damned_institute | NS 61: Sun Room

Just because the area was quiet now didn't mean it wouldn't soon be otherwise. Though it wasn't going to be exploding into anything so grand as his previous "Dance Competition" masterpiece!

And also... he'd run into a little snag.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" a shriek cut through the dark only moments before Baka, dressed only as a patient would be, grey, smiling scrubs and all, came barreling for the two who had just entered. "Don't let it eat meeeeee!"

Daemon had no sooner gotten a foot in the door before an ear-splitting shriek had him wincing and wishing they'd decided to go a different direction. It looked as if the Sunroom wasn't as empty as they'd hoped and Daemon's wince turned into a grimace as he spotted the form hurtling towards them from the darkness.

"Mother Night," he muttered under his breath, wondering if this was for real. He mostly doubted it, because he hoped most of his fellow captives had more survival instincts than this, but then again, considering some of the people he'd encountered around here after dark, sometimes it was very hard to tell.

Still, his hands tightened a little about his staff as he took a step to the side and out of the path of the wailing maniac. He'd let Renji decide what to do with him. That should prove to be amusing, at the very least. He shot the redhead a sardonic grin and waved a hand at him as if to say, he's all yours.

Well, wasn't that just fucking perfect. Renji had just enough time to let out an annoyed sigh.

Because as far as he could tell, there were two options about the guy running toward them and flailing like some kind of pansy. Either he was the nasty surprise for the Sun Room, or he was a complete idiot and was trying to get them all killed by attracting a lot of attention.

So either way, not someone Renji was happy to see. Yes, it was his duty to protect mortals, but that didn't mean he had to like protecting stupid ones. Or be nice about it.

He switched the mop handle to his left hand with an efficient movement and stepped forward to meet the screaming guy. And by meet, really, he meant driving his right fist into the guy's face.

It'd get him to shut up if nothing else.

Whatever indecision Baka'd had when it came to what kind of personality he'd be using for the evening vanished the moment he saw the man's hand raise to deck him. Playing off of them would have been fun, but after flailing as spectacularly as he was? Having to explain completely avoiding a punch would not have factored well.

And he was pretty sure that he had taken hits harder than this would probably feel.

So he took the hit, stumbling just convincingly enough so that he wouldn't have to worry either about getting a nose job later, or about marring his beautiful face too terribly.

While Baka took the punch, the source of his "fear", as it were, veered off from the stumbling blond in favor of the closer target - the man who had stepped to the side. Only the soft pattering of feet would have alerted any one of them before something small and furry darted to Daemon's ankle and started up his pant leg, taking a bite wherever able.

Daemon hissed out a curse under his breath at the first bite, unsure what the rodent-shaped thing was, but liking it no better. He reacted instinctively, swatting at it with power rather physical hands or weapon, taking a surprised half-step back as he attempted to knock the thing away.

Somewhere in the back of his head, his brother was laughing at him for not shielding.

"Hell's fire. What the hell is that?"

Well, the fact that the guy took the punch seemed to argue that he was probably just another prisoner. Renji pointed at the guy - using the hand that had just nailed him in the face - and growled, "Keep quiet."

He glanced over his shoulder at Daemon. He'd seen something move toward his friend, but it had been really small, and he'd pretty much lost sight of it almost immediately. "Can you keep movin' forward? I want to get out of this fuckin' room."

Keeping quite wasn't really his thing. And yet since the trained chipmunk had taken the other guy as bait over himself, Baka found that he didn't mind listening to the growled words for the moment. It did after all that mean he wouldn't "be able" to answer Daemon's question about what was attacking him, and could casually watch from the sidelines while the small creature potentially had its way with him.

Too bad the red head's not wearing what he should be... he frowned, rubbing at his sore cheek as he watched from the floor.

The chipmunk took what bites he could before a swat sent him flying back the way he'd come. Landing only a few feet back, it quickly got back onto its small feet before sounding out a "chipchipchip" in warning and diving again for Daemon.

