Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

[from here]

She almost wished that she hadn't went last night. Because standing in this field again, in the same place she had been when she felt Hitsugaya die, was surreal. There was no one out here this time--no people, no kids, no mourning Shinigami, no virgin-eating birds. Just the chilly wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, shifting her flashlight and spear.

Senna moved close next to the buliding, hiding in the shadows and peering upwards. No birds so far. Maybe they'd be lucky. That guy better not show her up. Though she had to admit, wearing her Shinigami uniform was a lot warmer than the stupid outfit they gave everybody. And at least there was no more damn smiley face staring at her.

[Waiting for Reid down here.]

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[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=44898638#t44898638)

And behind Door #1 was... a big open grassy area with walls. Lame.

Junpei failed to see the girl hiding back in the shadows or he might have found Door #1 to be much more interesting. Instead, he walked out into the field and looked around, scratching the top of his head. There had to be something interes-- Hey, there was a building over there!

The wind blew, reminding him once again the tragedy that was his missing hat, as he ambled toward the building on the far side of the field. He never liked that poetry crap he had to do sometimes in school, but his missing hat was motivating him to perhaps construct a sonnet about it. At least, he thought a sonnet was what he meant.

There once was a man from someplace really cool.
He once had a totally rockin' hat of blue.
One night he fell asleep and started to drool.
Awakening to find without his hat, he didn't rule.

Nah. That sucked. So much for being a poet.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

It had strayed briefly from the rest of the pack, but even as it moved to rejoin them the dog halted, lifting its muzzle to sniff briefly at the air. The breeze ruffling the human's hair brought his scent directly to the canine, who slunk out from behind the shed with its lips curling back in a silent growl.

The dog's fur had perhaps once been white, though what of it remained was matted and filthy, stained with blood and crusted with substances likely best not to contemplate. Most of its heritage was decidedly mixed and leaned toward lupine ancestry, but it still sported a peculiarly up-curled tail, though it was tattered and rotted as the rest of its body.

With eyes glowing red it paused to stare at Junpei for a brief fraction of a second, then abruptly snarled and lunged, froth spraying from its snapping jaws.

[tiassa]

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

When the dog first appeared from around the shed, Junpei caught a glimpse of it's silhouette. The familiar curl of the tail and general build made Junpei wave and call out to it.

"'Sup, Koro-chan? You get stuck in my weird-ass dre-- Yiiiieeeeaahh! What the hell?!?"

Seriously, just because he'd thought earlier about his subconscious throwing Koro-chan on mutated steroids at him wasn't an invitation for it to do exactly that. Junpei shrieked when the dog lunged at him and dove to the side.

"Woah, woah, woah! Stop it, Koro-chan! Bad dog! Bad dog!" He exclaimed, rolling to his feet. "Come on, it's me, Junpei! Sit!"

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

This was definitely easier to do in real shoes than it was in slippers. Phoenix spared a glance from the corner of his eye, just enough to see that the dog was still chasing the other guy. It looked like he had enough of a lead that he'd get to the shed in time, though. Phoenix felt a little relief sink into him at that, especially as he neared the entrance to the next hall. Good. Neither one of them would be getting mauled by a monster dog.

He skidded to a stop in front of the door and, barely looking, fished his hand for the handle. It just missed, though, and he glanced in harried confusion at the door just in time to see a blur of painted white rushing at his face.

. . . not again.

He stumbled back, hand coming up to his head (practically the same spot, why did it have to be the same spot?!), hissing through his teeth.

[hotbitterproof.livejournal.com]

[From here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=44968526#t44968526)]

Question. What sort of lawyer would be foolish enough to get hit in the face by a door?

Answer? Ha! As if that wasn't obvious. Godot might have said it was as obvious as a door hurtling towards a man's face, except that the lawyer in question hadn't seen it coming, had he? But what did he else could he expect of the one and (thankfully) only Phoenix Trite? Wearing the same dumbfounded look, and the same unfashionable suit. Even the smiley faces were more in style.

