NIGHT 65: SOCCER/RECREATIONAL FIELD

[albuquerquesnorkel]

[From here.]

Well, it was definitely winter. No snow or anything, but the noticeable drop in temperature made Riley glad for the extra layers he'd gone back to get. He should have tried to find a pair of gloves or something while he was at it; his hands were already freezing.

It was jarring to walk out from so much crazy onto a perfectly normal soccer field, white goalposts at either end and everything. Riley couldn't help laughing a little as he looked around, a slightly unsure laugh that was more a hope for normalcy than it was a sign of it. "Look! Soccer!" He turned back towards the building, and his face fell as the stark white walls revealed nothing familiar. "In a totally generic, big... place. Great."

When the beam of his flashlight fell back on the other guy, Riley managed to mentally snap himself out of it. "Sorry, you were saying? About another reason to stay in the dark?"

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[repelling]

How much do you blame Hollywood for? Uryuu was tempted to retort, but it would have been in jest, even lightened the mood. Not that he was all that attached to keeping things so grim and foreboding, but as he still had a few sobering details to cover, he chose to stay focused.

It helped that answering a protest with indifferent silence did have a suitable effect.

The guy pulled ahead, and as Uryuu followed him outside, he supposed they ought to exchange names. The air hit cold, but not as cold as that night with Kratos-san (yesterday?) when he had been so foolish. His hands curled against it, but with his two (technically three) shirts, he resisted a sweatshirt for the moment. The man's movements seemed - very nearly carefree, making Uryuu all the more wary, tensing as he scanned the field, the walls. Having only peeked out last time, mostly confirming the field and stars, he had not paid much mind to the building past the field. A shed?

Without looking away, "Did Hollywood tell you to expect something a little more garish?" Oops, there it was, with a not so small curve to his lips.

Instead of answering the question, he kept to task. The reason he'd had them step out. He looked up, drawing out the movement. The sky was clear, the moon not half-full but the stars helping. Strange patterns.

"Tell me, are you any good in a fight?"

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

The Anti-Form had found fresh air, the expanse of the outside and the dark sky overhead. There was a whole world to explore, full of hearts, and yet for some reason it felt it should stay close to this place. There were already so many easy targets right here, so moving further outward didn't seem necessary.

But the Heartless did sense one thing, which was some prey -- two hearts -- a bit further away. But there was already another creature dealing with them, and so it would have to move on and find its own targets.

As there wasn't much else to do on the dark field, Sora shifted back toward the building, entering through a different door than the one he'd left from.

[To here.]

[vinesofregret]

[From here]

Hakkai stayed close to the door once through it - he hadn't been out here at night before, and with this place, it was hard to tell what could change.

[repelling]

[ annnd we're back ]

The doors settled, at least for the moment, Uryuu turned around. He turned with aplomb, as if utterly calm, as if unable to hear the terrible sounds still filtering through the wood, walking toward where the moonlight glint on the dropped bat. What belied his smooth indifference: the odd angle at which he held his arm from his body, allowing the great, branching shape of his bow.

The creature could be stronger than it looked, able to break down the doors. Or able to burn through the wall. Perhaps it could burn down the entire shed, and wouldn't that make for an interesting experiment? To see if it still stood or bore any evidence of such vandalism the next day? Yes, it could still pose a threat, and such a commotion could have drawn other things. The bow stayed.

Yet, even with that precaution, he remained oblivious to the movement above. Poole-san had said something; he processed it now, and made no effort to resist this:

"I did tell you," as he bent, taking hold of the bat, "you've gone mad."