Night 71: Conference Room 1 (Third Floor)

[forsworn]

[from here]

Like the last room he had gone into, this one had a series of chairs arranged around a long, sleek wooden table, with a large screen hung nearby. What Kratos was actually interested in, though, was the teleportation pad at the back. He could see it just behind the table, a faint purple aura in the surrounding air denoting the location of the pad on the ground.

"And so it begins," he remarked wryly as he walked around the table. This was a little more stimulating than Magnius's ranch since the scenery changed, but the concept was still the same, and he would be lying if he claimed that he'd enjoyed blindly running from pad to pad.

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Lloyd groaned at the comment, knowing exactly what Kratos had to be referring to. "Don't say that," he all but begged, even as he stepped up to the pad. "Maybe we'll get lucky and this is the right pad to take us where we're going." He could dream, right? He could hope that Landel wasn't as bad as Magnius and wouldn't make them go back and forth all night.

Ugh, who was he kidding? He wouldn't put it past Landel to be as obnoxious as that. As his feet hit the pad and he turned to face away from the corner while the others stepped onto it to join him, he murmured to Castiel in explanation, "We had to go through this place one time that made it feel like we'd be on warp pads forever."

Light began to gather, and Lloyd braced himself.

[To here.]