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damned_institute2009-06-02 12:34 pm
Nightshift 41: Entry Room
[From here]
Kibitoshin stepped into the room, hope renewed. It looked like some kind of reception area if the two desks on either side of him were anything to go on, both absolutely pristine as though everything had been tidied away only seconds before he'd stepped into the room. On top of that there were enough doors here to keep him busy for hours yet. But the Kaioshin's efforts were focused rather further away than reconnaissance; at the end of the room were a pair of wide double doors, and beyond them was the outside. A little giddy, he hurried towards them, reached out, pulled, and-
- nearly wrenched his hand out of its socket. They were locked! Kibitoshin stared at them blankly for several moments, as though they would spring open if he willed it hard enough. Once it became apparent that his night was going to continue being so very distinctly free of miracles he sighed and dropped his hand. "Of course they're locked. That would be way too easy..."
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And then out of nowhere, the other man seemed to fly in to his defense. Part of him was immensely relieved, but it was short-lived once another wave of anxiety washed over him. The last thing he wanted was to see a fight break out. More than anything, he just wanted out of here!
"Be careful!" he called out to the man. He really didn't want to have to leave anyone behind if he could help it.
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With a wordless cry, he let go of Apollo and dropped his shoulder back to clear the attack. He seized Kibitoshin's wrist and, with apparently no effort at all, threw the warrior back towards the wall. Eyes wide and glowing, he leapt at Kibitoshin, armed with a set of three-bladed twin blades that he definitely hadn't been holding a second ago. One of them was coming down directly at Kibitoshin's chest.
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- the figure, which seemed to have none of the problems he'd had whatsoever when it came to predicting his moves. Kibitoshin's fist scythed aimlessly through the air where its shoulder had once been and suddenly it had a hold of his wrist and he was flying towards the wall like a ragdoll. His head reeled backwards as on impact with a suddenly dizzying thwack, and for one blinding moment all he could see were stars. T-this body... it's a lot more fragile than my old one...
He had barely recovered from the initial blow when a glint in the thing's hand caught his eye. I-it was armed, and coming right at him! Frantically he threw himself to the side and swept one leg out towards its feet to trip it up and buy him some time- but not quite fast enough. The blade glanced off of his shoulder, drawing out a gasp of pain from the Kaioshin as well as a scarlet streak of blood on his shoulder. What was he going to do now?!
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Dahlia pushed herself up against the wall and away from those freaks. She wasn't about to leave without at least one of them (it'd blow her cover and like she needed that happening with Mr. Attorney hanging over her shoulder), but that didn't mean she was going to call attention to herself if it looked unnecessary. With those other people trying to get the doll-thing's attention, she'd have enough time to get the two losers with her and drag them out, anyway.
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The patient-aggressors were all so fragile, he noted. But then again, all entities except him had more-or-less fallen from only a few executions of his attack program. Some even couldn't run from having their data completely rewritten. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, revealing the row of small, pointed teeth as he calculated the odds of--
Crack.
Haseo's aim was right on--the flashlight cuffing him upside the head. There was a cracking noise, and he rebounded, staring right into Kibitoshin's eyes. There was a crack running up his face and through his eye--but he wasn't bleeding.
They must have come in while he had been focused on running his attack. In one jerk, he turned his head to see who had thrown their flashlight at him.
[Attention drawn to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/639482.html?thread=53883642#t54019834)]
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A sharp crack dragged Kibitoshin back from the recesses of his panic. A flashlight rolled across the ground nearby and by its flickering light he could see an ugly crack running up through its one staring eye. For a moment he stared back, frozen. It... it was a doll?!
Whatever it was, it had obviously found itself a new target; it reeled back towards the group that had recognised it before. So they were the ones who had attacked! They probably knew how to handle this kind of situation then- he'd have to thank them later.
Shaken out of his paralysis, Kibitoshin scrambled to his feet using one of the nearby desks as a support and hurried towards the man and woman. "Maybe we should make a move?" He forced out an apologetic, hopeful smile in spite of the pain in his shoulder. "We'll only get in their way."
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Well then.
She pushed herself away from the wall once Guy 1 came back and nodded her head at his question, adverting her eyes from the action in front of her. Anything to protect her poor sensibilities~ By chance, her sight caught onto 1's shoulder and she gasped.
Blood. He was actually bleeding. It wasn't enough for Dahlia to believe any of this wasn't just a huge joke, but it was a good push in that direction, anyway.
"We need to get you looked at right away. It's the least we can do after you risked yourself to save us..."
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They needed to get out of here. But he couldn't exactly just turn tail and run, either. Not unless they were all together, because he definitely wasn't going to leave anyone behind.
Suddenly, he was distracted by some newcomers calling out to their assailant, and Apollo wasn't sure whether to feel relieved that they might be saved, or bothered by the idea that those people could wind up getting hurt. He couldn't dwell on that for long, though. Before he knew it, their attacker's attention had been drawn away from them (rightfully so, since someone had just thrown a flashlight at its head). It left them to go fight the new group of patients. Apollo didn't get the chance to see the crack on its face, as he quickly turned back toward the injured man, swallowing hard at the sight of the blood.
"A-are you okay?!" he anxiously asked him. Well, it was obvious he wasn't, but what else was he supposed to say? Still, the woman was right -- they needed to get him looked at if they could. "We should get out of here before that thing decides to come back for more."
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"Anyway, this thing's nothing I can't take care of myself." He hoped- but what if he couldn't heal anymore? The wound may not have been all that deep in spite of the blood but it still hurt an awful lot, and if he couldn't even fix something like that... "C'mon, let's go."
Lifting the beam of his flashlight (it was a miracle he still had it with him- what else was he supposed to cling to for dear life?) towards the door he made his way out, continuously glancing back over his shoulder to make sure the other two were following.