Nightshift 32: Sun Room

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[From here]

If the nights here had taught Luxord anything, it was that he'd no wish to stay in this room for long. It was empty in here, which he supposed would be the other patients finally using their judgment, but he pushed it aside for now.

For now, he had a date. There was something just so... exhilaratingly at the mere thought of it, had he the ability to feel excitement.

"I apologize for leaving earlier, but there was just no stopping my friend, you see," he continued on, assuming the sylph would be able to hear him. "But tonight, I promise to spend every lasting minute with you, my love. Tonight will be something to remember."

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[vintagebrit]

[from here]

Mason glanced around carefully when he entered the Sun Room. He'd gotten attacked here a lot.

But it seemed fairly safe. Limping on his wounded left foot, the reaper made his way towards the Game Room door.

[to here]

[blazing-general.livejournal.com]

With a soft pink glow, the knight materialized in the center of the Sun Room- in her mind, part of the lawless hiding-place of some minor criminal group. Lawless until now...

This was by all accounts to be a minor action, against criminals who possessed no significant magic or technology. She was to be neither conquering champion nor stalwart guardian, just another arresting officer. Not the most enjoyable job, but that was fine by Signum. There was no rest from redemption, and every plaudit her work earned her master was an achievement more worthy than the strongest swords shattered and heads taken in all the lives past.

Just another job, but so much more. She lowered her sword as she gazed around the empty room, and waited.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/363106.html?thread=29546338#t29546338)]]

Even the darkest hallways were clear to Wesker's enhanced vision, so with the dim light filtering in from the ceiling of the sun room, it might as well have been a bright sunny day.

The woman standing in the center of the room was clearly not trying to hide, and Wesker was willing to accept this challenge, at least for the time being, "Am I to take it, fair lady, that you will not let me pass?" Wesker strode forward calmly as he spoke, grabbing one of the knives out of his pocket to prepare for what could potentially be a very difficult fight.

While the sword she had could potentially be useful if he could take it from her, there was also a chance that she might be too much for him in his weakened state.

[blazing-general.livejournal.com]

"By order of the Time-Space Administration Bureau, all in this building are to be taken into custody on suspicion of unlicensed sale and transport of Lost Logia. Do not resist and you will be allowed to plead in your own defense." It was a lot longer than 'yes' but Signum was a stickler for regulations. Usually.

"Drop the weapon," she ordered as he moved closer. "Neither of us gains anything from a one-sided fight." Unless he thought that guaranteeing himself a jail term and anything she broke or chopped off in the process of immobilizing him was worth it to inflict a few extra kilos of paperwork on her.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

While Wesker would have settled for a shorter answer, the reply he received was very informative. He was willing to bet that the Time-Space Administration Bureau had more to do with this woman's particular world than something the hospital had come up with when brainwashing her, but there was no way to be sure.

"My, they've certainly done a number on you, haven't they. You're not just trying to send us back to our rooms, but actually arrest us?" Wesker changed direction, walking towards the side to circle around the woman and get into a better position.

"I am sure you'll be quite upset about having been brainwashed in the morning, but that doesn't particularly help me now. However, I am going to say it's a bit presumptuous to say this fight shall be entirely one-sided," Wesker would let her make the first move this time, though that usually wasn't his style, currently he had more of an advantage defending than he did attacking.

[blazing-general.livejournal.com]

Signum, thanks to said brainwashing, interpreted his comments as the sort of snide anti-authoritarianism one often encountered when one was the face (and sword-arm) of authority to all sorts of petty and not-so-petty malcontents.

All except the last part; that came through perfectly clear. Her eyes narrowed. "I suppose only those who don't understand the power of the ancients would smuggle their artifacts. A knight of old Belka won't lose a fight like this."

A fierce torrent of flame erupted from her sword, licking briefly at the air, then shrunk down, condensing around the blade. "Ready yourself," she warned, then charged and swung, a long one-handed blow aimed not at her opponent but his blade. She'd see whether he was still so eager to fight when his weapon was nothing but shards of half-melted steel on the ground.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Wesker recognized the attack for what it was, an attempt to disarm him. While he did have other blades, he wasn't particularly eager to lose any of them. He turned sideways to avoid the attack, unwilling to spin entirely to execute a counter attack, as that would leave him exposed.

Instead he grabbed the woman's hand, digging his thumb into the soft, sensitive area between the thumb and fingers and wrapping the rest of his hand across the back of hers to squeeze and twist her wrist. "Does my knife really worry you enough that you have to go and break it?" Wesker asked, his eyes glowing momentarily from behind his sunglasses. "Or do you think you're being nice by not attacking me directly."

