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NIghtshift 26: 2nd Floor Hallway near Railed Area

[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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"Hmph. If you know everything so well, fool, why don't you try it?" Albel scoffed, his eyes slightly narrowing as he continued gazing at the worm traveling with him.

Albel was just about to demand what the worm had meant with his next statement when he felt something brush through his hair. His muscles immediately tensed, as it was quite obvious someone had sneaked up to him. He turned around to see (and perhaps kill?) the maggot was foolish enough to do such a thing (he was no pet!), only to see the woman standing behind him. To say the captain was surprised would be quite the understatement.

'Where did this tattooed wench come from?!'

the smile gone, forever gone, his blood pooling on the floor with the family head standing over

"The pain, carved deeper, deeper," she whispered, but the whisper was her own voice, a thousand times over, the sound of the pain of a thousand souls as it had been carved into her soul.

She reached out to lock her hands around Albel's thoat.

Yuber simply continued to watch the other patient as they scoffed back their reply. Absently passing a glance over towards Kadaj as the silver-haired male snuck past, the black knight did nothing further than to simply acknowledge the other’s presence. He’d have to return back to terrorising him at some point, but for now Albel was proving more than adequate at entertaining him.

The reaction the other fighter gave to his adoring fan was more than amusing, and seeing the sheer amount of surprise on Albel’s face only highlighted the situation further. Yuber made no attempt to aid his companion though as he watched those pale hands slip their way around Albel’s throat. He could easily sense the malevolence seeping out of the apparition, and it only seemed to highlight the knight’s mood as he stood by and muttered. “Perhaps I should give you both some quality time to get to know each other better hmm?”

Tilting his head to one side in thought, the knight didn’t show any signs of helping Albel as he stood his ground. It was not his battle firstly, and unless their future challenge between him and the other was threatened, there was nothing for him to gain by aiding Albel, “Unless, of course, you wish to break her heart Albel.”

[OOC: I don't know if we want to change the posting order so then Albel response directly after Reika? It would probably make more sense in the end if it happens that way >___>]

Albel wanted to tell that insolent maggot to shut fuck up, but he never got the chance. Before he knew it, the tattooed wench had seized him by the throat, cutting off both his words and his air supply.

The tattoo spread on his pale skin, but Albel didn't see it, didn't pay attention to the snake and holly. The pain spreading along with it made it difficult to focus on anything else. Nothing else existed anymore, nothing but the despair, the guilt suddenly pulsing through his body. And he couldn't even scream, as nothing more but a choked sound escaped his throat.

Instinctively, Albel's only hand grabbed the ghostly arm and tried to remove it from his throat, but the Elicoorian was unable to break the iron grip. He was too weak, too weak to even save himself, nothing more but a failure.

Nothing had changed, he was still as weak as he was all those years ago. A dragon that roared, a scream that echoed in his head while he could nearly feel the heat of a raging inferno around him. But it was that scream, a scream that he would never forget. If he hadn't been so weak...perhaps he wouldn't have...he'd still be alive. He wouldn't have died in his place...

If he hadn't failed...

Father...he died because of him, because of his failure. Everything was his fault...

Reika's fingers tightened on Albel's throat, cold radiating from her skin. A small smile curled up the corners of her lips.

"See no more," she whispered.

Another choked sound escaped his lips as the woman's fingers tightened on Albel's throat. His lungs were beginning to ache - to burn as they fought for air they couldn't receive. His grasp on the ghost's arm became weaker, his hand shaking but still stubbornly trying to loosen the iron grip on his throat.

He didn't even hear the whisper as the pain blinded his senses, the cold barely registering. Memories and visions plagued the warrior's mind, a scream he didn't want to hear.

He'd said he'd make him proud, but he was failed. Nothing but a failure, a weak and pathetic failure.

It didn’t take much for Yuber to see that whatever this creature was was obviously strong enough to cause a decent amount of damage to their victim. The tattoo spreading across the skin on Albel’s neck and throat was also a rather interesting concept to the knight. Yet he found himself increasingly dissatisfied when it appeared that Albel was succumbing to this little pathetic choking attempt this spectre was giving.

