damned_institute | Nightshift 27: Hallway outside of M1-M40 block

Upon coming closer to Recluse, Logan realised that he was even bigger than Cole. And he had...glowing eyes, not the same as the Cajun's, far brighter and more menacing. An eyebrow twitched in bemusement. Must be somethin' in tha water where these kids're from.

He didn't respond to Yuber initially, the man had made a rhetoric remark in any event. He cautiously observed Cole and Recluse's exchange, but declined to add his two cents; these two both had an air of leadership about them, and whilst Logan was no stranger to such traits himself, he felt it best to just let Cole talk for their little group for now.

Another person turned up now; the only girl in the group. Wait, he thought, isn't she one o' tha' ones on tha field last night? his memory as to who was there was far from clear, but he remembered more than one girl with oddly-coloured hair.

Figuring it really wasn't all that important, Logan turned his attention to the three knives proffered by Recluse. He was right, there weren't enough to go around, and if necessary, Logan would decline in favour of one of the less sturdy patients. Though he doubted Parker would want one, nor really know what to do with it.

All in all, no one seemed all that friendly here. Was this really a meeting of "Heroes"? Seemed a lot more ragtag to him, not that he had a problem with that. Peter was more concerned with the number of people in the group, so he was relieved when one did end up suggesting to split up.

Whoever that man was, he seemed pretty resourceful, considering he had a few knives to offer. There wasn't much he could do with one, but he was pretty sure Logan would be able to do some damage.

He couldn't help but notice a girl walking up - was she part of this, too? He tilted his head at her--maybe she just needed some help. "Did you need something?" he asked. He was supposed to be keeping quiet, but there was that heroic streak again.

Then, suddenly, he felt something change. He had no idea what it was, but something was going on. He glanced around--all of this unexplainable feelings were starting to make him paranoid, and it didn't help that he couldn't tell if it was due to his spider sense or something else.

"Trust me, Lord Recluse, I remember how sharp you keep your knives." Marcus took the knives, examining one of them briefly before offering it handle first to Logan. "Here," Logan probably knew how to use a knife, and when people who didn't know how to use them tried to use a knife in a fight it generally ended badly.

"She's with us," Statesman told Peter before looking towards Reinforce. "It's good to see you here, Reinforce."

"We do need to split up into smaller groups. With this many people we would probably just get in get in each others way. Yuber, you can go with Logan and his friend there, and Reinforce will come with Recluse and I," That seemed like the best way to split them up. Statesman would have liked to have Wolverine watching his back in case Recluse tried anything, but he was fairly certain that now that he was armed it would be a more even fight.

“While splitting off into groups may be interesting, I’m afraid I have other engagements to attend to.” The prospect of splitting up – while not entirely unappealing – was something that currently didn’t interest him terribly much. He’d quietly been observing the group while they spoke, but what little conversation had gone on hadn’t particularly sparked his interest. Besides he still had his little rendezvous with Light to take care of. There was something about that human that tugged at his curiosity, and he was determined to see if what he’d observed previously was correct or not.

“It’s been a pleasure.” Yuber smoothly murmured before his figure disappeared as he teleported down into the next hallway.

[Teleporting through to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/219535.html)]

Recluse almost completely ignored what Marcus was saying, taking a moment to examine the others. He recognized the newcomer from a brief encounter on his first night, but he had little or no information on her or the others, other than the fact that they'd probably label themselves 'Heroes'.

The sounds of distressed metal within the walls was enough to put him more on alert. Especially when he started to pick up the smell of blood from somewhere within the cell block. Landel seemed to be trying to back up his attempt at being menacing tonight...

It didn't quite help his nerves when Yuber suddenly teleported away. With how weakened everyone was here, he certainly hadn't thought anyone would retain a more complex travel ability like teleportation.

It didn't help his mood, either. "If we're quite ready to leave now, I have some business that needs to be seen to." Because in his experience, Heroes never seemed to deal with business unless they were forced into it.

Reinforce started at the space suddenly vacated by Yuber. She kept her poker face on, but she was quite obviously staring nonetheless. He was the first person she'd seen with any kind of movement magic. Could he just leave if he wanted to? Enter the locked rooms? Probably not, but still...

She wondered if his keeping it had anything to do with how it worked, or if it had been allowed to him solely at the whim of their captors. She'd made so little progress in understanding the inner workings of the dampening she couldn't begin to say one way or another.

"...it's good to see you too." She responded belatedly, then turned to Wolverine and Parker. "Do you two know your way around?" Rein preferred to watch over the two enemies, but if the other two were completely green it might be better she went with them.

