundreds of times, worrying was silly at this point. Once he could feel Peter's hand at his arm, he gave a decisive nod so that he couldn't change his mind without looking silly. "Right. Let's do this." He'd managed, by some miracle, to sound as though he'd convinced himself. One hand to his forehead, middle and index finger outstretched, he summoned his energy. "Kai-kai!"