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damned_institute2013-01-04 08:39 pm
dividedby) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-04 08:39 pm
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Night 67: Extra Storage - 2nd Floor
[From here.]
Going from inside a Doyleton restaurant back into a dark, unfamiliar Institute room didn't surprise Zero in the least, despite the unnatural, disorienting feeling that came with the transition. At this point, he honestly didn't care where he ended up as long as it was far away from X - and he'd already figured that getting out into Doyleton wouldn't be that easy.
This new location, though...he could swear he'd seen it (or at least something like it) somewhere before. Looked a lot like the storage closet he'd raided on more than one occasion, only with more floor space, different items, and a very strange smell. The smell...yes, that was probably the most noticeable part of this room, and not in a good way. Sweet blood was more preferable to whatever sharp, toxic scent was in this room. Ugh. It was almost enough to distract him from what he was doing and from the fact that his arm was probably quite damaged from his little window punching stunt...
There was one other disconcerting fact about this room beyond its odd scent. There were also no doors that he could see, meaning there was only the one he'd presumably come through thanks to Landel's trickery. So if X followed him here...
...he could only hope that that reckless idiot would actually have the sense to not follow him.
Still, the once-Reploid wasn't going to take any chances. He began quickly walking further into the room without bothering to look back. Wonder if there was anywhere he could hide, or else barricade himself in case he snapped again...
Going from inside a Doyleton restaurant back into a dark, unfamiliar Institute room didn't surprise Zero in the least, despite the unnatural, disorienting feeling that came with the transition. At this point, he honestly didn't care where he ended up as long as it was far away from X - and he'd already figured that getting out into Doyleton wouldn't be that easy.
This new location, though...he could swear he'd seen it (or at least something like it) somewhere before. Looked a lot like the storage closet he'd raided on more than one occasion, only with more floor space, different items, and a very strange smell. The smell...yes, that was probably the most noticeable part of this room, and not in a good way. Sweet blood was more preferable to whatever sharp, toxic scent was in this room. Ugh. It was almost enough to distract him from what he was doing and from the fact that his arm was probably quite damaged from his little window punching stunt...
There was one other disconcerting fact about this room beyond its odd scent. There were also no doors that he could see, meaning there was only the one he'd presumably come through thanks to Landel's trickery. So if X followed him here...
...he could only hope that that reckless idiot would actually have the sense to not follow him.
Still, the once-Reploid wasn't going to take any chances. He began quickly walking further into the room without bothering to look back. Wonder if there was anywhere he could hide, or else barricade himself in case he snapped again...
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It was a disconnect bred of something X couldn't understand: his body was one thing, his mind was another, his nose, his stomach, and the saliva dripping from the side of his mouth taking control while the rest of him took a much-unnecessary backseat. His leg throbbed, his stomach gurgled, and that smell was the only thing that took precedence. It was right there, so close, and all he had to do was reach out, grasp for it, and he could indulge himself as much as he wanted to. It was easy, wasn't it...?
No--
...That didn't stop X from feeling that floaty feeling once more, stumbling into...somewhere. Somewhere dark, with...
Ugh. What was that smell?! It mingled with the sweetness that hung in the air, making a scent combinaton not unlike thick copper mixed with vanilla hand lotion. Even with the appealing scents lingering within, it was enough to make X's stomach turn.
And growl.
He held his head with one hand and leaned against the wall to keep him steady. Wherever he was, he'd never been here before, and--
He let out a small sound, only to move his good hand to cover his mouth in hopes to muffle it.
--it so happened to have Zero there, staring away from him. Was that where the appetizing component of this room's musk was coming from?
Damn it. I didn't want--
Well, too late now. He was here, and so was Zero. He was just going to have to wait until Zero was long gone before he made his move.
His stomach let out a loud, insistent growl in protest.
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Tch-! He followed me?!
Should he honestly be this surprised? The man had followed him everywhere else up to this point and, not to mention, it wasn't the first time X had decided to be reckless. It was a wonder the stupid idiot had managed to survive this long, it really was. He would let a monster tear out his innards just because it had his friend's face on it! And that was close to happening for real if Zero didn't manage to somehow dodge him or hide...
Pushed by adrenaline, Zero hastily continued moving forward. So concentrated was he on getting away from the door and the person he knew was standing in front of it that he somehow managed to forget about the existence of the huge cart sitting in the middle of the room, which he ended up gracefully walking right into. Smart... The cart wheeled itself away from him, throwing him off balance, but he fortunately managed to catch himself before he fell forward to the ground. Didn't take back the painfully loud noise that brainless move caused, though...ugh. He kept moving forward anyway.