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Night 71: Sun Room

[From here]

Now this place, he remembered intimately for a number of reasons. Goku couldn't feasibly count the number of times Taura, Birdy, and he had come through here to get to the basement. Most of the time they had been stopped by someone or something lurking in here. The memory started his heart pumping with excitement. It had been a long time since he had a proper fight!

The one with Birdy didn't count. Goku thought back further and stopped on the time he had attacked Kibitoshin in this exact room. He tried, but he couldn't remember why he had wanted to defeat the man... Either way, it had been a great fight. It was also the night he had truly met Taura and everything she was capable of. Yeah, those were all fond memories!

Welp. Goku flicked his gaze back and forth within the spacious room, but nothing seemed willing to assault him. That was a real drag!

"Ah well..." Technically, he had a job to complete. Reluctantly, he peeled his feet off the carpet and moved to the doors that lead into the main hallways. He could there'd be a lot of people out there to throw these bricks at.

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[SC thread! If you want to try and fight off a brainwashed Korra, tag in here!]

These prisoners here deserved what they got. That was, at least, how it seemed to Korra when she was told what she needed to do. The guy who'd been briefing her hadn't been the friendliest ever, but that didn't matter.

These criminals were escaping, and it was the Avatar's job to stop them. To get them back to their rooms where they belonged.

Korra lit the room around her by lighting a fire in her palms as she stalked in and around the chairs of the Sun Room. She was in her proper Water Tribe getup again, fabrics and soft leathers that were great for moving around.

The room itself was pretty big; it was possible to sneak around her, if one was extremely careful, but was it worth the risk? Maybe, if one didn't know what Korra was capable of without the limits of the Institute.

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Scar stepped into the Sun Room, light pointed directly at the figure who was silently patrolling the room. It was difficult to make out their identity in the dark, but it was unmistakable that there seemed to be a torch coming straight out of the person's hand.

"Are you friendly?" He stuck to the door, not wanting to charge in and leave the boys on their own. It wasn't that they couldn't handle themselves, but it was an instinct he couldn't shake, no matter the situation.

Al watched the young woman warily, staying to the right of Scar. He held himself in a ready position, his bomb held loosely and ready to throw. He'd rather try and blind her than cause any harm, especially if she had been brainwashed. It wasn't her fault she was in their way.

Ed also watched her and kept a tight grip on his flashlight, bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to move if it turned out she wasn't a friendly.

"Funny you should ask." Korra's free hand shot up to her eyes when the big guy's flashlight blinded her. Three of 'em. One tough guy, and two kids, probably a bit younger than she was. Their ages didn't matter to her, though. They were the enemy, and that was all that counted.

"You guys need to go back to your rooms. Now." Never one for patience, she was only giving one warning. Her tone was far from friendly as she sank down into a more ready position. The boss had told her they'd be coming to this room, hadn't he?

Funny he should...?

"She's been brainwashed," he murmured to Ed and Al. The demand that they return to their rooms confirmed it. That had been Lingormr's focus, had it not? Forcing him to turn back. He kept his light on her, scowling when she sank into a fighting stance. He was conflicted about fighting a young woman, and was certain that he could overpower her without hurting her.

Unless she had otherworldly abilities he didn't know about. Her complexion ruled out homunculus, but there were other oddities around the Institute. Scar was certain of that much.

Alphonse tensed and nodded, shifting to be ready to dart out. "Let's just try to knock her out if we can. I don't like the look of that fire she's got."

"Thirty cens says she can control that fire," Ed muttered as he moved to be ready to run at her from the opposite direction as Al.

Korra growled under her breath. She didn't care about what they had to say, but they weren't listening to her.

"I said... go back... to your rooms!" She had no patience for criminals. In between her words, she sent shots of air in the other three's direction, strong enough to knock them backwards.

She was told not to kill anyone, and she didn't want to kill anyone. But she could rough them up 'til they did what they were told.

Scar hardly had a moment to question why the girl seemed to be attacking thin air. A sudden, sharp gust smacked him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him before he knew what was going on. His back hit the wall behind him, and his sword clattered to the ground. He wasn't used to having to hold something while he fought.

"The hell-?!" He looked frantically to the boys, making sure that they were all right.

Al hit the wall with a thud that blew the air out of his lungs, his sword clattering to the ground but the jar thankfully staying in his hand. As soon as he regained his senses he chucked it as hard as he could at the other patient, hoping she wouldn't blow that back in their faces.

Ed had rather been expecting her to throw fire at them so he immediately dodged to one side, getting a little buffeted by wind in the process, and charged for her. His plans were to try to take her down fast.

Two solid hits and one straggler who was headed her way. Korra could deal with that. She pushed herself off the ground with a bit more airbending, aiming to vault over the smallest one's shoulders and turn his momentum against him. Waterbending principles applied to airbending. The movement wasn't very smooth; she was still rather unsteady with Air.

But Al's flash bomb hit in the middle of the process, and she was knocked off balance with a sharp yell, leaving Korra slightly off the ground and vulnerable.

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Scar pulled himself together, catching his breath and looking to Alphonse briefly.

"Are you all right?" He didn't know what he ought to do with his sword- leave it, and run the risk that she would grab it? Or hold onto it and risk hurting somebody? Scar squinted against the sudden light of Al's attack as he looked over the younger Elric to make sure he was unharmed.

