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damned_institute2012-06-20 07:19 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 07:19 pm
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Night 64: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Along with his weapons and supplies, Harvey also had two other very important things with him, and he checked his pockets for them as he moved down the halls. First was his coin, which he wasn't surprised to find was there, as he couldn't think of a time when he'd let it be removed from his person. Second was the bracelet that the talking skeleton extraordinaire had given them. Forgetting the whole morbid quality of it, Harvey had to wonder if it could really be trusted.
On the other hand, Sangamon had made use of that ring and it had never come around to bite him, so maybe it was fine. Maybe every once in a while, this place actually made their lives easier rather than more difficult.
With the hall completely empty, Harvey didn't have to waste any time moving down it toward the meeting spot.
[To here.]
Along with his weapons and supplies, Harvey also had two other very important things with him, and he checked his pockets for them as he moved down the halls. First was his coin, which he wasn't surprised to find was there, as he couldn't think of a time when he'd let it be removed from his person. Second was the bracelet that the talking skeleton extraordinaire had given them. Forgetting the whole morbid quality of it, Harvey had to wonder if it could really be trusted.
On the other hand, Sangamon had made use of that ring and it had never come around to bite him, so maybe it was fine. Maybe every once in a while, this place actually made their lives easier rather than more difficult.
With the hall completely empty, Harvey didn't have to waste any time moving down it toward the meeting spot.
[To here.]
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Murphy held the door open for Tsurugi, chest heaving as he sucked in great swallows of air. He was sweating, fear coursing through his veins. How quickly he'd forgotten. One comfortable day was all it took for Silent Hill to seem like just a bad dream.
And holy hell, he'd forgotten how dark it was inside.
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.... Something was wrong. Really wrong. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to, and this level of exhaustion didn't make any sense. There were times when he'd pushed himself a lot harder, to not nearly as much effect. The draining effect was a lot more pronounced here, hitting at particularly intense level even though he hadn't really done anything. And that he hadn't even been able to call Lancelot... It was like all his power had been depleted before he'd even used it. How was that even possible? He let out a sharp breath, annoyed; he wasn't sure what was going on, but he expected a lot more of himself than just this. It was hard to accept his effort had produced something so pathetic.
But at least it worked, in however loose a sense of the word. If the robot had decided to follow them, it probably would have been there by now. Maybe just being inside was enough. .... Not that he intended to stay for long. The wall may have been blocked now, but there was bound to be a door out or something like that around here somewhere. He pushed himself off the wall and started off down the hall, gritting his teeth as he did so; it was taking a considerable effort just to walk without it looking like he was dragging himself, and more yet to conceal that fact.
"... Come on," he muttered to Murphy. He didn't want to be followed, but he couldn't leave someone without a flashlight to wander unwittingly into who-knew-what. If he was stupid enough to throw that away, who knew what else he'd do. And while Kyousuke didn't want to admit it, wandering around by himself wasn't the best idea anymore. He was totally spent; just this was straining him.
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Murphy shook his head, his voice incredulous and half-shocked. He reached out for the kid's shoulder, to halt him a moment. The ex-con wanted explanations. And when he wanted explanations, he had a habit of just demanding them.
"What the hell was that out there?" He didn't even know what he was referring to. Catbot, the orders to return, the Doom Glow...really, it was all equally bizarre. Like he'd wandered into some 80s Saturday morning cartoon or something. Only...evil. And written by Satan.
He was starting to wonder if maybe dinner had been drugged, and this was all some crazy hallucination.
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He was mildly surprised he'd never seen anything like that, though. Avatar users were rare, but the ability was getting a lot of attention lately because of the Holy Road. Kyousuke might not have used his Avatar proper, but most people have would have seen that same energy on TV through the course of Nationals. ... Maybe Murphy just wasn't very connected to the world around him. Kyousuke couldn't say he'd be surprised.
"Spiritual energy," he explained. "It usually can't be seen, but certain people can learn to use it in a physical form."
It was far from the full, proper explanation, but it was all that came; it was hard to keep connecting his thoughts together, and talking was aggravating his headache.
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"I'm sorry. And...what?" Did...did this kid need medication of some kind? Or did Murphy? He guessed he'd heard stranger things, but...it was hard to reconcile them. This was an entirely different kind of strange, despite what he'd first assumed.
"I'm sorry, you're just not making any sense to me. Are you okay?"
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Kyousuke honestly didn't know what to tell him. There was a lot in what he'd said he could expand on, but if Murphy couldn't even process what he did say, that wasn't going to do much good. ... He didn't have the patience for this right now. Not with his head hurting like this.
"... Think of it as concentrated willpower," he decided on finally. That much was true, in a sense. And then, "If you can't understand that much, then anything I tell you will be a waste of time."
He just didn't want to deal with dumbing it down, and frankly, whether or not Murphy understood was his own problem. It wasn't like his comprehension of it was going to help them get out any faster.
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"Okay. Yeah." He nodded, showing he understood that, at least. Man, what had happened to this kid to make him lash out in a crisis? Obviously something.
"I'm sorry, I've just never seen anything like that. Not...not that a person did, anyway." He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "But hey. I've seen a lot of stuff I've never seen before these last few days. And...that was really great. Stunning Catbot back there."
Maybe he could earn a few points in his favor. Usually he was great with kids.
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Still, he'd never seen that ... in a person ...? Kyousuke had never been unfortunate enough to come across anything he'd consider inhuman, but his experience in that regard was exactly the opposite. That was strange, and a little disturbing. What in the world had this guy been running into? Although he did have to snort at the mention of 'catbot.' Was that what he was calling it?
When complimented, Kyousuke shrugged it off as if it wasn't worthy of praise, which, in his mind, it wasn't. ".... That was nothing." It was possible it sounded it egotistical, but to him, it wasn't; he was merely stating the truth. "It didn't work the way it's supposed to. Nothing did. I should have been capable of a lot more than that."
He still didn't understand, and was more than a little put off by it, but then, moping wouldn't change things, and it was pointless to put any reliance in something that wasn't going to work properly. That in mind, he forced himself forward again.
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