"Ha! Have you made a habit of running into doors, Trite?" Maybe he was trying to knock some sense into his own head. Godot would call it an admirable effort, if utterly futile. "Somehow I'm not surprised to run into you of all people in this little maze. Guess I really did walk right into a trap."

Godot was as smug as ever, despite having no idea what was going on. Perhaps part of it rested in the belief that whatever he didn't know, Trite was bound to have figured out even less. Yet he'd just been wanting a credible witness. For all his flaws, even Godot had to admit that Trite was nothing if not well-intentioned.

And just look where they'd ended up.

"I can tell you for certain that this place isn't Hell, though it's trying its damnedest to be." Godot narrowed his gaze at the lawyer in front of him. He hated relying on Phoenix Wright, even this much. The words that left his mouth were mocking, but left an unpalatable bitterness on his tongue all the same. "Should I bother asking if you have a clue as to what's really going on here?"

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546812.html?view=44971260#t44971260)]


Argilla burst out onto the recreation field and practically ran out into the centre of it, right out in full view of anything which might want to attack. That was pretty much the point. She raised her hair and sniffed at the air hungrily. Something had been here recently, a dog, she thought, although she didn't see it now. She just had to hope that it would come back.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

The dog that had been there hadn't gone very far, and the sight of another standing alone in the middle of the field was far too tempting for it to pass up.

Its lighter fur gave it away quickly as it charged out of the shadows into the field toward Argilla - but just behind it came one of its packmates, an inky black wolflike creature who seemed no less fierce or hungry.

[tiassa]

[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

No one on the field could hide from Mercury's electronic visor. Scanning the area for other patients, she spotted the outline of a girl near the building.

"Mercury...shabon...spray," she said, drawing on her power of ice to send forth the icy mist to roll across and blanket the field completely. She hoped the sharp drop in temperature would pursuade the patient to go back inside, like it had the other two. If not...well she had the ability to detect where the other was in lowered visibility.

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

But obviously that uniform wasn't enough. Senna shivered as the mist surrounded her. That had came out of nowhere. And was sorta creepy. And now she could barely see in front of her.

Well, this sucked.

She moved closer to the door so Reid could spot her easily... whenever he chose to show up... then went back to leaning on the wall. That was now really really cold! Damn! She blew on her hands once to warm them, before huddling them close to her body. Then she waited.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/549382.html?thread=45128454#t45128454)]

Ken had moved quickly through the hallways, out to the rec field...which was covered in a freezing mist. Disconcerting sounds echoed from within the cloud.

Well, fuck that. Ken moved quickly and silently toward the wall the rec field shared with the courtyard, and went up and over it.

[sneaking through with permission to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/554969.html)]

[kindalikedit]

[Heading from the West-Wing Sorth Hall 1-A door close to the wall, about to get jumped by Ami]

Shit, this fog was thick as soup. The flashlight was useless, only glaring off a solid bank of mist with about maybe a few feet of visibility tops. Dean snapped it off, shoving the flashlight into his jacket's outer pocket and tensing himself, his grip not too tight on the hilt that it'd lock if he tried to use it but not so loose that he'd go dropping it either. With the light off, visibility wasn't much better, but as he inched along on the wet grass, boots sliding a little on the lawn, he got an impression of a looming wall to his right without actually seeing it. That was probably what he needed to get over, but the section that'd been ear-marked on the map as climbable was further down. The hunter strained his senses, prepared for anything to come barreling at him from the wall of fog. There was definitely something out there: he could hear the sounds of something cracking, as well as a wet, slurping sound that he'd learned too many times was probably some poor bastard getting made into dinner by some big, bad ugly sonuvabitch that needed to get put down.

When he got closer, he'd have to make a run for it and haul ass climbing it, but right now taking off at full tilt like that was just gonna make unnecessary noise.

