Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

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[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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[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.

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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.

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Dean heard this line before. It'd been a guy and that guy had pretty much been dedicated to kicking his ass not even two minutes after the warning, but yeah, definitely heard that line before. That kid Peter had said fellow patients were brainwashed into little more than glorified guards, dedicated to attacking people who didn't go back to their rooms. Okay, so now the choices were getting his ass beat by another brainwashed patient who might just really be possessed or a ghost he couldn't fight in the Sun Room. He didn't need to be told this was crappy odds, even for him. Dean's tone as he spoke up was conversational - he knew he'd been made out, so there was no sense trying to sneak by without saying anything.

"Sure thing," Dean said, scanning around, trying to pinpoint the voice. There wasn't much he could do to a demon or human possessed by one but slow it down. But demons could still be knocked out - Bobby had done some nice work on Sammy when he'd been hit up with some fugly black smoke - and that was a far cry to something he needed some salt he plain didn't have to drive off. "Just admirin' the view. What's your name? I'm Dean."

Dean kept talking as he inched along the wall, not raising his voice, but not whispering either. He kept his tone casual-like even as he tried to find out where the possessed girl was. Just 'cause she was a chick didn't mean she had a free pass, in his mind; it sucked she got possessed but he was gonna defend himself and if that meant punching her or stabbing her, he wasn't gonna hold back just because he was a guy and she wasn't.

That kind of thinking was old-school and it was also a surefire way to get yourself killed.

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It was easy for Mercury to see that he was trying to stall for time while continuing to move. The movement of his head suggested he was trying to search her out in the mist. She sighed.

"Despite my warning you are still moving," she said. "If you continue to do so, I will attack you." Her scans showed an increase in his adrenaline levels and a tightening of his muscles. She readied herself for a possible attack from the patient while still maintaining a decent distance, surrounded by mist.

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Dean stopped, holding up one hand to show he wasn't arguing. The other hand, the knife one, he kept dropped at his side because waving it around was probably one way to get on her bad side. "Okay, I'm stopped. Can't we just talk this out like people? You sound way too smokin' hot to be hiding. You're the one in charge, I get you, I'll just stand here and we'll just talk, alright?"

He wasn't really sure what she could do if she attacked him. The usual possessed customers he'd gone up against had superhuman strength as well as being able to get up from a seven story drop, nevermind the freaky Force powers/telekinesis deal they seemed to have going. He had no idea if she was a special kid like Sammy, Andy, Ava or Jake with powers of their own, but tacking those onto the abilities demonic possession already gave a normal human wasn't his idea of fun. You, he thought, annoyed, really need to get some holy water and get it fast. It did occur to him that she could be the thing he'd heard chowing down earlier. If she came closer, he could make sure for certain - if she had gore on her, then he'd know she was seriously bad company and it was either take his chances armed with a bowie or try to make a break for it for the wall.

Of course, there really was turning back.

But he needed to get to the kitchens more than anything else. At least with something solid, living, breathing, you had a chance of wounding it or slowing it down, no matter how big and mean it was.

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A blip on Mercury's monitor showed that he was holding something metallic. Given the size and angle, I'd say a knife.

"We've spoken, and you have not returned to your room as I have asked," she said reproachfully through the mist.

"This is your last warning. If you do not return to your room right now, I will attack you. And believe me, it is for your own good that I am telling you to go back."

Mercury's hands were poised, ready to throw an attack.

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Tough crowd. Dean was pretty sure she meant business. But so did he and while she wasn't gonna let him slide, the longer she kept talking, the more of an idea he had of where she was, her voice coming off to the side in the fog. He could go back. But he needed this salt and if he had to get into a fistfight with a demon to get it, then it was time to suck it up and take it like a man. Dean was standing there casually up until she was telling him it was his own good to go back; he suddenly lunged in her direction, diving through the fog and following her voice, trying to seek her out.

To be honest, he didn't want to kill the demon's host. Knocking her out would be his best bet, but if push came to shove, he might have to do worse than just giving her a bump on the head.

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Luckily for Mercury, she had anticipated his attack and rolled to one side. She felt rather than saw the movement of his body past hers, and swivelled on one knee, holding her hands out. Her radar picked him out in the mist immediately to her left.

Ice water collected in her hands in an instant. "Shine Aqua Illusion," she yelled out, spinnning the ice around her body and then throwing it in his direction in an attempt to freeze him.

