Nightshift 30: Sun Room

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

[[from here]]

He wasn't sure just what awaited him as the boy with pale hair and glowing eyes dragged him across the tiled floor, but he was so bruised and beaten after their one-sided fight that he couldn't do much to stop it.  After hearing the rumors about what happened to patients here, he didn't have high hopes.  The world stopped spinning for a moment when they reached the railing.  Was he just going to be left on the floor here?

It didn't look like he'd be quite that lucky.  The boy floated into the air, carrying him along like a sack of potatoes before tossing him unceremoniously into the Sun Room below.  He fell like a rag doll and hit one of the tables on the way down.  He heard as much as felt the cracking of bones as he landed in a heap on the floor.  His upper arm felt strangely warm on the left side, only to realize it was because the bone had broken through the skin.  Yuuhi bit back a cry of pain, wishing the fall had knocked him unconscious too, then at least he wouldn't have to feel the pain for a while. 

His flashlight was gone, lost in the scuffle, and he looked nervously into the darkness, well aware of what easy prey he would be.  He had to move, before someone or something caught the scent of his blood.

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[ofazureflame.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for Fai, something was lurking in the Sun Room that didn't need to smell blood in order to find prey. The mark glowed, pulsated with red energy, almost as if it were alive and watching. It was comprised of three, haphazard strikes in a triange formation—crudely carved into the floor, almost as though the artist was in a hurry.

Or completely out of his mind.

The strange, glowing red mark on the floor was already enough to make any sane person want to run for his or her life, but the eerie, grating wheeze that filled the room like a dying man's breath raced up the spine, chilled flesh to the bone, and brushed the neck like the teasing fingers of death.

A medium-sized blue orb, shrouded in azure flame moved through the floor and circled Yuuhi for a brief moment before backing off.

Patient. The patient wasn't moving. That was acceptable--patients were not supposed to go any further. But they weren't supposed to die either. The light orb hovered, uncertain of what to do. His guidelines were very clear.

Patient: classified as a non-institution entity, humanoid and aggressive. Non-Patient: classified as an institution entity, humanoid, canine, avian, or other. All of the definitions were so hard to keep track of, it wasn't uncommon for him to mistake one for another...

Patient: Patients must not move further than the target area. The target area was set, and the patients could not move past it. If patient is an aggressor, combat was authorized. If patient was a non-aggressor, but would not comply with forceful suggestion, combat was also authorized. But no patient could die. Non-patients were not specified in his program, but patients were.

This man was in his target area. But he was a non-aggressor.

Patient, non-aggressor... Non-patient, non-aggressor-- Aggressor non-patient. Patient aggressor. Patient aggressors were authorized targets.

The blue orb pulsed, and a blinding flash of light filled every crevice and erased every shadow without warning. Once the brilliance cleared, he stood there—-swaying his thin, rag-doll body back and forth, head lolling from one side to the next as though tired. Zombie-like, his body was something out of nightmares. He looked to be stitched up, held together at the seams. Belts encircled his arms, legs, and neck tightly, as though the doll-maker didn't have time to stitch its limbs on with proper care. He looked as though he might fall apart at any moment. His wide, unseeing eye swiveled around in the socket as though taking in his surroundings and calculating things faster than was possible for the human mind. The other remained hidden behind his sea green hair, calculating, staring at Yuuhi's body.

His program was damaged. He needed to make a decision, but the switches kept flipping back and forth. What should he do?

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/307793.html?thread=24831057)]

"Exclamation: Wonderful," HK said quietly. "Observation: There is a decidedly unfriendly looking meatbag here. Suggestion: Perhaps we should flee for the doors." His vocalization was immediately followed by picking up a chair and throwing it as hard as he could at the meatbag's face, with 99.7% accuracy!

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/308047.html#comments)]]

They arrived just in time to witness the start of a fight. The three patients Statesman had watched enter a few moments before had already engaged the brain-washed patient or monster, whichever it was.

"Looks like they've beat us to the fight," Marcus commented quietly. It was three on one, but he still couldn't tell if he needed to join in and give them a hand or not. They did seem to have their enemy surrounded.

[at-patera.livejournal.com]

Crawford pushed open the door to the Sun Room, took stock of the fight as quickly as he could, and began to maneuver around both the group of so-called superheroes as well as the actual fight itself. It required going around the edge of the room, which would take a little longer, but if it kept them out of harm's way, all the better.

Their goal was the door on the far side of the room. He moved as quickly as possible, keeping Schuldig and Yohji nearby at all times.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

As expected, there was a fight going on in the Sun Room. Roy would have been more surprised if there wasn't one.

There was also the smell of burned flesh in the air, something that the alchemist happened to be far too familiar with. It brought back heavy memories, and Kimbley's presence didn't help either.

He took a few seconds to take in the battle. There were three patients who were close to the attacker (who looked unnervingly young), but there were others watching, and some getting ready to join in.

"I think we might be able to sneak past," he said, tone slightly relieved. He didn't have the energy to get involved in such a large fight, after all.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

((From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/307793.html?thread=25070673#t25308497). ))

One of the first things Obi-Wan noted was the foul stench in the air, although he refrained from commenting on it. Still, it was all the more reason to be on guard of the strange creature several other patients seemed to be engaging at the moment.

Again, it would have been all to tempting to want to step into the conflict and become directly involved, especially now that they had weapons. But, just as it had been several hallways before, their mission was still high priority.

The Jedi Knight glanced at Qui-Gon, frowning a little. "The music room is just up there," he whispered. "Let's make it quick."