It wasn't for the first time that Dean wished Sammy was here with him. He'd probably be worrying to death over his brother, but then again, he'd also be watching his back. Dean could hunt solo but these days, he wasn't so sure he wanted to go back to that; he was too used to Sam being there, bitching in the passenger's seat, taking the wheel of the Impala when Dean needed to crash for a few hours, basically just being there no matter what.

[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

After noticing a male clambering over the wall too late, Mercury had been keeping an eye on the wall separating the two outer areas, so she had no problem picking up the presence of yet another patient on her radar. Male, twenties...relatively fit...

It appeared that the icy surroundings weren't going to stop him. Keeping her visor radar up, Mercury pocketed the mini super computer and called out to the unsuspecting patient.

"This area is off-limits. Please go back to your room." She had to raise her voice due to the surrounding mist, however she moved closer to him, staying out of his range of visibility.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

The mist they found upon opening the door quickly set Kurogane on edge. It didn't take a genius to know it wasn't natural or that, even with the density of it, that the scent of blood was already in the air along with it. Seemed fights had already begun here, and Kurogane wasn't in an mood for them if he couldn't see.

"We're going over the wall to the right," he explained for the other but did not motion towards it. Whatever might've caused the mist was likely waiting for something like that, and Kurogane would be sure to sense any attacks that could come. He kept his attention set out towards the field. "Go."

Some habits just wouldn't leave the ninja; he'd be sure whoever was with him didn't have to fight if necessary. That was his job.

[dezukai.livejournal.com]

He followed the man, keeping an eye out. He didn't seem too terribly fond of the idea of having someone with him, and Kankurou was almost wondering if he should take his leave. But he wasn't chasing him off either, so he just kept up, taking note of which turns were being made so he could get back on his own if he had to.

Kurogane was the man's name then, and before they turned into the fog, he spoke his own name, low and clipped, "Kankurou."

There was some kind of fog, didn't look natural, and almost immediately he was on guard, feet further apart, shoulders slightly hunched, hands up slightly at the ready, every sense on alert. He shot a glance to the right, trying to penetrate the fog, but he couldn't see very far ahead of himself - low visibility, and obviously there was something here, he could smell battle in the air. He gave a curt nod as the man directed him where to go, and shifted, moving immediately, heading to the right, eyes staying on Kurogane in case anything should happen. It wasn't optimal to fight in this kind of fog, but he'd do it. He just wished like hell he had Karasu with him, at the least.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

His hopes of a beautiful view were quickly dashed as Brook opened to the doors to a remarkable chilled haze. He shivered a moment, staring into the mist. "Yohoho, my that's different," he commented in a calm tone. The mist didn't seem to be of any threat to him, just a cool evening's condensation was all, so Brook decided not to turn back. He was only going one door over after all, so he could stick to the wall without much trouble. And really, the air had a refreshing quality to it, even if it was a bit chilly. No better way to wake oneself up!

Stepping outside, Brook placed a hand to the wall and steadily walked the straight line it made towards the next hallway's door.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/554969.html?thread=45384409#t45384409)]

"Shit." Akihiko had noticed the fog, but hadn't realized how cold it would be until he was over the wall and down into the field. It felt like some kind of ice spell - and on that note, he decided to move as quickly as he could towards the door that opened back into the patient block he needed. It would have to be ice, he thought. The one elemental weakness he had, so of course they were going to throw it at him as often as possible.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546812.html)]

The first thing the mutant noticed as he stepped out onto the field was the cold. An icy chill not unlike that carried on the wind of an Albertan Autumn. The second thing was the fog, reducing even his formidable eyesight. It was one thing to be able to see far farther than the average human on a clear night, but his eye was still essentially a human eye, and it didn't exactly come equipped with infrared. Still, his nose and ears worked just as well as ever.