Since his opponent proved to be a little talkative, it provided a good way to find out more about her, and a way to play mind games with her.

[blazing-general.livejournal.com]

Signum dropped the sword as his hand reached out for hers, catching it in her left and stabbing at his shoulder to force him back. Well, he was pretty agile but it wasn't really going to help hi-

The thought cut off as she reached the shocked realization that his grip actually registered as more than pressure on her armor. And it hurt, but that was a secondary concern against the implication that he might actually be able to stab her with the knife he was holding.

"So you have some toy that interferes with barriers," she said. "Your operation must be bigger than we realized. Or was it just a lucky find?" Well, no matter. "If this is the reason you think you can fight against me, it isn't enough. For police work like this there's no need for me to do anything but be 'nice'."

[longlivetheking]

[From here]

Scar carefully peeked into the Sun room, trying to get a good view of the situation before entering. Even if he would take a risk, there was no sense in barging in like a headless chicken. Caution was necessary.

It was then he noticed a fight had broke out. There were a total of four people currently involved. He supposed they were too busy to notice two people sneaking by. Life bait on its best.

With one final glance back into the hallway, he began moving towards the music room. All the while, he made sure to stay close to the wall, hoping the shadows were enough to shield their presence.

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

[ahuidsgud sorry for the wait DX]

Oh my god...

Esmeralda stopped dead at the sight of carnage, eyes wide and mouth open in total shock. What in the...? She turned her head to Scar as if for conformation for what she'd just seen, but the man was already heading towards the Music Room. Oh, that...

She ran in front of the man, eyes narrowed in disgust and anger. That selfish son of a... "What the hell do you think you're doing?! We should be helping those people!"

[longlivetheking]

Scar was forced to stop when Esmeralda suddenly appeared in front of him. She had to be kidding him. Did she expect him to jump in the chaos?

Apparently, she wasn't. Ah, lovely. Why had he picked someone that wanted to jump in every fight to travel around with?

"By getting in the way?" he countered, keeping his voice low. "Oh, I am sure they'd appreciate it." There was sarcasm in his last sentence, but even he knew it was foolish to jump in now. Or whenever, in Scar's case.

"I do not know of your fighting skills, but mine happen to be rather lacking. As unfortunate as the situation is, my interference would be more troublesome than helpful." He was happy that he could somewhat walk, tripping over his own feet just wouldn't do, really. He glanced towards the chaos further ahead. The injured man had fled the room, and now there were three patients involved. One of them seemed to be armed.

"Weren't you trying to find something to hit with?" he continued, trying a matter-of-fact approach. "I doubt you will be of much help to anyone, otherwise." He did not know much of human fighting, but these hands were practically harmless. These nails weren't even sharp.

Why was he the only one using his brains around here? It wasn't all that hard.

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

As much as her fist was shaking at her side with the need to get that snide tone out of Scar's voice, she knew he was right. Taking another look assured that the person causing all the violence was now outnumbered, but that still left the injured man who fled the area.

"Fine," she conceded with a small trace of anger. "But what about that man who was hurt? Or is it normal here to just let people bleed to death?"

Of all the rude, self-centered people she had to run into... She shouldn't even be arguing about this! She should be trying to help that poor man!

...but a part of her was bitter, knowing she couldn't help everyone she saw. She didn't even know if she could fully save herself, none the less another person.

Esmeralda's eyes narrowed again as she stalked carefully to the Music Room. If she was going to help anyone, she needed a little more to protect herself than the usual punches and kicks.

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/375093.html)]

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/363106.html?thread=29891938#t29891938)]

Peony stopped short as soon as he got into the Sun Room. Yeah, there was a fight going on - made total sense, seeing as this was a main sort of thoroughfare. Looked pretty intense.

Had Haseo followed him in? Peony assumed he had. "Okay, we're going around," he mumbled, without turning around. His whisper was light and easy once again. "I dunno about you, but I don't really feel like fighting, hahaha."

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

The second time he's recieved a serious look from that guy, and it looked just as odd the second time as it did the first time. Haseo didn't make any fuss about the matter, though, but followed Peony quietly down the hallways.

"Yeah. Let's just leave it alone." He certainly didn't have any qualm with avoiding any battles, though it sort of reminded him of beforehand and avoiding PKers in Mac Anu, he didn't like avoiding fights if there was a need, but getting involved without a real reason was pointless too. He had to figure out what the hell was going on before he participated in any big fights anyway.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

"Okay, gotcha," Peony said, and he began to creep along the side of the wall. He wasn't really that skilled in battle, but he'd snuck around his entire life - he'd had to, in order to do anything interesting away from the palace without getting the guards' attention - and that was a skill that carried over pretty darn well into Landel's.

