damned_institute | Nightshift 33: Kitchen (2nd floor)

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Nightshift 33: Kitchen (2nd floor)

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beatrix played her flashlight across the kitchen once she was inside, eyes vigilant as she closed the door behind her as much as it could with the damage she'd done to it. Nothing was moving and it looked like a regular industrial kitchen to her. Excellent.

The Bride made her way through the front of the room further into it, back to where the prep area was. In a normal restaurant layout, sharp knives were kept near the stations they'd be used. She didn't see any laying out, what a surprise, so she was left with looking through drawers and in bins.

Spatulas... wisks... wooden and plastic spoons... no, not what she wanted.

Inside a cabinet she found a couple full-length aprons, one with a frilly trim to it. She grabbed it, thinking Mion would probably find a way to amuse herself with it at a later date given the girl's obsession with dressing people up, as well as a pair of oven mitts sitting near the range. She stood still, eyes and flashlight slowly and methodically sweeping the room. There had to be...

There. Clever, clever. She'd missed the small drawer welded underneath the prep table in the back.

Pulling it out, the ex-assassin frowned at the protesting noise the metal drawer made as she pulled it out. She was positive it wasn't as loud as it soudned to her, but she preferred the silence, especially in this environment. Focus turned to the drawer she dug through the contents of the drawer, pulling out a couple serving spoons and scoops until her eyes lit upon what she'd been wanting - knives. Two chef knives and one pairing knife in the drawer, Beatrix felt a surge of satisfaction and accomplishment, something she hadn't felt in a long while.

At leats these made up for being electrocuted as many times as she'd been. She wrapped the pairing knife and one of the chef knives in the apron and then slid the bundle inside one of the oven mitts for safekeeping. The final chef knife she kept at the ready. Beatrix had never been as good with a knife as Vernita had been, but she'd pressed the Copperhead hard and remembered the way the other assassin had wielded and used the chef knife.

Tucking the oven mitt bundle underneath her arm, the Bride decided to take just another moment to see if there was anything else useful in the kitchen. She doubted it, but it was better to be thorough.

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Her flashlight hadn't caught the thing that lay hidden inside the oven. It had taken to the warmest place in the room, some phantom memory of one of its parts reminding it that warmth was good, and so had crawled into one of the warmer places in the institute to rest; however now someone had disturbed its slumber, and it awoke to a fierce hunger born of many mouths.

The barely open oven slowly pushed itself open, and three snakes reached out like tentacles, slowly pulling the central mass which they were attached to with it, a spherical mass of diseased flesh and teeth. The amalgamation pulled itself out and raised itself up on the three serpentine appendages, turning slowly to regard the thing which had disturbed its slumber. One of many mouths upon the spherical center, clearly reminiscent of one of the great fire lizards, opened its toothless maw in preparation to unleash hellish fire upon the woman should she approach it before it had a chance to determine if she was truly worth consuming.

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The slight sound of the oven door opening barely caught the Bride's attention as she was checking the shelf over by the door leading to the refridgerator. At first she wasn't sure what it was, but, when she turned to investigate the noise, she stopped in her tracks.

Now, Beatrix had seen a good deal of horrid things in her life, being a world-class assassin, in fact she'd caused a lot fo horrid things, but nothing would have prepared her for the monstrousity emerging from the oven. It was like the child of a mad scientist got her grubby little hands on an Easy-Bake Oven, some earthworms and plutonium. That was fucked up.

The Bride raised her knife up, taking a defensive stance, as she watched the disgusting thing. First she'd had mutated lizards, then the computer program thing and then the lightning throwing brid-snake - she'd started to think she was becoming more desensitized to the things in this place than she'd already been.

How wrong she was. Her eyes flickered to the door she'd entered, calculating the distance to it and then back to the flesh ball gaping at her. She was fairly certain she could make it if she ran, but she was hesitant to turn any part of her back toward it. The last thing had shot lightning at her - what would this one do?

Slowly, trying not to startle the creature any more than her presence apparently already had, she began moving toward the door, walking sideways so as to not lose sight of the... thing. She was intensely glad she hadn't brought any of the teenagers with her this time.

The peculiar monstrosity slowly rocked back and forth, cautiously approaching the woman with the knife. It remembered knives. Knives had killed it, or at least part of it. It remembered the blade sinking into its flesh and then nothingness, until it had been brought back, and yet this memory mixed with other memories of death, other blades stabbing through eyes, mouths, cutting into its flesh a thousand times over.

