Nightshift 60: F11-F20 Hallway

[fourstonewalls]

[Inside F16]

Now that Ilia had left, there was plenty of room to pace, and Lana took it. It would help keep her muscles loose, too. Ilia had been a help, but the most important point was getting the basics to Ema -- including the part about running away being the best thing to do if she couldn't help. She would hold onto that guilt; Lana knew her sister, and she could admit she would (and had) done the same herself.

But neither of them could let it freeze them up in the future. They had to try, that was the key to the whole thing. Two men were dead; one mourned, one not, and so were many others. This place ground through people, and Lana didn't intend to let their names be the next up.

[Ema and Renji]

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Several moments (and a few swings of Ema's spade) went by before Ema answered. The silence wasn't teenage petulance or anything of the like; rather, Ema needed the time to think it through. She was torn between what they should get done and what she felt most comfortable doing. Priority number one really should have been procuring weapons and a method of defense. However, after last night the idea of spending a lot of time wandering into who-knew-what was wholly unappealing. Even after spending a day doing her best to push past what had happened, she was still pretty strongly shaken.

Carefully, Ema looked up at her sister. "Maybe it would be better if we practiced instead of went out exploring. So we're more ready tomorrow night." There was hesitance in her voice, as if she expected Lana to disapprove or disagree. Ema felt a bit disappointed in herself, like she should have been able to recover faster than she had been.

[fourstonewalls]

"Certainly." Perhaps it might be prudent to practice with something less dangerous than a candlestick and a shovel...but that would require having other options. Oh, well. The worst that would happen would be a loose tooth or a few bruises.

"Before we do that, though, there's something I should show you. Two things, actually." She went to the dresser and opened the second drawer, motioning Ema to come look.

In the drawer was a revolver and a small, golden ring with a red stone. "If something happens to me," she said, and trailed off. You should know to look for them. "At close range, even if you miss, a gun will startle a monster. The safety is here; flip it off, and pull the trigger."

Then she picked up the ring -- the easy one. "As bizarre as it sounds, this will teleport you. Break the stone, and you and anyone touching you will be brought here. Blood will reset it to the location where you're standing. Or so I'm told. It worked once, but I haven't tried it myself." If Ema couldn't figure out when, well, she didn't really need to know.