NIghtshift 26: 2nd Floor Hallway near Railed Area

[visualize.livejournal.com]

[From here.]

It was around that time when Jade's pace slowed considerably, almost to that of a snail's. Even though it involved a woman of some sort, he was certain that he'd have more than enough time to dwell between the halls while still making it back before his Majesty reached his own destination. He walked the halls with more ease than he held moments before, swinging his fontech back and forth as he wandered along.

The rail caught his attention almost instantly, and Jade found himself looking over the edge in practically no time. Even at this height he was able to make out the shapes of chairs and couches that lined the Sun Room's floor. This area seemed to awaken some nostalgia inside him, reminding him of the very bridge that overlooked the first floor of the Cathedral back in Daath. If he remembered correctly, it was where Luke came to him after seeking whatever moral support he could squeeze out of his allies. Life was more hectic back then, and they were facing dilemmas that no person could keep to their own.

Jade chuckled at those memories, letting himself relax in the darkness.

[To here.]

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[perfect-meld.livejournal.com]

Ah, here they were! Front row seats to some asses being kicked.

Kasady's eyes filmed over a little, as the symbiote merged over in that area. The Sun Room below lightened up immediately as the night vision set in. Couches and chairs and a wide enough space. Not much of the really nicely heavy stuff to throw around - a tank or a bus full of passengers would've been more entertaining - nor the space to websling or anything. Not their ideal battleground, but it wasn't their ass on the line right now.

The serial killer leaned over, hands on the rail, to watch.

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

[Brock stalking in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/191348.html?thread=12872820#t12872820)]

If anything, he should have been watching his back, not the show a story below.

Brock mounted the stairs, licking his lips and running his tongue over his fangs. They were as sharp as ever. His claws were already out, but it was a damn shame they couldn't fully become Venom. There was a kind of freedom to being Venom, to really being that which goes bump in the night, and it was the true extent of Parker's - and the symbiote's power. As true as it could get without being actually bonded to their Spider anymore.

Still, they would work with what strength they had. Before they came into view of their target, Brock carefully mounted the walls, laying his claws careful and deliberate out in front of them and taking his time crawling toward Kasady's back. One hand, then another, and then another out in front of him as he silently bared his teeth in an instinctive snarl, crawling closer and closer.

Once they were close enough, they marked the particular pulses of heat in Kasady's head. The problem with killing a symbiote was that it was difficult to - you could either starve it, or you had to take out the Host. And even then, it was an uphill battle. Still, Brock was game if his Other was. Brock pushed off the wall and lunged for Kasady...

[perfect-meld.livejournal.com]

Kasady heard the snarl and shift of his weight, and managed to duck sloppily to the side, the claws and fangs coming out. They whirled, eyes landing on Venom.

How the hell--?!

Even the symbiote was stunned. Neither of them could figure out how the Old Timer had snuck up on them like that. But whatever the case, Pops looked pissed.

Kasady leered. They flexed their claws. "Sure you want to go startin' something with us? Thought you'd know better than to pick on someone bigger and better than you, Dad."

They'd be happy to finish it, right here and now. Maybe Kasady hadn't intended to go offing Venom just yet, but why the hell not? He wanted to play rough, they could play that way too. And if he was going to die anyway, no point in delaying it!

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/191348.html?view=12899188#t12899188)]]

Bad luck. Allen seemed to have the worst of it. He'd brought the girls right up into the thick of a battle between the two Akuma he'd seen a day earlier. He'd known there was something about them that didn't sit right. Allen stayed in front, putting himself between the girls and the dangerous Akuma. Rhode would likely be just fine, but Emily?

He cursed quietly under his breath. It was difficult for them to sneak quietly past when his eye was lighting up half his face in a vibrant red. He could only hope the two would be more interested in their personal battle than in the humans that were creeping past.

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Rhode had gotten all but drug up the stairs due to her refusal to release her hold of Allen. Her hand was instinctively keeping it's grip in response to the unemotional one's presence. Rhode didn't actually understand the feeling that was jealousy as she'd never had to deal with it - everything she had ever wanted the Earl had given her, and whatever it was remained hers. Not knowing jealousy, but feeling it nonetheless, only added to her desire not to share what she deemed as hers. Allen Walker she would share with no one!

Especially not with some unemotional woman who Rhode felt threatened by. ... no, there was no threatening about it! Rhode just didn't like her! Or at least, that's what Rhode tried to convince herself of. She didn't need or have the desire to feel like a weak human again, and, with part of her abilities now back, she was no longer Catherine Grace; she was Rhode Camelot!

"Allen...!" Rhode turned back to him from her continued glaring at Emily, about to protest since, she now realized, he hadn't commented on whether he believed her or not, but found her attention grabbed by something else. There were two others a ways off from them, definitely not humans. From both of them, she got a sense of rage. Not so twisted as the one who was making the air heavy, but pretty nasty works anyway.

