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Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

[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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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.

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.

Edited 2009-01-25 23:38 (UTC)

[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.

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.

[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)]

[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.

Edited 2009-01-27 06:17 (UTC)

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.

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.

[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.

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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'?"

[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.

[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.]

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?"

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