Nightshift 31: Laundry Room (2nd Floor)

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Leon was surprised to find the door to the laundry room open easily when he turned the knob. It was a bit odd, given that most of the other rooms seemed to be locked, but then he supposed there wasn't a whole lot worth locking up in a laundry room. What was there to be stolen? One of the machines? The mental image of a pair of people scooting one down the second floor hallway had him cracking a smile as he walked in.

He could only hope this was the right room. After all, what other rooms fit the description? They didn't have washers and dryers like this on Expel, but he'd seen similar devices on Nede and really, all you needed was the Laundry part of the room description. No matter your level of technology, water and warmth were part of the cleaning cycle.

"See anything?" he asked Kadaj a bit hurriedly, not feeling all too guilty for rushing off without giving the man a choice. It wasn't as though he'd been all too quick to decide on a course of action himself.

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Finally, there was silence. Good. Even better was the fact that he could breathe again, if shallowly, and once he was reasonably sure the effort wouldn't leave him pathetically gasping for air again, he very carefully tried lifting himself into a position that might grant him a better view of what the other two were so fascinated by.

He regretted this decision almost immediately, however, and mentally cursing the now fallen thing, he slowly crumpled onto his side and curled up slightly, his breathing growing labored now and eventually devolving into racking coughs. Yes, that definitely hadn't been a good idea, but at least he now knew what he shouldn't do if he wanted to spend the rest of this evening pleasantly. He should have guessed.

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He cut quite the figure, tall and lanky, still dressed in the robes of a death god, and spattered with blood, none of it his own. His left shoulder throbbed painfully and he knew he might have broken some ribs as well, at the very least there'd been some hairline fractures. Great. And what did he have to show for it? Absolutely nothing.

Gin flicked some of the blood from his knife before wiping it off on a stray piece of laundry and replacing it in the makeshift sheath on his belt. Next order of business was retrieving the bottle of stain remover and the bag he'd dropped before the fight began, all while looking here and there around the room for this item that they were supposed to receive. "M' a little worse for th' wear, but I think I'll be alright. That was some handy spell castin' you did for us. How's y'friend?"

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Leon glanced back at Kadaj, worried about how he'd curled up like that. And coughing as well... Hopefully morning wasn't too long away and Landel's would work its healing magic. "He took a pretty hard blow to the ribs," he answered. "The monster's fists are-"

The mage paused. In flicking his light back towards the creature on the floor, it had reflected off the window into one of the dryers. More importantly, it had reflected off something in one of the dryers. In a flash, Leon was scurrying towards it, hopping right over the dead monster and stumbling the last few steps. Throwing the door open, he couldn't help but blink and stare at what he saw. Well, was his first coherent thought, that's not really safe to keep in there, is it?

It was a sword. A pretty one too, and Leon wished then that he could actually wield one properly. Kadaj certainly could, and Gin was definitely a fighter, so the chances of him getting to keep it seemed very slim. Still, didn't Claude need a proper weapon? He picked it up and turned back towards the other two.