Yuber did nothing but watch the event quietly for the first few moments - waiting to see if anything could happen, but found that the continued choked sounds being emitted only concluded the fact that Albel would not be able to break himself free from his opponents hold. It was a pity, and the black knight wondered if the other patient was truly worthy of battling him again, but he had given his promise, and unless his own life was put into jeopardy, Yuber wanted to squeeze every speck of life out of Albel himself. Until that moment came, only he could take that pitiful patient's life.

Tucking the torch and container under his right hand, Yuber’s left arm rose up towards his target as a distorted chime echoed throughout the hallway. The symbol of a lightning appeared just above the knight’s head shortly before the crackle of electricity could be heard as Yuber released the lightning attack towards his companion’s attacker. Bolts of lightning tore itself along the floor and walls as the multitudes of electricity raced towards the ghost, and Yuber’s gaze found itself narrowing in satisfaction just prior to his attack making contact with the stationary pair.

She paid no mind to Yuber's motions, and seemed to notice nothing at all until the lightning actually struck, striking around and through her. Slowly, she turned her head to look at its source. She released Albel, dropping him unceremoniously to the floor.

She turned entirely toward Yuber and began to walk toward him, her steps slow and measured, like a woman in a dream. "The needles carving," she whispered. "My skin-- my skin."

The ghostly wench finally dropped him, and Albel fell on the floor like a broken rag doll. He remained there for a couple of moments, a trembling arm reaching for his throat while his lungs desperately inhaled the air. A few weak coughs escaped his lips, but he made no attempt to get up.

How worthless and weak he felt right now...

His crimson eyes glanced at the woman as she went after the maggot he traveled with. That wench had nearly strangled him to death! And he was too weak, too weak to even save himself, and he blamed no one but himself for his own foolishness.

Realization suddenly struck him. Someone else had saved him. That maggot had saved him! Albel could hardly believe it -- how could that idiot had been so foolish?! Why did he...?

He wasn't worth it! He was weak, and the weak shouldn't be saved! That fool!

Finally, Albel forced himself to get up as a small cough escaped his lips. He released his throat, and suddenly noticed the tattoos that had spread on his arm.

Maybe she had visited the wrong places, but so far, Suigintou’s exploration had yielded little results. Even without directions, she was still able to get around without becoming lost. Remaining unaware of the chaos in the Sun Room, the winged doll continued to wander around. She had spotted several people, but dismissed them as “not being worth her time”.

Having spent most of the shift on floor one, she eventually made her way up the stairs and into the second floor.

From there, Suigintou was quick in noticing the battle that was going on, as if the sounds weren’t already enough of a giveaway. She was able to recognize two of the ones involved. They had been fighting each other in the soccer field the night before. However, the third participant remained a mystery to her.

They way her body glowed in the dark, as well as the fact that she could nearly see through her...

Interested in the ensuing conflict, the Rozen Maiden merely stood there and watched.

There was one thing that Yuber found himself detesting over the few larger creatures that he’d come across here, and that simply was the fact that they seemed rather singled sighted when it came to opponents – typically a fatal flaw in any creature. When he compared them to the many minions his True Rune created, the black knight found his dislike for the ones at the institution growing.

The point only seemed to be accented further as his presence went entirely unseen or uncared for by the spectre attacking Albel. Well that was until his lightning spell hit its mark, and finally distracted the creature from its chosen prey to glance in his direction.

“If you’re finished being love struck by that woman Albel,” Yuber casually stated towards Albel with a hint of smugness highlighting his voice, even if his attention never once wavered from the ghostly woman, “perhaps we could continue on.” The fact that his lightning had no effect on this opponent really didn’t leave any desires within the knight to stick around. His powers were already limited, and he didn’t want to risk putting himself into unnecessary situations without knowing the true extent of the others abilities. Not to mention the fact that the sight of the tattoos was something Yuber would prefer not experience and do without.

