damned_institute | Night 67: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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Night 67: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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Loki slipped out the door into the larger hall. Here, he was cautious enough to burn one illusion to make himself invisible. The distance he needed to cover was small enough that he'd only need to use one in this fashion.

Hopefully he'd be able to find his target quickly enough in the other M-block. The annoying part was that he still didn't know what room was Scar's so he'd have to lie in wait potentially, but he was fairly certain the man was in M-A; Loki had never seen him departing from M-B.

Loki didn't think of himself as sadistic, and didn't take particular pleasure in killing.

Most of the time.

This, he was looking forward to, as a service to at least temporarily make the institute less stupid.

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Yuri followed the most logical pathway from his room. He couldn't be stuck in the bathrooms all night. He expected at almost any time for nurses to come from him, conditioned to have them scolding whenever he tried to stray from the objective they had for him.

Was Kotetsu and Barnaby roaming the same areas? It should be an interesting encounter if they were ever to meet again.

Before he could start to explore, his head throbbed and visions of the past flooded his brain. Memories of the abuse, his father's alcohol fueled rage, it made him lean against the nearest wall. His scar flared up, but luckily his was obscured by his Lunatic mask. Gritting his teeth, he ushered the thoughts away. Not now, anytime but now.

When he took one step, he heard something coming in the halls. Instinctively, he tried to flee for door. But would he make it there in time?

The desire to escape had faded with the Sun, as too had Brook's mind despite his attempts to fight what had happened to him. He'd known what he'd done the night before, to that patient, and that losing over to Landel's control would mean something that horrible happening again. Yet even knowing all that, he hadn't been able to do anything more than plead as his thoughts left him and his voice died off.

Now he was back in the hallways, sword returned to his repaired arm where it had already been drawn. Again, there was something he wanted. There was no point in putting away his blade.

Movement somehow caught his attention, and he turned empty sockets down the hallway, finding a human stumbling through. There. He took one slow step, then a second, and with the third lifted his sword and thrust towards the human.

Very fortunately, Yuri was best at evasion tactics. As his night job required executing those with superhuman abilities, he developed some great reflexes. He moved out of the way, dashing towards the other side of the hallway.

His brows furrowed. He would rather avoid killing outright, but he had no qualms of doing that in self defense. The eyes of his mask turned white and blue-green flames shoot out as a warning towards the other man.

"Oh~ Do you have some business with me?" He inquired, edging closer to the door.

For the first time, the creature had missed, and in feeling his blade his not flesh, but the plaster of a wall, ended up unable to understand what had happened. It's head tilted down at the resonating blade, lost at the absence of what he wanted. There was no scent, and no blood, only a fresh cut in the wall and a sudden desire to correct the mistake.

It heard the human speak and swung around, pulling the sword from the wall and setting it again as the mummy gave a low groan.

Yuri moved swiftly around the strikes. It was rather easy to read his movement and with his agile body made him very hard to get a direct hit. However once the sword managed to graze his side, he knew he couldn't flee now, especially with his nerfed powers.

"What a troublesome creature you are." He conjectured up his first flame dyed in blue-green. "Those who present themselves as dangers to society must be eliminated. So face your final judgement." He shot his fire from only the distance of a few feet.

Whatever the human said fell on deaf holes as the mummy was lacking ears, the creature continuing to attack despite the agility of his target. The other humans hadn't been so troublesome. Another groan, louder and distinctly annoyed echoed over the sound of steel slicing through the air before finally one of the sounds changed - a graze that tore fabric and caught enough to bring the scent of blood through.

There was what he wanted.

Drawing back, the zombie moved to strike the same spot again and make the blood flow more freely. As it did, the empty holes of its eye caught the light of the newly formed flames coming from the human. It had taken no issue with the human's eyes glowing, but this new occurrence told it something. Whether it saw or not was in question, however it could not feel. No pain, no heat from the flames, and no remorse for anything it attacked, however the creature did possess something. It had been modified to obey some base form of instinct. That was the reason it went for humans, and became more aggressive at the scent of blood. It was additionally the reason it backed down against anything that, traditionally, did not mix well with zombies.

With the flames now flying for it, the blade halted as it moved to dodge, ducking off to the right as it instinctively jumped back - the first time it had ever needed to withdraw from any.

[ooc: Sorry for taking so long! I didn't get the notif for this thread! DX Anyway, the moment the fire touches Brook, he will be well-done, and I didn't know how long you want to thread... I'll understand if you want to move on/have something else for Yuri to do and want a short thread, but we can get creative for dragging it out if that is what you would like. I am good either way!]

Yuri didn't bat an eye toward the creature. He had limited fire power, but if he could just get one more flame out he would be free this time. He could use that as a distraction to flee if necessary. He had better things to do and must rest in order to use them again.

Waiting for the right time to strike, he swiftly moved towards the nearest door. But he couldn't help but say some parting words. "I have no ill will towards the innocent, but you are only a danger towards society and must be exterminated!"

Whipping up his second flame, he tried spreading as far wide as he could and shot it off towards the monster. At the most it was only two feet across. While Brook was occupied he used the valuable time to flee into the shadows.

[ooc: Either way is good, I just might be slow at tagging myself. I would prefer if the flames would touch him this time but it's all up to you!]

This was the first time the monster had felt any sense of conflict in attacking its prey. It wanted to get at the human, taste the blood it had finally managed to draw and have flesh once again, yet the threat of fire was keeping it from striking forward. Both were instinct - to feed, and yet not to burn - and eventually one would have to win out.

The human did not hesitate or seem conflicted in any way, moving again and spouting more words. The potential that his prey would get away took the zombie's hesitation from it and made it move as before, the creature lunching ahead to strike. And, just as before, the strangely colored flames came again. There was a momentary move to dodge, however the zombie did not follow through on that, instead keeping his strike on course. Blood and flesh were more important, his desire to feed more instinctive than self-preservation as his dried skin caught in the flame and ignited easily.

They'd fixed him once already. If he burned, they'd fix him again, and this way he would be able to feed.

Yuri kept himself distanced, and kept a eagle's eye on the beast. He didn't wish harm upon anyone, but this beast was nothing more than a savage capable of harming other people. He had to do something about it. Or otherwise trouble would stir. After a minute, he turned around to leave.

He was about to leave but straggled to a halt just before the exit. The memories of his past, beatings, fire, screams. His most vivid memories came back to him. Under his mask, he tightened his lips while the scar darkened on the facial skin. He didn't think much was strange about it though, this place was just made for messing with him.

He threw one last glance up at the creature. Would it continue to pursue him?

Without the ability to feel the fire or worry over what was happening to him, the mummy, now set ablaze, continued to move. Its course had not changed from going after its prey, however its speed was hampered by the flames, as was its vision, however much it had. Vision wasn't necessary though as, even over the fresh scent of burning flesh and bone, the mummy could still make out the more appetizing one of blood.

It groaned and reached out one fiery limb to grab for its meal while the other melted off, dropping the sword from its grasp. The sword clattered to the ground, a melted piece of what had once been zombie-hand still attached.

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