[twelveapathy.livejournal.com]

As expected, resuming their pace had brought the earlier conversation to well-timed end, at least for now. They walked up the stairs to the second floor. Upon arrival, however, it seemed that something was keeping them from going forward. Allen and Rhode had noticed it, and so did Larxene.

Two men, fighting each other, one of which she recognized.

It would be bad if Eddie saw her and spoiled everything. Although he seemed to be pretty focused on his opponent, the risk was still there.

“What should we do…?” she asked. “Should we make a run for it?”

[thirdtonever.livejournal.com]

As soon as Chase could clearly see the railing around the opening to the sun room, he stopped. There were two fights - at least - going on nearby. One with two patients (or monsters? They could have been either) snarling at each other, and one with a small group staring at a strangely pale woman walking toward them.

He stilled and narrowed his eyes. That woman ... she was long since dead. He could tell. Hatred and sorrow absolutely pulsed where she walked.

Quickly, Chase slipped along the wall and headed for the not-so-far-off double doors that lead into the chapel. He could remember this path, having taken it once before. Swiftly avoiding getting caught in either crossfire and not pausing to glance down at the carnage in the sun room, Chase made his way to the chapel's doors.

[thirdtonever.livejournal.com]

[hewhoprotects.livejournal.com]

[coming from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html?thread=12934281#t12934281)]

Ichigo looked around the next hall, saw nothing of real interest, and continued to move on. This was where that girl and the child had showed up, but he was determined to move on. There was noise coming further down the hallway, but he ignored it and went up to the hallway that they were going to explore last night.

[hewhoprotects.livejournal.com]

[Off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/193881.html)]

[wontshutup.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, damnit," Keigo was really getting tired of this running around. He didn't have the energy to be chasing after that idiot!

...

Wonder where that came from, Keigo blinked at his own thoughts, realizing that perhaps he had something welled up for a while. Whatever. He didn't care about that at the moment.

He continued.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html?thread=13099401#t13099401)]

The sense of heavy danger grew the closer he got to the railed area and he found it difficult to breath when he could hear the sounds of some kind of battle downstairs. Whatever there was in the sun room, he wasn't curious enough to find out.

He skirted around the area as far away as he could, and continued on his way hurriedly towards the dark end of the hallway.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/189260.html)]

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html?view=13269641#t13269641).]

Now they were directly over the Sun Room. The pressure in the air was staggering, and Keman found himself wanting as far away from the railed area as he could. He didn't want to take the chance--however unlikely--of being seen by the person who had hurt Renji and that girl.

"Th-there seem to be a lot of hallways ahead," he said nervously, indicating the area illuminated by Valyn's mage globe. "Do we want to keep going straight...or...?"

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

Max stepped ahead of the pair, putting Valyn's light at her back and narrowing her gaze as she peered down the hall ahead of them, her nightvision scanning the corridor.

"I think we should stay away from the sunroom, it seems to attract rather powerful things, and considering you want to get somewhere, lets stick to this side of the hall. This one goes down further and mimics the end we came from. There's two stairwells - probably back down again - and two hallways off to the left. Your big room might be down there. We should check it out, I haven't been down this far before. Come on."

And with a crooked smile flashed over her shoulder, she fell into the lead this time, moving on down the corridor and away from the dread-filled room below.

(Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/197156.html?thread=13271332#t13271332))

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

[gallivanting in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/197156.html?thread=13301028).]

The suffocating feeling Javert had experienced near the Sun Room returned with a vengeance as he drew closer to the railing, and he tried desperately to ignore the beginnings of panic in the back of his mind.

He tried to walk faster. He didn't want to be here any longer than he had to.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

The corridor widened enough that Armand could walk beside Javert even though every step was like swimming upstream through the thick air and his rising terror. There were others nearby, but this wasn't where they were going. Mostly because there was nothing to see.

"Maybe we should run," he suggested, almost choking on the air.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Since his suggestion of invading the Sun Room had been eschewed with a firm hand, Trevelyan had been quiet. Not sulking as such, merely quiet. He wasn't used to being 'disobeyed'. When he suggested something, people went with it. Mostly because they had to, but he also liked to think that he had rather good plans.

Good like Cowslip? Good like the whole damn GoldenEye fiasco? some rebellious and mean portion of his brain snapped, which did little to improve his mood. He hadn't even entered the janitor's closet, merely lurked around outside, getting the lie of the land.

Then he realized that he had no weapons aside from his flashlight and his pillowcase sack, and figured that maybe he should have gone back and grabbed something. Too late now - there was a heaviness to the air again.

He was prepared (he thought) for whatever lurked ahead, either fighting it or running past it. In any case, he hoped there wouldn't be fire.

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html)]

There seemed to be plenty of excitement in this hallway. Albel noticed two patients fighting, another being choked by some wench and not to mention the noises of a battle raging beyond the railed area -- within the sun room.