In the end, he only held onto his flashlight, kicking the sword to the side for the moment as he turned his focus to Edward and the girl. She certainly was light on her feet... Lighter than humanly possible, Scar would say. Then what the hell was she doing? It wasn't like the magic Lingormr had used with those damned illusions...

"I'm fine, just a bruise or two," Al said, pushing himself up to his feet. He didn't wait and charged in with his brother, seeing what she had been planning. If they could flank her, keep her distracted, they might be able to pin her down or knock her out. (Rope, that was something they should think about finding or making.) She had some interesting skills, but she was outnumbered three to one--if they could work fast, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Ed stumbled slightly and spun around, right fist aimed at her chin in a punch and the left one aimed for her gut.

While he knew she was another one of them, the frustration of the last several days had been building up, and this fight is giving him the chance to vent some of it.

Korra grunted painfully, Ed's automail grazing her chin and his other fist knocking the wind out of her. That was gonna leave a pretty good bruise. She hit the ground hard, not quick enough with her airbending to properly cushion herself. Did that guy have iron knuckles? She'd seen nonbenders carrying them before, even metalbenders who used them. Either way, this guy was dangerous. Korra knew now that she was fighting for her own safety. Forget the rules. The other kid was approaching her now, too. And Big Guy would undoubtedly follow.

The Avatar pushed herself up, supporting her weight on her hands and swinging her legs around in a fast circle. Now came the fire, originating from her feet and spreading through the air around her to try and scare off her attackers. She didn't care if she burned them, at this point.

There was that fire again. Scar had little doubts before, but it was now obvious that she could make it one her own. The attacks seemed movement-based, though. What if they could get her to be still...?

"Alphonse! Edward!" He lunged for both boys, reaching to try to pull them away from the sudden blaze. The light was, once again, disorienting in the darkness. Scar himself was putting himself dangerously close to the girl, but the instinct to protect the Elrics came before his own self preservation.

More fire?! Al gritted his teeth and dashed forward, diving through the flames to tackle the girl flat to the ground, quite oblivious to Scar's protective lunge.
The flash of pain reminded him he wasn't an empty suit of metal anymore, but it was too late to back out now.

Ed jumped into the air to evade the fire when it swept through where he was standing and the moment he touched down again, he threw himself forwards at Korra, determined to take her down before she could do something like that again.

Come on, who were these guys? Acrobats? Korra's back hit the ground hard once again when both brothers jumped at her. She was going to be pretty beat up when this was over, but right now, she was just getting frustrated.

"Get off!" Within a moment of being tackled, small spits of fire began to mix with her breath. Korra inhaled deeply through her nose, ready to breathe fire at the bad guys who'd just taken her down.

What the hell were they doing? That girl was making fire appear out of nowhere and they dove right into her? The best chance they had was to make a run for it!

Upon noticing sparks flaring up once more, Scar reached out to grab both boys by the backs of their shirts. Should he not miss, his grip would easily be strong enough to yank both boys back.

[From here.]

As they moved through the door, Lloyd subtly flexed his hand, then switched his sword over, giving him a chance to do the same with the other hand. The numbness was definitely spreading. It felt like it was in both hands now. He could still feel, the sensations dull and muted, but would it be enough. If he had to fight something, could he keep a strong grip?

He shook his head, trying to distract himself from the worry-

-and then the Sun Room itself gave him distraction enough. Lloyd's footsteps slowed, taking in the damage revealed by the flashlights. There were literal scorch marks on the floors, dark sweeping patches he'd thought were shadows at first, except there wasn't anything casting them. "What happened in here?" he asked uneasily, eyes darting around the darkened room for any sign of whatever had damaged the floor. Whatever - or whoever. Unbidden, a memory of a monster leaped to his mind. Lloyd had learned long ago that where there was one monster there were usually others, and this room wasn't all that far from where he, Ed, and Al had run into that shadow monster and its cat. Swallowing, he did his best to tighten his grip on his sword hilt. He'd have to be ready in case there was was still something here.

So both Lloyd and Kratos were familiar with these teleportation pads. Something known in their world, though with the way Lloyd was speaking, they were not pleasant to deal with. Castiel more or less knew what to expect from these pads by now, and he was willing to use as many as needed until they reached this records archive they'd all received notes about.

Curious though Castiel might be to read Lloyd's note in the event that there was anything else of interest there, he focused instead on entering the Sun Room. The first thing he did was inch toward the right, where the library was, but he also paused the moment that the beam of his flashlight hit upon scorch marks.

It wasn't so hard to believe that there was a creature here that could spit fire. Castiel wouldn't have even blinked an eye if there was a dragon skulking around, not hiding in human form but out in full force. It was quiet now, but that didn't mean there wasn't something lying in wait for them.

He gave Lloyd a sharp look, an unspoken order to stay quiet, and continued to move toward the library. If they didn't draw attention to themselves, maybe they could pass through unnoticed...

Alphonse yelped when she spat out fire, rolling to dodge out of the way while still at least attempting to keep her pinned. Instead, however, he rolled right into Scar's grasping hand, making him easy to haul away from the fight. "How the hell is she doing this?!"

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