No, it did not like the knife she held in her hand, and it did not like her. So it still cautiously approached her, the lizard mouth still wide open, ready to strike if she made a sudden move that it did not approve of.

It seemed the monstrousity was just as cautious of her as she was of it - an indication of intelligence to some degree. Beatrix wasn't sure if she liked the thought of this thing having any level of intelligence beyond that of a base animal. Something that acted upon instinct was easier to deal with than one that acting with cunning. She had to be cautious.

The Bride continued to slowly make her way toward the door, eyes on the flesh ball as she keenly watched its movement. Should it strike at her, she would be ready. Something that big and improbably constructed couldn't be that fast. She prayed physics would be on her side as she quickly glanced at what was on the table she was passing by. Just in case.

Physics was, indeed, on her side. It had been constructed too bulky, and rapid movement was not its forte. Once it had determined that the woman was not a threat, it lowered its body to the ground and lashed out at her with two of its serpentine legs, hungry mouths seeking to latch onto its prey and draw her close so that its hungry mouths could feast upon her.

Beatrix was ready - she just wasn't fast enough with her current injuries.

"Shit."

As the improbably creature sent a pair of its... tentacles at her, one of the appendages made past her guard and struck her on the upper leg while the other one was intercepted by her weapon. As she felt the blade bite into the tentacle, she followed through, attempting to sever it. She could feel whatever was on the end of that one tentacle cut into her, so she dropped the bundle with the other knives on the table next to her and then grabbed at the snake-like appendage as she tried to yank the thing off her.

The dagger sunk in deep, touching bone and spilling a black foul-smelling ichor instead of blood. Both the snake which had managed to bite her and the now heavily wounded snake recoiled rapidly. It lifted itself up again, different voices howling out in pain from the wound to one of its limbs, and the still open salamander mouth unleashed a steady stream of fire at the woman. It would burn her, she would die, and it would eat at its leisure. Yes, that was the way such plans were supposed to go.

Excellent. She got the one snake off her and almost severed the other one. She pulled her knife free of the flesh as the thing snapped back in pain, ignoring the blood slipping down her leg. She was trying to determine an attack vector when the cacophonous howl of the creature sent chills down her spine; nothing should ever sound like that. And then it spit fire at her.

At least it wasn't lightning this time.

Beatrix sprung up onto the table, trying to get away from the flames. Unfortunately, whatever ability she had back at the House of Blue Leaves to wage her table-top battle against Gogo was oddly absent. Her shin clipped the edge of the metal table and she fell on its top, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. The fire scorched her side and the bandages along her right arm caught fire. She barely had the presence of mind to sweep the bundle she'd initially set on the top of the table to her abdomen, cradling it against her, as she rolled across the table, away from the hellish creature.

With one of its "legs" injured, the creature had no desire to pursue its prey, but instead cradled the injured appendage, wrapping it close to its body and seemingly guarding it protectively. One of the snakes lifted itself off the ground, poised like a cobra as it watched for signs of movement from the other side of the table.

Beatrix rolled off the table and fell down to the other side with a loud crash. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath, and shook her head to clear it. Then the scent of burning cloth reached her nose. Eyes wide, she started beating at the flames that had survived her roll across the table with the oven mitt bundle, trying to put them out. meanwhile, she scrambled backwards away from the monstrousity on the other side of the table.

Fuck this. As soon as she could get to her feet, she was booking it for the door. Someone else could deal with the bizarre creature.

The creature made no move to pursue, instead favoring to continue nursing its wounded appendage. She was a bad woman, and it would make her pay eventually.

Just not tonight.

Flames beaten out, Beatrix got to her feet and dashed for the door. At the door she paused just long enough to look back and see if the thing was following her. She glared at the unmoving creature a moment and then was gone.

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...not as bad as he'd feared. That was a very, very good thing to know. It looked like there was plenty of materials behind, which was all Adelheid needed to know. After rummaging around and gathering some pots and pans, he pulled out the metal-changing alchemical array and the design of Zuko's blade from his journal. It wouldn't be too difficult to make, even if it was different from a katana.

Adelheid took a deep breath, carefully arranging the metal before pressing his hands to the thin lines. A gentle blue glow radiated out of the array, then intensified as he poured his energy into the transmutation... and as he slumped onto his side, holding on to the hilt of the blade, the intercom sounded and he knew no more of that night...

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