Night 64: Main Hallway, 1-West

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Well, that had been painless, but the good time he'd made also meant that he was the first to arrive. Harvey leaned himself up against the wall, swinging his metal pipe around in his hand as he kept an eye out for Scott or Sangamon.

He had to admit, it was strange that their group had been cut down so considerably. He didn't even know if Depth Charge was still around, but it didn't matter to him too much either way, so he hadn't put much thought into it. He figured that one of the others would mention it when they showed up, if they even knew themselves.

While he waited, Harvey grabbed the bone bracelet out of his pocket and started to spin it around in his hand. The skeleton hadn't been too clear about how this worked, but there was an obvious answer about what to do with it, not that he was going to attempt anything until the others had shown up.

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[hiddenbadass]

Nothing that Splinter had taught him could have prepared him for this. There was nothing he could do for her, he realized numbly, as she pulled free from his grasp and left him with bits of shredded skin on his fingers and falling to his feet. His moment of calm was over, replaced by horror.

They were too late. They were too late, and she was rapidly turning into a monster. Mike was frozen in horror.

It only lasted a moment, however, as Niikura jerked him back and brought him to the present. Now. Something. They had to do something now! Disable. Not kill. Disable. Remove as a threat. Save her.

"Shiina!" Mike called out after Niikura, then grit his teeth. "We gotta knock her out before we can't!"

[requitedfate]

Too late. There was no saving this monster now.

Shrinking down, half-feathered hands jerked back, and what was left of her pale skin sloughed off in a rush of metallic feathered wings. The grey clothing hung limp on her now one-foot frame.

Unable to make a sound other than the ruffling of feathers and a soft metallic clacking of wings against the nearby wall, the creature shook itself until it no longer was obscured by the uniform. White, marble-like eyes glanced up, the only features on the Tempest's flat face.

She fluffed her wings. Then took a wobbly step on her three-toed feet, and staggered to the side, having to flap harshly to keep upright. It was like the creature was somewhat top-heavy for its thin body. It finally managed to gain its balance, and when it did, it simply stared, motionless, as if waiting for the males to make the first move.