The Wicked One seemed to be a walking contradiction when it came to this. After all, battle was what he lived for, his only form of excitement. But he wasn't any sort of 'hero', therefor wouldn't meddle with any of the chaos going on here. He was minding his own business, and if some of these fools get killed, well, good riddance. If a person wasn't strong enough to defend himself, he wasn't worth to be saved.

The Elicoorian didn't care less what his so-called 'companion' would do, either.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

Yuber strolled in beside his companion as if all of the events around the knight had gone unnoticed. He had seen the events and struggles transpiring around them both, but only ended up ignoring them entirely; other than the amused little smirk on his lips that gave away the fact that he had seen the Chaos.

Moving swiftly down the hallway, his long strides effortlessly took him past the railing and the wonderful sense of dread hanging on the air around them, before the pair came across a crossroad of sorts. Pausing in his movements, the knight glanced down the unknown hallway ahead of them, before his attention drifted over to look down the one to his left. While they had been in that direction the previous night, they’d only had time to begin a search in the chapel before he’d woken up in his quarters.

Trailing the torchlight and his gaze along the wall, Yuber sighted one of the doors busted open, before his attention fell on the seemingly unopened room beside it. Considering the first room looked to have already been raided – the black knight found himself curious to know what lay beyond the next one. There was no harm in having a quick look, and if it proved fruitless they could continue onwards.

Changing directions, Yuber didn’t need to glance behind him to know that Albel would follow as he made his way over towards the closed room. Reaching out to the padlock with his free hand, he toyed with the metal within his grasp as he shone the torched light on the lock.

“It looks rusted,” He murmured after a moment, before glancing back to regard Albel. “Have you been within this room before?”

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Albel silently followed Yuber, not really caring in what direction they went. It wasn't like he knew what hid behind every door, anyway.

"I haven't." The Elicoorian admitted, glancing at the rusty metal in question. "Hmph, we might as well see what those maggots have hidden behind such a poor lock." Considering it didn't take much effort to break it, it made the Elicoorian wonder why they locked these doors in the first place.

After a brief pause, he smirked. "What are you waiting for, worm?" Albel replied. "Or can't you open a poorly locked door?" The captain could easily open it himself, of course, but this maggot happened to be in the way.

Besides, why not let him do it?

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/201715.html)]

Hmph, it seemed not much had changed as Albel entered the hallway for a second time this night, his crimson eyes scanning the area as he swept his flashlight around. There seemed to be no distractions, which suited the Captain just fine.

The Elicoorian glanced back over his shoulder into the room behind him, waiting for the worm to come after him.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

Stepping back out into the main hallway, Yuber’s calm gaze surveyed the area, as he held the container securely tucked beneath his left arm. The general aura of Chaos was still filtering strongly though the area, and the black knight found himself walking over to the railing before peering over.

There only seemed to be one figure standing within the room, but even despite that, it left the knight with the remnant feeling of needing action. “There is something different about that one,” He murmured, more to himself but allowed his voice to carry over to where Albel stood.

Tracing around the barrier of the railing, Yuber stepped back out into the main area of the hallway – his eyes remaining constantly locked with the figure on the floor one level below – before he managed to raise his gaze up to meet with his companion’s. “I’ve heard of patients regaining their powers in the few days since I’ve been here.” Where his thoughts were going on that idea at this moment, Yuber didn’t know, but there was something within the knight that left him wondering behind the purpose of this particular Chaos.

Since despite what those of Order might claim, Chaos always had a meaning behind it, no matter how totally illogical it seemed.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html?thread=13604745#t13604745).]

In spite of the growing weight to the air, Kadaj moved confidently-- all right, almost confidently. It was hard not to feel out of sorts when the air felt thicker than water and a terror not unlike one he imagined he'd feel if he were drowning gripped him, but he felt the need to keep his head held high. How long that would last remained to be seen, but he seemed to be doing all right so far.

Unfortunately, what little composure he still had disappeared when he saw what else was in the hall. Yuber's presence didn't bother him, but that blue, oddly translucent woman was...

Shivering slightly, he averted his gaze and started walking faster, hoping to escape her notice. After encountering both the laughing specter last night and the hooded but considerably more solid creature the night before, he was anything but enthusiastic about seeing what this one would do. He had to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Ducking his head in an effort to make himself even more invisible, he hurried on. There was no way he was staying around this hall any longer than he had to.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/197156.html?thread=13606692#t13606692).]

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html), i swear to god if i need to post this again something is dying. DX]

Not wanting to waste any more time, Naminé followed the other two to where she pointed. She knew exactly which door it was, and as soon as her flashlight fell on it's handle, she reached past Roland and Soma to carefully open the door.

It seemed like someone else had been here already, but hopefully that meant that any monsters that might have been lurking in this room were already taken care of.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/201715.html)]