Daemon was prepared this time, expending precious power reserves to snap a Black-fueled shield over himself, the Craft coating him like an invisible second-skin. Until he knew what they were fighting, he wasn't taking chances, and he and Renji weren't going to get far if this was more than it seemed.

Still, having the rodent - or whatever it was - launch at him specifically a second time earned another curse and he reached out with his magic instinctively before the beast could land, catching him in midair with an invisible grip that clutched him in place, dangling in midair while the little beast chattered out a protest.

"The rodents have shrunk," Daemon drawled in annoyance, glaring at the little beast before eyeing his pantleg where whatever-it-was had clawed and bit through the material. "Still damned persistent though." Because really, what the hell?

"Moving would be good. Things that size don't usually travel alone in this place, and considering it seems overly fond of me, I'd prefer not to run into any more."

"Then move it," Renji said. "I'll try to... uh... watch your pants and see if anything else goes for your meaty bits." He shifted the mop handle to a two-handed grip and aimed a strike at the little creature just hanging in the air.

Then he glanced at the guy on the floor. He'd done his time shepherding stupid people around. He wasn't eager to do it again. He indicated the way they'd come with a jerk of his head. "Get out into the hall and shut the door behind you."

That said, he headed for the door on the other side of the room, keeping an eye on Daemon.

Baka had to keep from calling out as he watched the smallest of his experiments get manhandled without even the slightest chance to defend itself. He turned his head away just before the angry chattering sharpened into one final squeak. When he looked back, his thoughts went out to the poor janitor and how much of a surprise that would be when morning came around.

There were always other experiments to be had though. But not if he didn't persist.

The red-head was suddenly telling him to get out, but that was the last thing Baka could actually do. He couldn't leave! Not when he was so sure that the rest of his creations had to have wandered off in this particular area. What if one of them happened to get its first kill and he wasn't there to be the proud parent, witnessing the carnage?!

He needed a reason to keep up with these guys, and to keep them from trying to leave him.

Breaking his previous decision to "keep quiet", he scrambled up from the ground and called after them. "B-but wait! What if... there's more? You just said there could be more!"

Daemon had started to follow Renji, but the man's frantic voice had him pausing, casting a glance over his shoulder. Giving a quiet sigh of frustration, he partially turned to face the unknown man. He was still wary, alert for another attack, but if this was another patient, the man was fairly well screwed as he was.

"If there's more, you don't want to be here. Get out of the Sunroom, it likes luring in nasty surprises. If you're alone, then get the hell back to your room and stay there until sunrise. Then spend tomorrow finding someone to travel with. You need two things after dark around here - a companion who knows what he or she is doing, and a weapon to protect yourself. You've got neither, so get out of here and hide until you can do something about it," he answered sharply, giving the man a cool glare before turning and following Renji once more, prowling carefully across the Sunroom while his eyes searched the shadows for more movement.

Renji didn't really have much to add to Daemon's words. Really, Daemon had said everything Renji would have said himself, but much prettier, and with a lot less added fuck.

Maybe if the guy had been a kid like Sora (not that Sora would ever be in this situation, because for all his sweetness and light thing, the kid was a certifiable badass that Renji was willing to bet could put the fear of Sora into quite a few Shinigami out of the Gotei 13) Renji would have been more sympathetic. But he looked old enough that he needed to know how to take care of himself.

...and hearing what the radio had to say, Renji was even more certain that they needed to go check out the basement. And that they didn't need any dead weight while they were doing it.

He broke into a run, feet almost silent, intent on clearing a path if anything else was stupid enough to get in their way.

Explanations. Short and simple and so boring. Baka restrained a yawn, knowing that a break of character would probably get him hit more squarely this time, and from the red-head again if he was reading them properly. That one would have left him no question, but chipmunk-bait was proving a bit more compassionate.

"Ah, yes but...!" he tried, frowning at Daemon while the other made his decision and took off running. When Baka realized that the man was trying for a way out, he brought his voice up again and called, "No, you shouldn't use that door! That's where it came from before!"

