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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Kankurou's eyes flitted back and forth between the woman, who had said they should go back to their rooms, and Kurogane, who was obviously worse off than he was ready to admit. He shifted, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, ignoring the freezing, stinging feeling at the side of his neck and along his jaw and shoulder.

Kurogane turned and told him to go to the wall and try to get over, and for a moment Kankurou bristled, angry already at being in an unfamiliar situation after what happened with Gaara, before he forced himself to think of it like being on a team. Kurogane was the man who knew what was going on, Kankurou didn't. He'd lead his own team once he got used to it, but for now...

Gritting his teeth, he nodded once, and shifted back toward the wall, looking for hand and footholds - normally, getting over a wall took little to no effort, but his chakra was fucked up and he didn't have time to rely on something that might let him down halfway up. So he shifted, eyes flicking over the wall and then back, starting to work his way up. Climbing wasn't his strongest area, not without chakra, but he could do it in a pinch and he was in good shape, at least.

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While Kankurou did as told - as finally there was someone who would listen! - Kurogane took a moment again to sense what was happening. The attacker was becoming angrier as more and more people entered the field, and now there was the threat of a larger attack than before. He'd already lost the use of one arm for the night and he would not be staying to lose mobility in any other part of himself.

Without the use of one arm, the wall would be more difficult than it already was, but Kurogane wasn't one to let that stop him. He had height on his side at least, and after taking a moment to sense the other through the mist, he took a running leap to get his right to grasp the top of the wall. Once he had that grip he refused to let go and eventually hoisted himself up and over.