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Night 60: Cafeteria
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And here they were! It seemed like just the other night--oh wait, it had been just the other night since they had last been here. Of course, this time there were no hordes of monsters chasing after them or bursting out from under tables...yet. Yet was the key word, and as fond as Niikura was of taking his sweet time when he felt like it, he wanted to get out of the cafeteria before "yet" ran out.
"So I have no idea what to expect once we get down there," he said casually as he walked down an aisle, guessing this was as good a time as any to admit that his research had gone rather shoddily, if only to dispel some of the heavy silence that seemed to be sitting pretty in the room. Admittedly, it wasn't shoddy because of him. People just couldn't talk about what happened in the basement, which made it that much more interesting and appealing in his opinion.
Niikura edged smartly around the corner of the counter in the back and paused at the door to the kitchen. "I take that back. I do have some idea. Apparently there's a sphinx somewhere, so, y'know, it's gonna ask us a riddle so just be prepared to think outside the box a bit." He then knelt down to examine the lock. It was another one of those sketchy ones that just required some brute force or some poison from a demon lord-turned-human, whichever one happened to be available at the time.
"Anyone wanna do the honors? I'll just give it a whack otherwise."
And here they were! It seemed like just the other night--oh wait, it had been just the other night since they had last been here. Of course, this time there were no hordes of monsters chasing after them or bursting out from under tables...yet. Yet was the key word, and as fond as Niikura was of taking his sweet time when he felt like it, he wanted to get out of the cafeteria before "yet" ran out.
"So I have no idea what to expect once we get down there," he said casually as he walked down an aisle, guessing this was as good a time as any to admit that his research had gone rather shoddily, if only to dispel some of the heavy silence that seemed to be sitting pretty in the room. Admittedly, it wasn't shoddy because of him. People just couldn't talk about what happened in the basement, which made it that much more interesting and appealing in his opinion.
Niikura edged smartly around the corner of the counter in the back and paused at the door to the kitchen. "I take that back. I do have some idea. Apparently there's a sphinx somewhere, so, y'know, it's gonna ask us a riddle so just be prepared to think outside the box a bit." He then knelt down to examine the lock. It was another one of those sketchy ones that just required some brute force or some poison from a demon lord-turned-human, whichever one happened to be available at the time.
"Anyone wanna do the honors? I'll just give it a whack otherwise."
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When they reached the locked door and Niikura finished inspecting the lock, Mike walked up to inspect it himself. It was doable, but he didn't have the right equipment for it. He couldn't even ask Shiina for some hair pins.
Mike let out a sigh and stepped back to give Niikura room. "If I had the right stuff, it'd be a snap. Break this one open, and I can look for things I can improvise with in the kitchen."
For other locks of course. Not this one.
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The lock seemed a little formidable, but just one padlock wasn't anything to a Shou. She would have expected he had some sort of lock-picking technique in his large repertoire but by the sound of it, a good smack was as far as he had thought. Well, maybe she could help, then.
"Wanna use my bat?" She offered the metal baseball bat freely. It was meant to bludgeon and it wouldn't lose its purpose from just one little dent.
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"Nah, I got this," Niikura said, waving Shiina away with a sigh that sounded extra dramatic and exasperated. "Just tryin' to not hog the spotlight all the time, y'know." He winked at her and drew his new sword. Taking aim, he brought it down on the knob and watched with an air of satisfaction as the knob crumpled to the ground under the force.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done." He swung the door to the kitchen open and headed in.
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