He didn't expect any more chipmunks were actually about, but part of him rather hoped that something would have wound up in the next room over, waiting to pounce the man. Unfortunately though, he knew nothing would go after the red-head for his attire, but maybe he'd double back when something tried to peck his friend's eyes out?

One could only hope.

[Baka Says: You two rolled a room and are free to head on without an attack. Additionally... he hopes Daemon gets rabies!]

[If Daemon knew what that was, I'm certain he'd be very intimidated right now!] XD

"We're better equipped to deal with them," he called back, not stopping as he followed Renji. Not running, nothing was quite that urgent in his opinion, but his stride was swift as he glided after the redhead and moved into the next room.

[Going to here.]

((From here.))

A sliver of moonlight filtered through the clear windows overlooking the Sun Room. Barnaby brought his flashlight around in attempt to get his bearings, but a sharp yell diverted his attention toward the railing overhead.

Suddenly, he caught sight of someone plummeting into the Sun Room. There was no time to think about who or why, though. Barnaby instinctively sprung into action, dropping his flashlight as he ignited his Hundred Power and rushed ahead. The victim glowed with the tell-tale blue of a NEXT, serving as a clear homing signal in the darkness.

Although he didn't move as quickly as he was used to, it was fast enough. As soon as Barnaby reached out with his strong arms, he was met by the warm, steady weight of the victim. Securely clutching the man, Barnaby's knees bent into a half crouch to accommodate for the sudden force and his own weakened strength.

He looked down into the newcomer's face, about to ask if he was all right, when he was met by an unexpected sight. Even if he'd covered his face like he was prone to do while falling, Barnaby would recognize that ridiculous beard from anywhere. His eyebrows shot up toward his bangs, eyes widening in shock.

"Kotetsu!"

[Dropping in from here]

He flinched, expecting a hard impact with the misleadingly soft, plush carpet below, but it wasn't meant to be. His weight was caught by someone, the tell-tale sign of a strong grip molding around him signified that much. It was the name, however, that left him so shocked.

Wild Tiger had been very careful not to used his real name with anyone, so who would know him? Peeling his hands away from his face, stunned blue eyes poured into an identical pair, his partner's.

"Bu-Bunny?!" he squawked in obvious surprise. Of all the places for this man to be in! But that wasn't right; Barnaby couldn't have been a patient. The older man jerked his head forward and saw the shine to the blond's leather jacket. He was in his civilian clothes, not the institutional uniform. So that meant--! Actually, what did that mean?

"Bunny," he said again, looking for the right words to fix all of these questions he had. "What're you doing here?"

Despite the strange turn of events (Almost dying from a crazed woman-hair-cat, suddenly falling head first into the unknown before being caught by his partner), Wild Tiger didn't ask to be put down on the floor. Too relieved to see his partner after months of self-discovery separated them, he lay in Barnaby's grip, comfortable, happy. There was a peace there that couldn't be explained and, frankly, that wasn't the issue right now. Wild Tiger had his other half back with him.

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"I could ask you the same question," Barnaby responded with a frown. He might have initially guessed that Kotetsu came to rescue him, but the man's surprise from their meeting here could only mean that wasn't the case. Kotetsu may have been brought here against his will as well, which raised more questions than answers.

At any rate, Barnaby had used his Hundred Power to catch him, which might not have been necessary, seeing how he'd activated his own ability before his fall. That meant once their powers ran out, they'd both be vulnerable for at least another hour. On the other hand, he hadn't been able to use his NEXT power during dayshift. Even now he could tell that he wasn't functioning at full capacity. Kotetsu was likely in a similar state. He could have been injured if he'd hit the ground head first.

Regardless, it was then that Barnaby realized he'd carelessly used his real name even though the man had donned his mask. While he personally didn't have any use for secret identities, Barnaby respected Kotetsu's choice to keep his name from the public. He'd just been so taken aback at finding him in his arms that it had been the first thing to escape his mouth. A little embarrassed, he glanced away, thankful they weren't being filmed by any TV crews right then.

