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Nightshift 29: Basement, East Hall
[From here.]
It took a moment for Dairine to take in the hallway in its entirety. The basement seemed to be a completely different animal from the rest of the Institute. The style down here reminded her of pictures she'd seen of Versailles, as opposed to the clinical conditions upstairs. The rift in interior design was strange, but she'd seen weirder things, and this would no doubt be topped by something even stranger by the end of the night.
The tapestries on the walls caught her eye, and she moved closer to one, waiting for her companions to follow her through. She looked, but didn't touch; she knew enough to at least take proper precautions before dealing with something that was potentially deadly.
It took a moment for Dairine to take in the hallway in its entirety. The basement seemed to be a completely different animal from the rest of the Institute. The style down here reminded her of pictures she'd seen of Versailles, as opposed to the clinical conditions upstairs. The rift in interior design was strange, but she'd seen weirder things, and this would no doubt be topped by something even stranger by the end of the night.
The tapestries on the walls caught her eye, and she moved closer to one, waiting for her companions to follow her through. She looked, but didn't touch; she knew enough to at least take proper precautions before dealing with something that was potentially deadly.
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Casting one last indifferent glance at the battles frozen on the walls, Akabane headed down the hall. If there was anything of interest, or hostile intentions, he wanted to be the first to meet it.
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It was one of a list of questions he intended to put to Martin Landel, once he had his foot on the man's throat. "We should keep moving," he said, eyeing the tapestries. "Nightshift tends to end quickly once actual progress starts being made, and I want to see more than just a hallway."
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They made their way down the hallway, and Kimbley glanced at the various tapestries and candleholders. Very old-fashioned, very intricate, and very useless. Was this supposed to set atmosphere? Put them on edge? Turn their curiosity about the place into a worried sort of nervousness about whether or not they really wanted answers? He frowned and followed the rest of the group, catching sight of doors as they neared the end of the hallway.
One on either side.
"Left or right?" he asked, idly running his fingers down one of the tapestries. It'd go up in a matter of minutes if it caught fire, he thought ...
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The right seemed to be a good choice, for whatever reason. She had a hunch that it led to something big and important, and a good wizard never ignored her hunches. Even if her power was almost dried up, that was still something left to her.
"I think we should go through the right door," she said, turning off her flashlight.
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The Transporter didn't give any of his companions a chance to protest, walking straight to the right door and pushing it open. He didn't care what was behind the door, so long as it was interesting.
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