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damned_institute2012-12-20 11:32 am
firewhichrefines) wrote in damned_institute2012-12-20 11:32 am
Night 67: Basement: The Grand Ballroom
[[from here]]
The transportation nausea -- it was at once familiar, something he'd grown accustomed to, and somehow worse, perhaps due to anticipation. Sasuke squinted his eyes shut against the yellow light of the chandeliers that dangled over the space for a moment, resisting the urge to press the heel of his palm against a temple, and then forced himself to straighten and look around a second time.
It was as inexplicably large with improved vision as it had been the first time he'd properly seen it, as improbable a space as it had ever been when his knowledge of it was limited to fire and echoes and the trudge of bare feet over floor. That old, old suspicion resurfaced briefly -- genjutsu, and on a scale unimaginable -- and faded as quickly. Even if it were, there was no way of breaking it with chakra. The only way out was sheer force or destruction of the caster.
Assuming it were, anyway.
Accustomed by now to continuing conversation through the heady confusion of relocation, Sasuke turned even as he headed for the heavy doors that were their destination. "A cure," he repeated, voice skeptical. "A real cure, or just Landel's whimsy ending this particular round of amusement?"
The transportation nausea -- it was at once familiar, something he'd grown accustomed to, and somehow worse, perhaps due to anticipation. Sasuke squinted his eyes shut against the yellow light of the chandeliers that dangled over the space for a moment, resisting the urge to press the heel of his palm against a temple, and then forced himself to straighten and look around a second time.
It was as inexplicably large with improved vision as it had been the first time he'd properly seen it, as improbable a space as it had ever been when his knowledge of it was limited to fire and echoes and the trudge of bare feet over floor. That old, old suspicion resurfaced briefly -- genjutsu, and on a scale unimaginable -- and faded as quickly. Even if it were, there was no way of breaking it with chakra. The only way out was sheer force or destruction of the caster.
Assuming it were, anyway.
Accustomed by now to continuing conversation through the heady confusion of relocation, Sasuke turned even as he headed for the heavy doors that were their destination. "A cure," he repeated, voice skeptical. "A real cure, or just Landel's whimsy ending this particular round of amusement?"
no subject
But Sasuke had come prepared for action, not discussion. Aidou did not have much time to complain before there was a jolt, followed by the familiar tinkling of water against rock.
The ballroom.
In retrospect, the noble wasn't quite sure how fond he was of the manhandling, but he supposed he didn't have room to complain, anyway. He might not have approved of the ring, but it completely cut out the time they would've needed to get to the basement on foot. Given how things were changing on a whim lately, time was of a particular value.
He straightened his sleeve, giving his body time to adjust, then raised his eyes to Sasuke. "Are the two not the same? Regardless if this theoretical cure came by way of clues from an outside source, he certainly knows about it. From what I've heard, ingesting a type of plant from the greenhouse has cured some of their symptoms."
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