Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

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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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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.

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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.

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Mercury adjusted the settings on her visor until she could see the girl. She'd moved closer to the door. Good. Mercury's data analysis showed the girl's overall body temperature had dropped due to the surrounding mist. If the girl didn't go back inside soon, she would have to "encourage" her a little more.

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If a super powerful warlock was nervous about stepping onto an iced over field where he could hardly see and it was like the worst display of a spiritual presence he’d ever encountered, when his Power has almost been entirely taken away, when he wasn’t sure if he should go it alone or actually look for the girl he’d said to meet him… well, he didn’t show it.

Or if he did, the mist was going to keep it covered.

Since he’d come out the usual door, to his right was the corner of the wall, and to the left was the whole open field. So where would he be if was waiting? He swallowed, hunching his shoulders slightly from the cold, and remembered him and Tyler trying to meet up out here in the dark.

Ugh, fuck this. He put one hand to the side of his mouth and called, "Hey, purple-haired girl, let’s go!" He wasn’t about to waste time because of whatever or whoever could be around or was around.

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She pushed herself off the wall. "It's Senna! And you're late!" she started. "And it's fricking cold." But she nodded anyway, brushing it off, and started to head towards the wall surrounding the place. Partway there, a girl's voice called out (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/550570.html?thread=45501098#t45501098).

"What the..." She heard it before she saw it, the twin streams made of water and ice heading towards them. That did not look good. In most cases, this would have been an 'oh shit' moment, but when it came to Senna, speed was her thing. In the second that she realized the attack, she had already been turning around to slam herself at Reid and down. What use was it if either of them got hurt?

Regardless, the attack still brushed her left shoulder, stiffening it painfully. "Tch. Damn." Seemed like she wasn't as fast as she should have been. Trying to move it only made it worse.

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The voice tipped him off; waiting nearby, apparently. When he got close enough, he saw her as a dark smudge amidst the mist, and closer still, he recognized her hair and her build, despite the very gay outfit she had on. And a big old staff thing, too?

Reid’s sensibilities were just about to make a snarky comment concerning the presence of more corny weirdness, but the yelling and the whisper of base instinct (danger, watch out, definitely magic) didn’t give him a chance. His own magic flared in response, eyes bleeding black--oh, hell no, what did they think he was, some kind of pussy?

Power, always at the ready, choked in his veins as Senna threw herself on him, knocking him aside.

“Fuck!” he spat, landing made even more awkward when he tried to catch himself. The attack hissed past somewhere above him; so close, it made his skin stung, his lips freeze dry. But still, thwarted Power was burning him from the inside out. “Fuck!” he cursed again, getting back to his feet. “I could have fucking handled that!”

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"What the fuck ever, man," Senna shot back, holding her shoulder. "This thing's got power, and I'm a little low on the sparkly effects right now! We just need to get--"

Whoa. Reid's eyes were black.

What the hell did that mean? What was he? "Uh..." She wanted to say something, but some training she never really had overtook her. "We need to get out of here right now." Up and over the wall, just like before. On the other side... then fucking maybe she'd ask what he was all evil-eye about.

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