Logan crouched close to the wall and didn't move for several seconds. First, he listened, and caught the clear sound of a battle nearby. Monsters? Or...worse, another patient who'd been brainwashed like himself? He silently snarled as he realised the likelihood of the latter. Amongst the frenzied activity of the skirmish, he could hear voices, one sounding vaguely familiar, but far less meek than usual. Could it be? Surely not. The Canadian took a deep breath through his nose, held it, then let it out quickly, shudderingly. It was her. The scent confirmed it. If he still believed in God, right now he'd be asking him how this could be allowed to happen. But he didn't believe. Not anymore. Not after all he'd seen.

But she was just a kid...No, he reminded himself, remembering the last time he'd fought a patient out on this field. Tha' don' matter, 'pparently. MOMO was jus' a kid, too. Except it did matter, to him, made his rage boil through his very bones. It was worse that it was someone he knew. He was indifferent when attacking MOMO; he'd managed to keep himself in check so as to try not to hurt her too much, but this was someone who he already considered a friend. He had to do something. This time not just to stop her from hurting others, but more importantly, to stop Ami from getting hurt herself.

Taking several steps away from the wall, moving slowly, trying to triangulate her exact position by sound and smell alone, he called out to her, neither a yell nor a whisper. "Ami? 'S'at you, darlin'?"

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546812.html?thread=45474556#t45474556)]

Stepping through the door, Jason found himself outside in some grassy area. The thick, cold fog made it difficult to see any more than that, although he could hear other people out there and it didn't sound like they were too friendly.

Normally he'd just barge straight in, kick both sides asses and force some answers out of whoever was there but in this case it wasn't a good idea. Even ignoring that someone had known enough to get into his safe-house and move him here without his knowledge and that he was completely unarmed and had no idea where he was, it was a bad idea. Visibility was too low and he wasn't entirely sure this cold was natural.

Which meant there might be metahumans about. Jason really didn't care about some over-powered costume parade, most of them couldn't fight worth shit anyway, but in this case he was at a serious disadvantage. No weapons except for the pens and a flashlight and no armour. He wouldn't even be able to see them coming which was the last thing he wanted right now. He could turn back but that wouldn't get him any closer to some answers. Screw it, whatever was out there couldn't be that bad. He'd slip past for now, maybe come back when he found some real weapons.

Keeping close to the wall he walked along, warily keeping watch for anyone approaching. Hopefully he'd be able to spot them before they got to close.

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

The sound of a woman yelling from somewhere within the fog made Jason freeze and search the gloom for some hint of what might be happening. It sounded like some random words strung together but that didn't mean he should ignore it.

Before he could decide on a course of action, he caught sight of something coming straight for him. Acting entirely on instinct, he dove to the side, barely managing to avoid being struck head-on. Instead the jet of freezing water slammed into his shoulder, knocking him forcefully back into the wall. Grunting as his head cracked painfully against the bricks, Jason sprawled on the cold ground. He struggled to get his breath back and make his head stop spinning, all the while waiting to see if his attacker was going to try again.

Nothing was coming at him again just yet so he took the chance to force himself to his knees. Shit. He couldn't feel his entire left arm, from the shoulder down and his chest was also partially numb.

Looking down just made everything worse. He was bleeding from a number of gashes on his chest that he hadn't even noticed with the overwhelming cold numbing everything and his arm was blue and worryingly cold to the touch. He couldn't even move it, not that he was sure he wanted to right now.

Looked like he'd been right, for all the good it did him now. There was a god-damn metahuman somewhere out there and apparently they were in the mood to assault passers-by. Shivering violently Jason climbed to his feet. He needed to move, to get back inside where it would be marginally warmer.

He hated the idea of running from some Ms Freeze wanna-be but it didn't take the world's greatest detective to figure out he was running a serious risk of hypothermia here. And wouldn't that be pathetic, to come back from the dead, survive getting his damn throat sliced open and blown up (again) all to die from hypothermia thanks to some meta-bitch with too much time on her hands. He might not be afraid of dying but that didn't mean he was in a hurry to do it again either.