Taking half a step back, Yuber brushed back a few strands of blonde hair from his eyes, before his left hand moved back to retake the torch into his possession. “If you still consider yourself worthy enough of my attention Albel, then I suggest you regain your composure and we continue onwards.” He murmured before disappearing in the opposite direction.

[disappearing through to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/197156.html)]

[ooc; for the sake of clarification; just a note that Albel is following Yuber, so he's also leaving the thread.]

And they were gone, but it might have been as if they were never there; they were ghosts to her, the haunting of pain and madness. She took a few steps after them, her legs too slow, then halted in the hallway, hands at her sides for a moment.

But not alone. Never alone, with so much pain and madness echoing around her.

She turned her head, slowly, to look at Suigintou. Her hair fell across her face, for a moment hiding her ink-filled eyes.

The two men had ran, leaving Suigintou alone with whatever this... thing was. Nobody else seemed to be nearby, which meant that it was just the two of them. Good, she hated to share, and her curiosity grown by leaps and bounds. Her first encounter with a ghost, she really wanted to learn more.

"Who are you?" the doll asked as she walked towards her, unaware of the danger she was putting herself in.

For a moment, she simply stood and watched the doll, her expression blank. There was no sign of understanding in her eyes.

Then suddenly she was gone.

A breath of cold air touching Suigintou's back was the only sign that she had reappeared.

Her disappearing act may have caught her off guard, but did little to unnerve Suigintou. It didn't take eyes in the back of her head to know where the female ghost had resurfaced.

"It's rude not to answer when someone asks you a question." she said, turning around to face her once again.

"I shall ask one more time. Who are you?"

"Snake and holly," the ghost whispered. "My skin."

She reached out to brush her fingers over Suigintou's smooth cheeks.

Before she could even think about the ghost's words, Suigintou felt the woman's hand along her cheeks. It was cold, but that was the least of her worries.

The pain originally started from her cheek, but spread across her face and throat in a matter of moments, its intensity growing by the second. There was a tattoo forming as well, but she remained unaware of that as she placed both of her hands over her face.

“You…” her voice was shaky at best, and devoid of the arrogance it once carried. “What did… you…?” Too much; she couldn’t even find the strength to speak. Unfortunately, what had been to her would only continue to get worse. Standing was no longer possible as the doll fell down to her knees.

It hurt more than anything she had experienced before.

Then there was rage, pain, despair, sorrow… Suigintou felt them all. Not hers though, no. This was different.

Why did Father leave her unfinished? She loved him, so very much, more than any of the other Rozen Maidens. So why?! All she ever wanted was for him to acknowledge her. To be deserving of his love, to become Alice and fulfill his dream.

”Junk!”

The voice was inside Suigintou’s head. A voice she remembered all too well.

”You are just a pitiful doll that is half complete.”

“Sh-Shin..ku?” the fallen doll mumbled.

”You are nothing but junk!"

The ghost smiled, a small, twisted expression. "Sleep," she whispered. "See no more." She reached down to haul the girl up by the hair and look into her eyes. Her own were stained indigo, with no whites left to them; her tattoos extended even that far.

It hurt again, but much stronger than before. The pain was almost unbearable, but she would not scream. No, Suigintou would never give anybody that satisfaction, regardless of what she was being subjected to.

“Junk”

Yet again, she heard it.

Defined as extreme revulsion and distaste toward a person or thing, humans would often say that ‘hate’ was a strong word to use. But in the doll’s case…

She really, truly, hated that word with all her being.

“Release me...”

She tried to break free of the ghost’s clutches, but her body just wasn’t respond. Her arms, legs, wings… Not one of those limbs would move.

”Junk like you can never become Alice.”

Release was precisely what the ghost had in mind, though not in the way her victim meant it. One hand still tangled in the girl's hair to hold her up, she wrapped the other tightly around her throat. "Lie in peace," she whispered. "My skin, my eyes. No more."

[replied here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188858.html?thread=13808570#t13808570)]

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