Nightshift 24: Recreational Field

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Something told Luke that he really shouldn't have followed Masaru. It was that little voice, the little voice that told you not to touch that button, or pull that lever, or use that Fonic Arte when Tear was trying to sing a Hymn and possibly interrupt and doom your party to a loss, but Luke was still uncertain of this place. He had but a few newfound friends to place his trust in, and Luke knew that he couldn't go alone.

That said, Masaru looked so confident in knowing where the Sun Room was that Luke didn't think he could possibly be wrong. So Luke followed, like a good sheep, to the door that Masaru was leading them too.

Opening it, Luke was expecting to see Larsa and That One Girl, awaiting them with news of what would happen next. Instead, he was greeted by darkness. His eyes eventually adjusted to the weak moonlight to show a field.

"Uh, Masaru? Are you sure this is the Sun Room...?" Luke asked, sounding very worried. Now that he thought about it, that shed in the corner seemed kind of... familiar...

... Because this was the same field that they were in just hours ago!

"MASARU! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW WHERE YOU WERE GOING!!!"

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[intoindra.livejournal.com]

The demon snarled in its rage and pain, its mounting rage only becoming more black, more filled with hatred, with every moment. Its weapons sliced the air with furious yet blind power, the attacks lethal if only they had been given something to hit.

But finally it stopped giving voice to its fury, and when it did it heard its prey. It would not go hungry, it would not let another meal escape, it would not let a blasphemer and an ancient foe think that they could escape its holy fangs!

As the ice began to melt, once more the demon raised its hand to the heavens. This time, the heavenly light which emanated from its outstretched fingers bathed only Indra, and before their very eyes the wounds that Indra had suffered began to knit closed, to mend in mere moments. And once it was healed, it would regain its power by consuming those who had opposed it...

[unseenlmages.livejournal.com]

"Your headache is the very least of our problems right now," D replied coolly, trying not to let his agitation show through. "If you don't want to be eaten, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and hang on." Not that D really trusted Aidou to listen to him. Which was why he tightened his grip on both the vampire's arm and waist. He wasn't going to let Aidou struggle out of his grasp. Not with that thing raging behind them.

And speaking of the creature, D glanced briefly behind them to see what it was doing. The image of that light surrounding the demon, healing its wounds...was not a comforting one. If they didn't move quickly, it would be upon them again in no time.

Reaching the door, though, D was forced to let go of Aidou's arm for a brief moment. Just long enough to reach for the knob and open the door. It was anyone's guess where it actually led, but it was undoubtedly better than waiting to be mauled out here.

[idolism]

What was this one's defect? Aidou would be fine. If nothing else, his chances for survival, in comparison to D's, were much higher by the looks of it. The guy was treating Aidou like a little duckling he had to protect at all costs.

It had been annoying before, but now it was starting to go beyond simply not wanting to see someone as young and beautiful as Aidou get squished by a giant monster. In what way did D relate to vampires.

When he looked over his shoulder, he saw the creature was healing. Actually healing itself, as though it deserved to get away after all it'd done. The gouge from Indra's teeth was still bleeding because of all the jostling; it seemed like his blood was smeared on just about everything. Aidou cursed. He knew every single wound that had been inflicted on his body, and who had caused them, and this case was no different. He had Indra's scent, and that was enough. He wouldn't be forgetting the debt he owed the creature anytime soon.

But now, he had to get out of range. Anymore unnecessary damage, and he'd be in more trouble then he'd like to admit.

"We don't have problems," Aidou said to D. As soon as the other opened the door, Aidou forcibly pulled his arm away. He wasn't so weak that he couldn't keep his own feet. "I can practically smell your exhaustion. Stop being all self-sacrificing; it's not becoming."

At least being near the cell blocks, there was (relatively) clean linens to be used. Aidou pushed through the doorway. Damn, but he was getting sick of pain.

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