Nightshift 31: Basement - West Hall

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The corridor was much darker than the ballroom and Rangiku was glad for the candle she was holding. It saved her from using her torch more then necessary and she should have enough candles to last for a while if she kept lighting them when one ran out. And if they didn't get blown out.

She glanced behind herself to wait for Mark and Leon to follow her, her free hand going to rest on the sword hilt in case anything was waiting for them, but the hall at least seemed to be quiet for now.

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[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

Mark wandered in behind Rangiku, looking around at the decorations. Violent and odd, the age of the tapestries was hard to guess at. It reminded him a little of Barrayar, seeing a blend of eras, only the blend seemed smoother here than the patchwork job of modernized Barrayar. It took a few moments of examination to realize the ancient-seeming tapestries were more appropriate to the 'modern' time they were trapped in.

Battles were ugly no matter what the time period. He glanced around some more, trying to clear his head a bit of the images. "We seem to have another choice. Large door or small door?"

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

Leon didn't pay much attention to the tapestries as they passed. They depicted scenes of bloody violence, and he'd had enough of that to last him for a while. He moved down the corridor, sticking close to the walls. It was quiet in here, at least.

He eyed the smaller door, at the end of the hall. There were engravings of angels and demons covering the surface. Cautiously, baseball bat at the ready, he reached out and tried the handle. It didn't budge. "Seems like this one's locked," he reported, tugging at the door again. Nothing. "I guess we'll have to try the other one."

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

Rangiku looked at the tapestries as she passed, making a face at what was depicted. Warfare, people dying. She really rather hoped that whoever had decorated just had extremely bad taste, but she wasn't about to hold her breath. Too much of it seemed too familiar, not just here but back in her own world. She'd seen her share of wars as she led souls to Soul Society.

She pulled her katana out and ready, just to be sure. "I think we will," she replied. She thought she might have heard the door to the ballroom lock.

Taking a breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

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