Nightshift 43: Basement, West Hall

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[From here.]

As promised, Sync had coaxed the other two to the ballroom's west side once he deemed that they were ready.

Having already gone through so many identical doors, the God-General pulled these open with little effort, waiting for the other two to go inside before examining. It was a shame that they didn't possess anything angled to lodge underneath one of the doors, but he just had to make due. In the end the God-General set his flashlight in between them, angling it in a way where both front and back were being pressed up against the heavy doors so it was pushing against them with its entire weight.

Like the east hall, the west hall held the same violent tapestries, but Sync ignored them for the time being as he looked over at the others.

"Let's make this quick," he started. "If either of these two rooms are too dangerous then we can just go back."

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Wounds bandaged, body rested, and she still felt terrible. Each time her feet touched the ground, aching pain shot up her legs in protest. Why was it that whenever you rested, you always felt worse when you got back up? She'd be feeling the burn on this exercise for weeks. But she carried on, solider she was.

Carried on and clinging to Annie's arm, anyway. If Sync was dragging them into another deathtrap, it looked like her new BFF was also feeling less than pleased with his leadership and therefore wouldn't take it if he tried to force them into another marathon. And really, why force the stubborn, no-good horse to drink when you have a gullible, stupid donkey that's already thirsty? Maybe Sync wouldn't listen to her, but Anise was already on her side.

For lack of anything else to add though, she just whimpered and lowered her head to stare at the ground. God forbid she ruin her delicate sensibilities by looking at those horrible images on the walls!

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Anise took as much time as Sync would allow her before following the God-General to the next hallway. She knew from talking to Guy that there was a room that could be conquered without too much of a physical struggle, but she hoped to stall him long enough that he wouldn't have time to reach it.

Unfortunately, there was a good chance it was just ahead of them.

The girl took her flashlight back and let Dahlia hold the arm that carried it. It felt kind of weird to have a girl clinging to her like that, though. Why couldn't she ever have a man to lock arms with? A good man. Sync didn't count.

She walked slowly, partly on purpose, but partly because she still felt tired. Resting up hadn't made her feel any more energetic, actually. As she walked, she shone the flashlight around to illuminate the hall. The tapestries here were just as bad as the ones in the hall across the way, and the sounds on the intercom seemed to almost go with them, in a creepy way. Anise tried not to think about it.

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As much as he didn't want to admit it, Sync felt more fatigued than he let on. Coupled with last night's struggle, his muscles protested each time he took a step forward, but he refused to let it show in front of the others. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity, not when they had gone this far already.

Gripping the short sword tightly in his hand, the God-General made his way to the end of the hall where a door identical to the others stood. Much like the east hall, they had also passed a pair of golden double doors, but the teen wanted to check the other first just incase. Unfortunately, as he opened the wooden doors, he was met with nothing more than a dimmed hallway that seemed to disappear into darkness. Sync frowned at the sight, letting his whole body into the new room before walking back out and closing the door.

"Maybe the other is better..." Even now the entrance itself was more enticing, and it was only a short walk before they found themselves back to the center of the hall where the golden doors stood. Taking a moment to trace the ornate carvings, Sync reached up and gripped the knocker, slowly pulling the door open.

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As soon as they were close enough to the golden doors, Dahlia picked up the pace, attached to Anise or not. Unhappy with being dragged around as she was, if something was in that room ready to kill this loser faster than she could, she wanted to see it. She really, really wanted to see it. Besides, what was so important that it needed to be behind two huge doors like this?

As Sy-Sweetie got to work lugging the things open, Dahlia peered inside the room just behind him.

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