As fast he could manage, which was still far too slow, Jason shuffled back towards the door he'd come through moments before. Keeping his numb shoulder pressed against the wall and an increasingly inattentive eye out for another attack he hoped like hell he'd get inside before she came after him again.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546812.html?thread=45540092#t45540092)]

[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

[For Logan, Senna, Reid, Jason and Akihiko. Plz read the lounge post here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_lounge/1571838.html?mode=reply) before replying ^^.]

More blips were appearing on Ami's monitor. She gritted her teeth. It appeared the two she had just attacked had been injured somewhat but she wasn't sure to what extent.

Keeping an eye on them, she quickly checked the stats of the other patients in the field. Too many. This wouldn't do.

"MERCURY...AQUA...RHAPSODY!" She yelled again, using her liquid lyre to send out five more ice water jets, one towards each patient.

[Strong enough to knock you over (so like a force blast) and with freezing effects. Down time for freezing: 30 mins. Also possiblity of being cut by shards of ice.]

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

[From further up]

The voice was clearer this time, and unmistakable. It was so strange to hear such fire in the voice of one who previously seemed to be just a shy young girl. But it did allow Logan to pinpoint Ami's exact location in the fog. He didn't have time to contemplate the meaning of the words however, as half a second later his ears were filled with a cacophany of several things slicing through the air at high velocity.

Instinctively, Logan dived to his left, and almost got clear. The ice jet scoured along the full length of his right arm, and the force of it sent him spinning, even as razor shards of ice sliced at his torso. He completed two full horizontal turns before landing heavily on the near-frozen grass. "Ugh!" The wind was knocked out of him, but that wouldn't keep the mutant down for long. He tried to push himself to his feet again, only to find only one side of his body raising. That was when he realised the full extent of Ami's attack. He couldn't feel his right arm at all. It had gone completely numb. Great. Ice powers. He knew there was something more to the girl, and now he had the details. This was going to be...interesting, but not necessarily in a good way.

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

Akihiko had certainly noticed the temperature drop on the field. He had been hoping to make it to the door into the next block without being attacked, but the moment he heard that yell, he knew he was out of luck.

He braced for impact, but was knocked off his feet. He went flying back several feet, hitting the side of the building with a dull thud. A moment later, the ice shards hit him, leaving cuts on his arms and a small cut under his right eye.

He gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself together enough to get up, but couldn't; his left leg felt too numb to bear any weight. He just watched, breathing heavily and hoping she wouldn't hit him again before he could recover. He didn't like hurting people like this, but if she was attacking at random? Special Counseling or not, he needed to do something about it.

[overdoingit.livejournal.com]

It was definitely cold outside when they came out of the doors, but it wasn't what Cross had expected to see. If this was indeed still the South Pole, which it didn't appear to be at all, then thy must be under some sort of large biodome. He doubted this, which led only to more questions.

There were others out here, but a fog made it difficult to make anyone out. It was clear there was a fight going on, however. Getting closer might get them tangled up in it, but someone here had to have some answers. Perhaps he could separate them somehow...

The problem came when he tried to release his spirit. He didn't even get to activating his rings, as the spirit energy itself wouldn't release. Was this what he'd felt was off? What had happened to him?

Trying not to let any worry show in his eyes, he turned his attention back to the combatants. "Well," he asked calmly, "any ideas?"

[bthebest.livejournal.com]

B trailed behind Cross as they entered the field, his eyes trained upward as he tried to determine whether or not they were actually outside.

"It's cold," he noted unnecessarily. It was also impossible for him to see, although there was certainly something going on beyond it, and as he walked out he could hear the voices of argument from two or three people drifting through the darkness in varying levels of intensity. Even though part of what was said he could hear clearly, out of context their words were nonsensical.

He found the chill interesting- it certainly wasn't what most people would have imagined, at least modern ones. But without any information, it was hard to act at all. Without prior planning periods, there was no plan to follow, and despite himself, B crossed his arms as he began to move along the wall. Clearly, it was because of the cold.

"Can you see what's going on?" he asked over his shoulder, then paused in case it was necessary to go back inside.