Taking the knife from Statesman, Logan offered a brief "Thanks, Bub" in response and spun it quickly in his hand, so that he held it in a downward grip, blade flush against his forearm. Before too long, he'd probably use it to start cutting through those restrictive bandages, but he didn't want to disconcert anyone by doing so immediately. When Cole had finished speaking, he decided it was finally time to pipe up.

"Good idea. I'll take Parker n' Yuber an'..." He trailed off as Yuber began to speak, and his eyebrows shot straight up as the other man disappeared. Well, I'll be damned. Jus' like tha Elf. Or that damn Samurai...too bad too, he mighta been useful, but then again, ta suddenly jus' take off like that...maybe not.

"Alright, looks like it's just me n' Parker then. Ya got any specific goals in mind, 'boss'?" He wasn't meaning to sound sarcastic, but he couldn't resist a mild jibe. Technically, Cole was 'in charge' of their little group, which was fine since he seemed like a natural, but it was just too ingrained in Logan's nature not to make such a quip.

Before he could say anything else however, his own heightened senses caught wind of that unmistakable smell. Blood. The beast within stirred and his grip on the knife tightened. That better not be comin' outta somebody, his mind growled.

Lord Recluse? What kind of name was that? It was possibly even worse than "Doc Ock," and that was saying something. Peter had to try very, very hard not to snicker at that.

Luckily, he was provided a distraction in the form of the one named Yuber suddenly teleporting away. Just like everyone else, Peter was left with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds. Eddie hadn't been lying when he said that the majority of people in this place had powers -- it was making his head spin a little.

Peter had to admit that Logan's jab at Statesman brought a quirk to his lips. That was along the lines of how he felt about the situation - he wasn't used to taking orders from people, and he couldn't help that he was still skeptical.

The girl seemed to be concerned that they wouldn't be able to take care of themselves, but Peter would really prefer that it was just he and Logan. He glanced at her and smiled. "We'll be fine." Not that he knew where they were going or what their goal was, but he was sure they could work it out.

And Yuber was suddenly gone, teleported away. He looked at Recluse, frowning. "They let him teleport?" While we aren't allowed to fly.

"Don't worry, we'll get to it, Recluse," Statesman was becoming increasingly irritated by Recluse and then Yuber and the sound of the pipes creaking, and what he had just heard over people's radios...

He took Logan's quip in stride, it was far from the most irritating thing going on in the conversation right now. "Try to figure out what happened inside the hospital just now, I heard the pipes making noise so check out a bathroom first. I'll head outside with Recluse and Reinforce to see if there is anything out there."

Recluse probably wouldn't be very happy about being forced to go outside, but once they had a look around they could go do whatever Recluse felt was so urgent.

Recluse noticed Parker's reaction to his name. His only reaction was a slight snarl, gone in an instant. He was used to it by this point, even if he was always irritating- it had originally been meant as an insult, anyway. If Parker couldn't figure out the more informative reasoning behind the name, then he really didn't deserve to have it spelled out for him.

He stayed quiet this time. Going outside would mean a detour, but he'd still eventually get where he wanted to go.

...As long as Marcus didn't go running into other's fights. In that (very, very likely case), he might just leave. It wasn't Villain nature to be selfless, after all.

"Very well." Reinforce accepted both their division into teams and proposed mission. She'd thusfar remained ambivalent on the subject of the man on the radio... it was time to see what his warnings were worth.

It was definitely good she'd come along. Statesman and Recluse were both powerfully-built and armed, definitely people she wouldn't want to have to fight the way things stood at Landel's, but in the face of so ominous a warning it was best they have her magic as well. She could only hope that what little remained would be enough...

"Alright, bub, we'll do what we can. If we don' run inta ya agin ta'night', I'll give ya a run down o' how we did in tha mornin'" If we survive that long.

Logan was pleased that he had a weapon; without his claws, it was a welcome addition to his arsenal. He was determined to get something done tonight - even if he couldn't get a crack at that Landel creep (He would tomorrow, God willing), he at least had to do SOMETHING useful. He turned back to Parker.

"Let's move out, kid. Stick behin' me an' stay close. Ain' no way o' knowin' what's out there." He moved away, quickly, close to the ground, senses on high alert.

This ol' guided missile be shootin' thru to this fine mess (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/237705.html).

Marcus frowned at Recluse's snarling, giving him a warning look. He was not going to tolerate that sort of behavior.

"I'll speak with you in the morning. I doubt we'll be seeing one another again tonight," He really hoped they were both still in one piece in the morning, but Logan looked like he knew what he was doing.

Marcus turned to Reinforce and Recluse. "If we see people being attacked that need help, we'll be fighting, otherwise, let's try to avoid trouble."

Having given out his orders, Marcus turned to lead the way outside.

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