Night 73: East Wing, Residential Hall (Third Floor)

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

Instead of the door leading into another room with another teleportation pad, they were instead let out into a hallway that was lined with doors. Well, that was just great.

Sora let out a sigh and glanced back at Tsurugi and Link. "Guess we should try all of them, huh?" He stepped up to the first one on his left and attempted to turn the knob, but the lock was sticking. There was enough give that he was pretty sure he could break it, but were all of them going to be like this?

"Looks like you might need to use some of your soccer skills here, Tsurugi," Sora said with a small smile as he lifted a leg up and kicked at the door. At least his shoes were hardy enough that he wouldn't hurt himself doing that, but he might end up throwing himself against the door before long.

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[freewill]

While Kratos started at the end, Castiel tried one of the doors closet to the door they'd just come through, and in theory Lloyd could take the middle. It didn't really matter which order they went in, as there was clearly no logic to where the pad would be placed.

Castiel flipped his blade around in his hand, holding it carefully on the bladed side so that he could use the handle as a sort of club. He worked at the lock of the door and then gave it a final shove with his shoulder, which caused it to break and give in.

He switched to his flashlight and poked his head into the room, but there was nothing of interest to be found there. A bed and some other furniture, as if it was meant for someone to stay there, but no purple light.

With a sigh, he moved on to the next door.

[redcladidealist]

With Kratos at the end and Castiel taking the doors at the beginning, the middle felt natural enough to Lloyd for him to head to a door without prompting. Skipping the first door on his right, he checked the knob on the next one. Locked. With a quick adjustment of his grip on his sword, concentrating to make sure he had a good grip despite the lingering numbness in his fingers, he raised his sword and struck the door knob hard with the hilt. It took him two strikes to break through.

The room beyond looked like someone's bedroom, or maybe a small apartment room. Lloyd poked his head in, shining his flashlight around for any sign of a warp pad or the archives they were trying to find. Nothing was immediately visible, though. Lloyd frowned, debating whether to step inside and search every corner, then shook his head. So far, the warp pads had all been plain to see. They could always come back and search deeper if none of the other rooms seemed promising.

The next room, once he'd broken the lock, looked pretty similar to the first. This time, though, the light from his flashlight reflected off a clear and familiar circle raised on the floor in the corner. Lloyd pulled his head back and raised his voice as loud as he dared.

"Kratos. Castiel. In here!"

He waited only a moment before heading in.

[To here.]