His full-body Tyvek suit probably made him stand out a little bit, but that didn't make much of a difference. Even if the brainwashed captive (an intensely hot chick) in this big room noticed them, she didn't seem to care. So he was able to run like crazy around the battle! Score!

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/374142.html?thread=30236286#t30236286). sorry it took so long, had to get the okay and then lolll went to tokyo]

[jei.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/363106.html?view=30097250#t30097250)]

As always, there was a fight in the Sun Room. Farfarello kept to the shadows around the edges of the room, in the few places where the moonlight did not quite reach. Much as he wanted a fight--needed a fight--he knew better than to just throw himself into one without first evaluating the opponent.

Besides, he'd had bad experiences with brainwashed patients guarding the Sun Room.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

Schuldig was gratified that Farfarello - despite his craving blood - didn't move to involve himself in the fight in progress. Not only in that the Berserker was sticking to their plan and not endangering them unduly, but it was also a sign that Farfarello wasn't so bloodthirsty that he'd lost his good sense. That was always good to know.

Still, the longing was there all the same, and Schuldig found himself passing his partner up as Farfarello couldn't help but slow down a bit to watch the fight. He found himself in the lead as they slipped out of the Sun Room, managing to keep a low profile for the first time in the last three nights.

[Moving to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/374142.html?thread=30231422#t30231422)]

[longlivetheking]

[From here]

The fight was still raging on as Scar opened the door leading to the Sun Room. A few others had gathered into the area as well, but none of them seemed to be part of the carnage.

It would be safe for them to pass by unnoticed (provided Esmeralda didn't jump in), and the only question remained; where would they head to? The rooms connected to the Sun Room were a dead end, which only meant returning to the hallway or moving towards the cafeteria.

[ooc; any preferences where they should head? I don't.)

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, finals killing me recently. #__# TO THE CAFETERIA]

This was looking bad. Esmeralda held her tambourine to her chest with both hands, preventing it from making any noise as she looked at the violence across from them. A part of her wanted to help, but...

What the hell sort of place was this? How could anyone allow this to happen?!

"Let's go," she said. It was time to explore, hopefully to where they'd be more useful.

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/374142.html?thread=30240126#t30240126)]

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Edgeworth opened the door and stepped into the room, moving to one side as he quickly made an assessment of the situation. As he did, there came a screaming noise from the voice in his head and a jolt of pain. Excuse me, Mr. Voice. I have thinking to do, and you are interrupting me, he thought, pushing past it.

"I think the girl in the middle - " he pointed to Signum - "Is the one under Special Counseling," he began whispering. "It's the little girl with the sword I'm worried about. The two others with her look okay, but she looks..." Too small to even be here. "she looks like she's been fighting longer than they have."

"I'll get her out of here if she gets hurt too badly. You coordinate with the other two and try and calm her down, Detective." There were words left unspoken - don't you go getting yourself hurt in the process.

[canieathim.livejournal.com]

[also cleared with Willow-mun, coming from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/363106.html?thread=30230370#t30230370)]

Gluttony pushed the doors open into the sun room. People were fighting here! Maybe it was his lust! He moved towards the group for a few steps before noticing a lack of Lust's beautiful face. Tragedy!

The kitchen was close now! He began pushing the tasty man around the outside, aiming to circumvent the fight altogether.

[metamollusk.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Fwiffo had been certain the psuedohunam intended to plunge straight through the melee, leaving him to act as a makeshift battering ram! ...And then Gluttony turned a bit to one side, skirting the fight. Against his own better judgement, Fwiffo gave a faint sigh of relief.

"Isn't there another route?" he whispered, being careful to keep his voice down so none of the combatants would notice them. After such a narrow brush with death, he was in no way anxious to attract anyone's attention!

[scaredy-crow.livejournal.com]

Crane had also been a bit worried that Gluttony would charge right into the fight, but thankfully he veered towards the side. Crane kept close behind them, glancing back at the fight every so often to make sure they weren't seen. If he'd had his mask or gas, he doubted it would have been as much of a problem, but he most certainly didn't have either of those things. It seemed even the man in the wheelchair was relieved.

Note to self: rethink possibility of Gluttony as shield. Might charge into danger more than preferred.

"I'm not certain," Crane replied to Fwiffo, also keeping his voice down. "But we're almost there." After a little while of walking along the wall, they reached the doors and Crane slipped inside.