Night 44: Main Hall, 2-West

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After reaching the top of the stairs, Tenzen slipped into the next hallway. This time, the hallway consisted out of a normal floor, ceiling and walls, as opposed to the pulsing flesh from last night.

Sliding his hand along the wall, the ninja kept his flashlight switched off as he headed East.

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[deathrattling.livejournal.com]

Their situation would soon become quite literally suffocating if the patients did not move quickly: as they drew closer to the exit, they would realise that it was not further away but closing in. And if they came close enough, they would realise that they recognised the substance weaving shut their escape, that they were in fact quite familiar with it.

Though probably not in this context. Dark black hair was sprouting from the ceiling and walls, thick swathes of it looping towards the centre of the hall until all the exits were completely obscured by it. The regular dimness of the Institute at night suddenly seemed bright compared to the strange opacity of this darkness; depths of hair absorbed the beams of flashlights, slithering over itself and glinting distractingly in the light.

And now that the exits were blocked, it was creeping along the walls, the ceiling, the floor: as if it sought to encircle them completely in its masses, smother them with the rage soaking into the air.

[thecamellia.livejournal.com]

It was one thing to become involved in a fight, and yet another to be ambushed completely, with no idea who or what was targeting them. It was the assassin’s way to know his or her enemy; the hospital tried its hardest to take that advantage away, as if the last couple of nights’ surprises weren’t proof enough of that.

Tsubaki could only do her best while they tried to escape, but unfortunately her options were few in that regard. All she had for a weapon was a single scythe from her primary weapon mode, and with a quick, steadying breath, that was what she set her mind on materializing. She jerked her head to send her hair flicking up… and with a flash of light starting at the tip of her ponytail, the blade emerged first, followed by an extending line of chain links. In that split second, she got a better look at the twisting mass growing ever larger and blocking out the last vestiges of natural light all around them--was this something sentient? Something like the weird texture of the hall the night before?

Either way, it didn’t look like it was going to stop with their possible escape routes.

As she snatched the scythe’s handle from mid-air, the golden-yellow light dispersed, leaving her in opaque darkness again. But Tsubaki already had sense of their direction, and she spun on her heel, sending her scythe zipping ahead of her, high over the heads of her two companions’, towards the blocked off corridor they were trying to get to. Like the slick black strands that were moving as if with an independent mind of her own, her weapon form, too, was like an appendage of her own human body, and the scythe came arching down at the curtain of hair with a hiss of chains. If it could be cut…

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

Hokuto's jaw dropped at Tsubaki's method of weapon-summoning; THAT was a new one. I wish I could do that! Her shovel was definitely inadequate for this, but it was all she had; she used it to strike back against whatever came her way, trying to clear her own way through.

Sora was surprisingly fast; she tried to keep up, even if she quickly found herself mostly failing. The adrenaline surging through her kept her close, at least; one of the worst things that could happen to them right now was getting separated.

[lighthearted]

In a way, the fact that they couldn't really pinpoint what this was all about was actually the worst part of it all. Sora liked when he had a specific target that he could focus on, but all this seemed to be doing was closing them in and sucking out every last bit of light that they'd scrounged up. Unless the batteries in his flashlight were just dying a normal death, but he was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

He saw the way their path was blocked off, but in his case it wasn't so easy to just summon his weapon and hack through it. (What was that stuff, anyway? Was it... really what he thought it was? But no way, that was just too ridiculous, too bizarre.) His Keyblade only came to him when he was definitely in some sort of danger, and this claustrophobic thing didn't seem to count.

The last thing he'd expected was for Tsubaki to suddenly conjure up a weapon of her own (speaking of bizarre, had it come out of her hair?), and he stared with awe and some amount of admiration as she used the scythe to swipe through the... stuff.

It didn't take long for Hokuto to jump in (a shovel wasn't quite as efficient, but it was still helping), and Sora found himself balling his hands into fists as he realized that he had no way to pull his own weight.

Still, he was the leader, and so lead he would! The moment he saw a bit of opening in that oddly hair-like barrier, he threw all caution to the wind and barreled through it, muscling through whatever resistance it offered until he broke through into the next part of the hallway.

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