[If the ice hits part of him, that part will freeze ^^. Thaw out time is between five and ten minutes]

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He had no idea what a "Shine Aqua Illusion" was supposed to be - some kind of chant? It didn't sound like any witchcraft he'd ever run into - but he was about to find out. Dean apparently had passed close enough to get the impression of a shadow, and the weight of a body, ducking past in a roll, and he swiveled immediately, his boots skidding on the wet grass as he pivoted toward the voice again. And that was when his knife hand froze over. Flicking a startled look down, he saw he couldn't move his fingers - they were coated over with ice crystals, stuck to the bowie's hilt. What the hell?

He'd been hit with weird crap in the past, but getting his hands frozen over magically was a new one.

It was also probably going to hurt like a bitch if it did thaw out. But Dean hadn't gotten as far as he had and lived as long as he had hunting to stop just because of a few surprises thrown his way. Without missing a beat, he reached into his leather jacket's outer pocket and pulled out one of the two flashlights in a smooth motion, then charged again, intentionally going a little to the right of where he'd heard the voice and guessed the ice had come from, only to feint and change directions at the last second. There was another impression of shadow and a body filling up space in the dense fog. Dean swung with the flashlight as hard as he could at where he thought a head was. For a demon, she sure didn't seem to want to attack up close. The demons he'd run into, they liked everyone to see their work, they liked it if you saw their stolen face as they put you through the grinder and fucked with you.

He friggen hated demons. But honestly, he would've taken the Meg-bitch kind over the ones that hid and played hide-and-seek like this.

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Mercury wasn't quite prepared for how fast this patient was on the turn around, and, not quick enough to dodge completely, let out a cry as one of the flashlights connected with her upper right arm. She dropped and rolled to the side again, gritting her teeth as pain flared in her arm.

Pulling herself back into an upright position, Mercury caught a glimpse of two more people running for the wall on her visor. Darn it!

She jumped a few feet back into the mist to shroud herself once again, glad that the coldness was dulling the ache. "MERCURY...AQUA....RHAPSODY!" she cried out, as a liquid lyre appeared in her hands and shot a combination of water and ice streams towards both the patient who had just attacked her and the other two running for the wall.

[Stronger than the last attack, each jet spray is both powerful enough to knock you over (so I guess force blast) and can freeze as well. Down time for freezing: 30 mins. Also possiblity of being cut by shards of ice.]

[kindalikedit]

He'd hit something solid...although the fact the demon actually said anything at all was surprising. True, he'd been swinging as hard as he could, but that should've just been a love-tap to a demon, especially when they could shake off (and laugh off) getting shot, dropped off of impossible heights and pretty much everything except for holy water, exorcism or a pick-me up from the Colt, all of which weren't available right now for him. This girl might be throwing weird magic at him, but for a demon she was kinda...well, kinda weak. She shouldn't have been bothered at all with that hit.

It did occur to him that maybe she wasn't possessed. Maybe she was doing this on her own or she was controlled some other way.

That was probably his mistake, hesitating. She was chanting something else and while he'd started to throw himself to the side, it wasn't fast enough. He didn't know he'd been tagged, the blow missing hitting him in the chest and instead glancing off his side - there was a split second of nothing before numbness suddenly settled in, fast (too fast) as he hit the ground and rolled. It was a sloppy one but when he could barely move his side and just breathing felt like he was getting stabbed with the cold.

His mind was made up. Rather than try to fight her, Dean took off for the wall. He'd ended up closer to it than he'd been earlier, the dark shape looming out over him as he did his damnedest to put some distance between him and the girl out there. He was sucking in breaths by the time he made it to the section of the wall that he could climb, his side still stiff as hell. But there was something to be said about the kick in the ass adrenaline could give a guy; he'd had plenty of practice scaling walls and fences, but he'd never gone over one as fast as he went over this one.

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Mercury felt rather than saw him run for the wall from the movement in the mist. By the time she'd acquired his exact whereabouts, he was already scrambling over the wall and had disappeared over the other side before she could ready another attack. Not forgetting her two other adversaries, she spun around, crouched low, checking the data coming up on her visor while massaging the ache in her arm away. Whatever she had been hit with would definitely leave a nasty bruise, but Mercury was pretty sure it wasn't broken.

Staying alert, she wondered how the other senshi were coming along.