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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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By the time Firo reached the main hall, he was starting to wish he'd gone back to change clothes after all—or at least shirts. His body had repaired itself, but that was more than he could say for his clothing. One side of his torn and mangled shirt kept trying to slide off his shoulder. He looked down at it as best he could, scowling, and pulled it back up. Again.
Maybe he could just pop into a closer room and borrow a fresh shirt. He was pretty sure there were extras in the closets—he could return one from his own room later...
But just as he was considering it, a glimpse of red hair caught his eye as the light of his flashlight passed over someone. He jolted to attention, moving the beam back—...
It was a different person. This woman (and he was certain of her sex this time) had much shorter hair than that attacker... But there was something funny, too. Firo couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was almost like he'd caught a glimpse of something, only to look back and find there had been nothing there. He just wasn't sure what that something had been... Probably just a trick of the light. Something casting shadows.
Or maybe it had been something poised to attack, be it monster or murderer.
"Hey!" he called out. Maybe he was being nosy, but if she just stood there, she'd be any easy target. "You might want to keep moving."
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Wisps of shadow had just begun to gather around her feet when the beam of a flashlight caught on the corner, startling her as a voice called along with it.
W-what? she asked, looking up and around for who the voice belonged to. Keep moving? To where, exactly? She wondered over that as her eyes settled on a young man she was not familiar with. He looked human, and had the patient outfit on, so that was reassuring that he wasn't any kind of monster. Still though, not knowing him only confused her for why he would be telling her to keep moving at all.
"Me?" she wondered aloud, then started raising her hand to point at herself only to stop the motion short.
She'd just had her scythe out, clear as day not but some moments before he'd called. Had he seen?! Her eyes widened at the possibility, and she stepped back, hoping that wasn't the case. She didn't know how she'd explain away such a thing, especially when it was sure to have made the other suspicious of her. If he thought she was one of the monsters here...!!
Did I have to stick myself in a corner?! she yelled at herself.
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...Well, it wasn't like he could leave her now. "Yes, you," he confirmed, walking closer so that there couldn't be any doubt about who he was talking to. "It's dangerous out here—and I don't just mean the monsters."
Inwardly, he scoffed. Even after having seen a little of what he'd been told about it, still sounded ridiculous to talk of 'monsters' as though they existed. He just hoped this lady knew what he meant; he'd already done a poor enough job trying to explain it to Hakkai, and he really didn't want to try explaining things for the second night in a row.
"I don't know whether he came this way, but... There's a murderer around, so be careful."
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What a relief!
"Oh... right, I know..." she gave a nod, thanking him despite not looking as though she would 'keep moving' any time soon. She still had no idea where exactly she wanted to head, or where it would be best to try heading now that she did have her powers. The roof might have been a good thought if she actually knew how to get there. Outside of the building would be a start though.
A murderer? she wondered, head tilting off at the idea. She wasn't scared of such things, but a murdered amoungst monsters was kind of... was it sad? Because it didn't really fit, that sort of thing. Then again, she'd watched some pretty disjointed things in movies, so she couldn't really be the one to judge. "I'll be careful. Thank you," she eventually settled on so that the young man wouldn't continue to be worried. If he stuck around, she wouldn't be able to use her powers without questions coming up. That wasn't something she needed.
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"Don't thank me for it," he said. "Just don't get yourself killed." Like he had.
With that, he gave her a brief nod, turning away and starting to head for the stairs. He wasn't sure how much time he'd wasted thanks to the murderer, but there was probably still time enough to look around upstairs, or maybe figure out what the alerts earlier had been about...
As he walked, he glanced back at the woman without thinking about it.
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"Just don't get yourself killed."
"Don't think I could if I tried..." she told herself, mumbling aloud without thinking as she shook her head.
She hadn't tried to see if she was as durable as her usual, but that could have ended badly. For now, she was just thankful that she had her shadows and her scythe back. And once the guy was on his way, she could try using her powers to maybe find Shooter. She could just imagine how he'd been doing without her. Or what he'd possessed.