Normally, Kotetsu would have started squirming to be let down by now, since being carried like this had a tendency to make him uncomfortable after too long, but Barnaby immediately noticed the difference this time. It confused him, especially when he remembered the awful way their last conversation had ended, but this wasn't the time or place to dwell on that. Barnaby could at least act professional enough to set aside any wounded feelings until the situation became less unpredictable.

"What happened?" he asked as he gently lowered Kotetsu onto the ground and looked up toward the dimly-lit railing. "Why were you falling just now?"

"Ah--! That's right! Bunny!" Tiger immediately held onto his hunting cap and pointed at the top of the glass ceiling. "Look out! There's a crazy NEXT and it threw me... off--?" He had expected the thing would have fallen after him to finish the job, but there was nothing there around the railings. Any trace of the NEXT was gone.

"Eh... uh?" He withdrew his index finger slowly, completely befuddled by the sudden silence. There was no crackling noise like a broken radio and the air was brighter, less oppressive. The older man had to wonder if it had even happened. The pain in his shoulders seemed to say as much, but...

"Ah, n-nothing, never mind. I thought I... saw something." His voice grew lighter and more sheepish as he tried to backpedal away from his sudden and embarrassing freak out over something that wasn't even there. "Guess I got scared and tripped over the railing!" It ended in stuttering laughter as he looked back up at the ceiling. "I Just... I dunno, I just fell, I guess..."

He turned his attention back to Barnaby, and for a moment he said nothing, until he finally realized he had his own pertinent questions to shove at his partner. "But you! Where did--I mean, how did you even get here?! Were you institutionalized?!" And by who?

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Barnaby wasn't particularly impressed with Kotetsu's backpedaling. Saying he'd been thrown off was a far cry from accidentally tripping, and yet the man had somehow managed to cross that line in record time. Even more suspicious was the way he'd immediately turned the subject back onto Barnaby himself, as if he'd actually been hospitalized through legitimate means.

"If you can call it that," he icily remarked, his gaze still locked onto railing. "Of course, I'm not the one slipping from the second floor. Even for you, that's careless." He didn't believe a word of it, naturally -- Kotetsu could be clumsy, but Barnaby knew when he was lying about something. In this case, though, he decided not to let himself get too angry about it. This facility had a way of making people second guessing themselves. Barnaby had already experienced that firsthand.

"I'm going to take a closer look," Barnaby added as he moved to retrieve his fallen flashlight. You can follow me or not, was the unspoken sentiment behind his curt words. While he knew now wasn't the time to let their differences get the better of them, he didn't necessarily expect Kotetsu to want to hang around after their last encounter.

With that, Barnaby leaped up into the air with the intention of landing on the railing.

...Only to drop back down onto the floor after reaching about 5 feet. Blinking in muted surprise, Barnaby glanced from the carpet to the second floor. It looked like his weakened Hundred Power hadn't been his imagination after all.

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"Ah--Ehhh, well..." Wild Tiger didn't have a good comeback for that potshot. The lie hadn't been very substantive to begin with, but he knew he would feel like a fool blabbering on about some furious cat-woman who could disappear in a blink of an eye without a trace.

Getting a sour look was better than a worried one like he was losing his mind. Still, the older man tried to defend himself with a glum mumble of "It wasn't like I tripped on purpose. I thought I saw something." He couldn't tell if Barnaby was even listening to his halfhearted attempts to dig himself out, but soon Wild Tiger's attention moved back to the seemingly innocent railing.

When his partner moved to investigate, he was right behind him... until the young man came back down to the ground as if he had forgotten something important. The perplexed look on Barnaby's face, though, said otherwise.

"What's wrong? Did you see something?" If it had come back, he would have expected Barnaby to have been more alert, not bemused. Wild Tiger thought to get a better look and, too, used his Hundred Power to hurl himself up onto the second floor. He only made it about five feet as well before gravity took hold and pulled him down.

"W-What the hell?!" True his powers were declining, but it never affected the potency of his strength before, only the duration. Was this some new side effect? Was there some kind of NEXT-induced barrier that kept them down on the first floor?

