Night 61: M-A Block Hallway

[thesadist]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon stepped out of the long hall of doors and into the corridor that connected the male hallways. It was quiet yet, so maybe he hadn't taken as long as he'd thought. Figuring this was as good a place to any to wait for Renji, he settled back against the far wall, slouching slightly as he settled in to wait. Hands tucked casually into his pockets, he couldn't quite stifle the amused smile that kept threatening to resurface.

Comments

[norainu]

Renji finally pushed Daemon away, though gently. He scrubbed at his face with one hand, sniffed once, then squared his shoulders. "Well fuck. I'm always happy to punch you," he said.

He sniffed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one knuckle. "So what're we gonna do?" he asked quietly. "We gonna escape, or gonna get revenge?" One shoulder twitched. "'Cause I want blood. But I think we've established I ain't in my right mind. Haven't been for a while."

[thesadist]

"I always want blood," Daemon replied with a sharp smile, then gave a shrug. "But this isn't just me. And we don't know enough yet to make that decision. Forget what I saw for the moment. We don't have all the pieces to make sense of this puzzle yet so until we do, we take things one step at a time." He held out a hand to Renji, simple, waiting.

Daemon was used to working solo. He was used to walking into a mess and walking back out with it fixed, the walls stained red in his wake. He was fully prepared to do the same this time, even if he didn't walk back out. He wasn't sure he had anything to go back to, even if he did. But Renji did. And he was going to see to it that the redhead got that chance.

[norainu]

Renji glanced at Daemon's hand, a slight look of confusion on his face, like he wasn't sure what to do with it. After a moment he clasped Daemon's hand. "Guess so. But I'd feel a lot better just havin' a goal to drive for."

He always felt better when he had a goal. Then he could just put himself in a mode where he'd keep fighting or die trying until he got there. It was a more comfortable place for him than not knowing what the hell they were doing.

"Well, anyway, I guess for tonight it's just hunting."

[thesadist]

"Every night, it's hunting," Daemon agreed wryly, squeezing Renji's hand a moment before tugging him towards the other end of the hall. "Let's just focus on wiping out whatever stupid piece of fodder this place throws at us until we find our way to the person we need to kill to go home. He can't hide forever. In the meantime, what did Sora want us to take care of tonight? I didn't have a chance to ask. You distracted me with plotting evilly laughing notes."

[norainu]

"Yeah, I guess you and me got all the time in the world, when you come down to it," Renji said. He just didn't like having to be patient. Particularly not when bad shit happened every day in this place.

He did his best to remember what exactly Sora had said. "He wants us to find some kind of area that needs to be cleared out, though the only place I remember always having monsters is that hallway where they take people to be tortured. He also said to just explore. Pretty open-ended."

[thesadist]

"Probably more than most, at the very least," Daemon drawled, shaking his head. "Must be that moisturizer Badou wants us to bottle."

Tucking his hands in his pockets, Daemon pondered that a moment. "Well, something tells me you'd know more about the best places to find a fight than I would. I'll follow your lead tonight. Are we equipped well enough to handle clearing out the bigger bad things tonight?"

[norainu]

Renji snorted. "Well, that's why we're such good lookin' motherfuckers. I figure next time I see him, I'm gonna tell him we live so long cause we eat our vegetables or something like that."

He considered the options. There was almost always something up in the torture hallways, and he'd encountered nasty things in the kitchen and the basement before. And of course, the Sun Room. Daemon had said to forget the prophecy for now, but Renji wanted to feel like he was doing something.

"Let's hit the basement. We'll just make it a quick run through the Sun Room, because if there's someone in there we don't want to deal with that." He shrugged again, looking at the mop handle. "Better than we were last night. If we wait 'til we're well-armed, we'll never get a fucking thing done. I can fuck something up with this. Hell, I can fuck up things with a pen if I'm desperate enough. Wish I had that sword Ed made for me, but... wish in one hand, shit in the other."

He headed down the hall.

[To here]