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damned_institute2012-01-05 01:20 pm
vstheworld) wrote in damned_institute2012-01-05 01:20 pm
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Night 60: Grand Ballroom
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As they descended the stairs, Scott's eyes darted away from the marble doors on the ballroom's south side. He couldn't help looking back up at Indy as his head turned, almost as if to make sure the man wasn't secretly a ghost that would disappear on them at any moment. ...Then again, if he was a ghost, wasn't turning around supposed to make Indy disappear anyway? Or was that the wrong type of ghost? Either way, Scott didn't look back for long, assuring himself that they weren't going to lose the adventurer again.
As his gaze moved back down, however, the black doors on the opposite side of the ballroom didn't inspire much more confidence. They didn't have any of the ornate imagery that the other doors had. Instead, they formed solid, heavy black slabs in the wall, like twin monoliths, or those creepy "SOUND ONLY" things from that one anime Envy liked.
He gripped Senna's sword and slipped his flashlight into his pocket as the party reached the bottom of the stairs, facing the ominous doors. Scott's mouth was getting dry again as flashes of that other night played in his head. "Well. Here we are," he said. Even at a volume just above a whisper, his voice seemed to fill the space.
As they descended the stairs, Scott's eyes darted away from the marble doors on the ballroom's south side. He couldn't help looking back up at Indy as his head turned, almost as if to make sure the man wasn't secretly a ghost that would disappear on them at any moment. ...Then again, if he was a ghost, wasn't turning around supposed to make Indy disappear anyway? Or was that the wrong type of ghost? Either way, Scott didn't look back for long, assuring himself that they weren't going to lose the adventurer again.
As his gaze moved back down, however, the black doors on the opposite side of the ballroom didn't inspire much more confidence. They didn't have any of the ornate imagery that the other doors had. Instead, they formed solid, heavy black slabs in the wall, like twin monoliths, or those creepy "SOUND ONLY" things from that one anime Envy liked.
He gripped Senna's sword and slipped his flashlight into his pocket as the party reached the bottom of the stairs, facing the ominous doors. Scott's mouth was getting dry again as flashes of that other night played in his head. "Well. Here we are," he said. Even at a volume just above a whisper, his voice seemed to fill the space.
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"...whoa." Niikura stared up in awe as he emerged into a gigantic ballroom. Who'd have thought they'd have something like this hiding underground? It was...well, just like he'd thought, it was awesome. But what was it for? Did Landel really hold events and stuff down here? He couldn't see all the guests trekking through the cafeteria and into the fridge at the back in their finery, but eh. This was supposed to be a mental institute. That meant everything that ever happened here had to be tinged with some kind of crazy.
He nearly tried to test out to the acoustics by yelling, but stopped short as he realized as that the other group was still there, and that this was an embarrassing situation that he could avoid. Instead, he turned back to Shiina and Mike. "Pretty cool, huh?" Niikura asked with a smug grin on his face.
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Mike followed Niikura down the ladder, careful to keep distance between him and his companions. It was a hard to go down the ladder with one arm in a body he still wasn't used to, but he managed to keep his balance and not fall to his death. That certainly would have been embarrassing.
The ballroom was the last thing he was expecting. It should've been some dark smelly sewer or maybe even a cave. Instead, he found himself gawking a little at the scenery. It for a moment almost reminded him of the old lair with its high ceilings, but it was gone a few moments later. That life was over. This was his life now.
"Yeah," Mike grunted, glancing to Niikura. "Is it just me, or is this place absolutely nuts? Who the heck puts a ballroom underground?"