"D'ah, this stupid place!" For now, the only thing he could place blame on was the institute.

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Sure enough, Kotetsu dropped back to the floor as quickly as Barnaby had. "Just as I suspected," he murmured as he flexed his hand into a fist at his side, "our powers are still weak for whatever reason." Considering his inability to even increase his strength at all during the day, the fact he could do so now was a miracle in of itself -- or, more likely, a temporary "gift" so graciously bestowed upon them by their captors. After all, if the institute could suppress all NEXT during the day, then it stood to reason that they still maintained some degree of control over them at night.

As much as he wanted to ask Kotetsu what he knew of the latest turn of events, Barnaby still hadn't forgotten his original objective. They could talk later. For now, he wanted to take advantage of their relative freedom to figure out more about this place.

"At any rate," he added as he turned to look toward the door from which he'd come, "I saw some stairs leading up to the second floor on the way here. I'm going to try to head that way before my five minutes are up." With that, he began to backtrack with long, quick strides. He probably didn't have much time left, but it didn't hurt to make the attempt.

It was hard for Baka not to jump at the chance to interfere the moment he saw someone plummeting from the second floor, so very hard, and yet the delay was so very worth it for what he got the chance to see. Another victim had entered in glorious fashion, jumping into, of all things, a glowing rescue of the falling man and intriguing Baka all the more. Who cared that the falling one hadn't splatted on the floor, the guy had been glowing! Was he one of the aliens Baka had pulled there, or something more?

And most importantly of all, how could he use these two for his own enjoyment?

"Wow, how did you do that?!" Baka eventually called at the two, breaking his silent plotting as he made his presence aware.

He wasn't sure how either one would react to someone awing over the blonde's former glow, but he did know that said blonde was at least the protective type. Jumping to the rescue like that couldn't have just been his conscience kicking in at random, after all.

"Ah, wait up, Bunny!" He called out a bit childishly, but the young man's chilly attitude was rubbing him a little raw. It pulled his deep insecurities to the surface and Wild Tiger didn't want to get left behind in Barnaby's exuberant quest to figure out what had attacked him upstairs. He followed right behind his former partner.

Neither made it very far, though. Out of the corner of the Sun Room, another patient appeared. From the inflection in the person's voice, he or she (this lighting and the patient's long hair was not making that important distinction too apparent) was a civilian. It didn't make the potshot sound any better! Wild Tiger immediately retaliated with a glower and a finger pointed directly at the other patient.

"Listen, all I did was fall, okay?! That railing isn't fool proof, you know! People fall! Give an old man a break..."

As soon as a third person revealed themselves, Barnaby slowed down. Using his flashlight beam, he illuminated this stranger as he inwardly debated leaving him behind. Whoever it was, they appeared to be another patient, though this was the first one who had decided to approach him tonight. They were unarmed and didn't look like they posed any immediate threat. Appearances could, however, often be deceiving.

Barnaby hadn't even noticed the newcomer before now, which put him on guard. If he'd had access to his powered suit right then, he could have at least picked up on his body heat before getting caught by surprise like this. What other crucial information was he missing?

He resisted the urge to frown and instead wore a completely neutral expression, squaring his shoulders as the quiet, blue glow of his NEXT powers continued to radiate from his body. "Who are you?" Barnaby asked, deliberately ignoring Wild Tiger's indignant squawking.

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The one that had fallen was really defensive and apparently just as assuming. And yet he seemed to be the nicer one of the pair somehow. Baka didn't like how the blond responded at all, and not just because he got a light straight in his face. He was just too direct, and that face...! If someone was going to at least look like he cared about his appearance (and with those curls, this one must have spent hours at the salon), he should have made just as must of an effort to be happy about it.

"Anyone can fall, you know," Baka reasoned, a bit slowly since he felt he might need to for the guy. Falling was not some kind of spectacular feat, and most idiots even knew that much. "What I meant was him. That glowing! I didn't think anyone here had their powers!"

That was a lie. He'd allowed for some bits of abilities to remain with these patients, particularly at night, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to potentially deflate some egos.

