石田 雨竜 ➳ Ishida Uryū (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-08-22 09:13 pm
repelling) wrote in damned_institute2012-08-22 09:13 pm
NIGHT 65: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
[ from here! ]
Uryuu believed the newcomer would follow him, but still kept his initial pace slow, in anticipation of hesitation or his expectation not being met. As he walked, he again shut off the flashlight, saying as he did:
"I try to preserve as much battery life as I can. Of course, how you handle yours is up to you, but there's another reason you might consider acclimating to moving in the dark."
Keeping slow also made it possible to move ahead yet speak quietly. The reason for preferring the dark matched that for lowered voices. To say it before or after the stars? Would it make much difference? Suppose the night sky was overcast? Perhaps he should claim for the time being that there were guards, hostile and responsible for the kidnapping. That might have been easier to believe, had he not already given much of the actual truth (or what seemed to be the truth).
Maybe he wouldn't have to say anything. Maybe a monster would do the explaining for him.
Despite having grown up seeing ghosts and spirit beasts, Uryuu wasn't superstitious. Not in the least. Yet, for a moment, he felt compelled to knock on wood.
Uryuu believed the newcomer would follow him, but still kept his initial pace slow, in anticipation of hesitation or his expectation not being met. As he walked, he again shut off the flashlight, saying as he did:
"I try to preserve as much battery life as I can. Of course, how you handle yours is up to you, but there's another reason you might consider acclimating to moving in the dark."
Keeping slow also made it possible to move ahead yet speak quietly. The reason for preferring the dark matched that for lowered voices. To say it before or after the stars? Would it make much difference? Suppose the night sky was overcast? Perhaps he should claim for the time being that there were guards, hostile and responsible for the kidnapping. That might have been easier to believe, had he not already given much of the actual truth (or what seemed to be the truth).
Maybe he wouldn't have to say anything. Maybe a monster would do the explaining for him.
Despite having grown up seeing ghosts and spirit beasts, Uryuu wasn't superstitious. Not in the least. Yet, for a moment, he felt compelled to knock on wood.
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It was shadowy and dark, slightly more so than the unlit hall, and seemed to be human-shaped. No human the Once-ler had ever heard of had glowing yellow circles for eyes, though. Aside from those eyes, he couldn't make out any other details in the darkness.
With one hand he frantically tried to push off his attacker, the other hand fumbling to turn his flashlight on so he see what - or who - was trying to maul him tonight. Finding the switch, the Once-ler held the light by his head and flicked it on, using the glowing yellow circles as a target for the beam.
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His yellow eyes caught on the thing in the man's hand, and he realized what it meant: light. Just in time, Sora managed to dart out of the way, his claws screeching against the floor as he rushed forward and managed to slip around the Once-ler's right side.
As he circled around, he aimed for the man's back with one claw, pulling it down in a diagonal slash. While the Heartless preferred a direct attack, such as digging into its target's chest, it knew it had to be careful if its prey had a light source on hand.
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He rushed to his roommate's side, ready to help fight off the monster like he fought off the birds two nights ago. He raised his flashlight like a club, striking out at the back of the monster's wispy (spiky, too) head, before he noticed something else.
It didn't like the light.
Eugene quickly turned the flashlight around and switched it on, aiming the beam squarely at what he assumed was the shadow monster's face. "Use your flashlight! It doesn't like light."
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Fortunately, Flynn was quick to act, first attacking and then turning his own light on the creature. Biting his lip to ignore the pain in his back, the Once-ler followed suit. It made sense that two beams of light would be much harder to avoid than one.
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Before it could make another try, though, it was pinned down by both flashlights, suddenly turned on and aimed toward it. The Heartless' eyes glowed a brighter yellow, the only sign of a response or of panic other than the way that it skittered off, turning tail like a spooked animal. It escaped further down the hall, having to give up the hunt once more.
[To here.]
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Two lights trained on it was more than the shadow could handle and it disappeared, slinking off into the darkness. Eugene stared after it for a few moments, breathing heavily. "...Light. Huh. I'm really glad that worked," he remarked at length. Fear had pitched his voice ever-so-slightly higher than was strictly appropriate for the maintenance of the sarcastic bad boy image he normally took such pains to portray. "Would've been pretty terrible if it hadn't. I mean, more terrible than it already was."
It had only gone after the Once-ler, though. Why? They were both pretty badly beaten up and didn't stand much of a chance against something with sharp, pointy claws. It stood to reason that both of them would have been a target. So how come it had ignored Eugene so entirely?
And...it had been vaguely person-shaped. Kid-shaped. Had that even been a monster, or was it a transformed patient? Guilt twisted painfully in Eugene's stomach. There was no way of knowing, and beating himself up about it could wait. The Once-ler was hurt.
Eugene moved closer to his roommate, ready to act as a human crutch if he needed to. "How bad is it? Can you get to Rapunzel's room?"
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His hand was shaking slightly. Now that the threat was gone, the fear from the moment was catching up to him. Taking a few slow breaths, the Once-ler struggled to compose himself. "Good thing I explained flashlights, huh," he replied as nonchalantly as possible, but the quiver in his voice and the nervous laugh that followed betrayed him.
The man straightened up, wincing as his back injury flared in protest. "Although, compared to what happened last night, I think I got off easy." He tried craning his head around to get a glimpse of the cut, but found it to be a fruitless endeavor. "It doesn't feel too bad. I can still move, it just hurts."
The Once-ler's eyes were still locked on the darkness that the Sora-like shadow had escaped to. He'd only met Sora twice, and the first time had been hectic, but the resemblance had been uncanny. One didn't forget a kid with hair that spiky.
Breaking his stare down the hall, the Once-ler glanced at his roommate. "That thing," he started, his voice a bit softer. "Was... was that Sora?"
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"Not that I have anything against the barbarian look, of course. I know some great barbarians! Lovely people. One of them is a very good interior designer! The things that man can do with bloodstains and a bear rug..."
He was so caught up in his own slightly nervous chatter that the Once-ler's question took several seconds to fully sink in.
"Sora?"
Oh no. Oh please, no.
"I...I've never met him. We've only written to each other on the board."