Oh, the person wasn't even addressing him. Embarrassed, Wild Tiger quietly huffed and crossed his arms over his chest and directed his iridescent blue eyes at Barnaby. Once again, someone didn't know what a NEXT looked like. It was becoming increasingly worrisome since the phenomenon happened all over the world. Not all these people could be so cooped up within their own schizophrenic setting that they would block out that information completely.

"Well, he's a NEXT. He always has power..." The last of his words were tinged with uncertainty as his eyes moved from the stranger and back at Barnaby, looking for some confirmation that he wasn't on the wrong page.

Was it so rare for someone to access their powers at night? Barnaby couldn't imagine he and Kotetsu were the only ones, even if their abilities only held a fraction of their full potential. More than that, though, this person seemed completely unfamiliar with how a NEXT looked.

At this point, Barnaby knew it shouldn't have surprised him. It still did, though, even if his expression remained perfectly neutral.

"That's correct," he answered as he slightly lowered his flashlight. "We both are, in fact." Barnaby's gaze didn't waver as he spoke. "But you still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"

NEXT. Which universe was that from again? Ah well, it didn't matter so much since he wasn't even going to pretend that he knew what one was, especially since these two were apparently expecting that he would know.

Baka blinked at the two, then frowned. "Never heard of that before, but I bet you two are great at raves."

Whoops. Now that wasn't a great comment for a scared persona, but he'd really wanted to say as much. Maybe he could play up the comedy a bit more with these two. One was going to be comedy gold if he kept up being defensive, and didn't some people resort to jokes when they were scared enough?

Yeah, this could work.

"Oh right, sorry. Name's Baka," he provided, running with his new found decision to be somewhat of a ham, "And no, I'm not from Japan before you start thinking I was named that way."

"Uhhh--" Wild Tiger pulled his head back at the strange comment and dared to share a look with Barnaby, who might know what this person was talking about. "--right, anyway--" He tried to steer the conversation to something more poignant, but Barnaby beat him to it when he asked for the man's name again. The answer they received was just as strange.

"Wh-What are you--?! Neither of us were even thinking that! Sheesh..." Defensive much. Or racist! It seemed hard to distinguish in the near darkness, but perhaps the man could tell he was Asian. Either way, he was sending Wild Tiger all the wrong signals. Then again, this was a mental hospital, so maybe this was just another deranged patient out and about when he clearly shouldn't have been.

"Anyways, what are you doing in here all alone? You could get hurt, you know! isn't your room a whole lot safer?"

[From here]

The room seemed silent enough, for the moment - but it was hard to see far even with the flashlights, and Hakkai was worried about disturbing anything that might be lurking farther in. He stepped just to the side of the door, keeping the beam of light close to his feet, and glanced back and Gren.

"So far, so good."

Well, they'd made it in, and nothing had attacked them right off the bat. That was a good sign, at least. Of course, the room was large, and once they got past it, there was still the cafeteria to contend with.

But they could cross that bridge when they got there.

"Yeah. Let's hope it hold up."

Hakkai listened, carefully - there was the sound of something going on farther in, but it didn't seem to be getting any closer to him, and he decided he'd rather not play investigator tonight.

He nodded slightly. "Let's go. Close to the wall, then - and careful with the doors, I think. Just in case."

Gren could hear it too, somewhere deeper in the darkness of the Sun Room. Though he wasn't sure what was going on, it was best to stay as far away from it as they could.

"Good idea."

With any luck, they could slip through without attracting attention.

[ooc: Given that neither one of you is interesting enough ~~and I'm not so good on having too many backthreads~~, he grants you permission to pass!]

Hakkai traced a careful path around the outskirts of the the Sun Room. The two doors off on the side got an extra pause and glance with his flashlight, but the only commotion seemed to be happening towards the middle of the room.

Finally, they made it to the door to the cafeteria, and Hakkai opened it cautiously.

[To here]

Edited 2012-03-02 09:30 (UTC)

NS 61: Sun Room

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WOW SORRY! Didn't get the notif for some reason

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