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Entry tags:
- alkaid,
- asch,
- ayumu,
- brainiac 5,
- celes,
- depth charge,
- edgar,
- edward cullen,
- feldt,
- grell,
- haseo,
- hokuto,
- indiana jones,
- kayako,
- kvothe,
- l,
- lunge,
- renamon,
- rolo,
- scar (tlk),
- setsuna,
- sora,
- taura,
- tenzen,
- the scarecrow,
- tsubaki,
- venom
Night 44: Main Hall, 2-West
[To here]
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.
[To here]
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.
[To here]
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...it had actually worked?
For only a mere second, the former lion felt the slightest amount of relief. That dreadful thing had disappeared!
How wrong he was. And when the creature appeared right in front of him with outstretched, blood-stained arms, Scar could only widen his eyes. Before he knew it, arms wrapping around his body with strength he had no idea it could even possess and began pushing him back into the very direction he had come from.
Even in his current state, the King knew what it meant. It hardly took any braincells to figure it out; in the direction he came from was the stairwell! It was going to kill him by pushing him off the stairs! And as soon as he realized this, he dug his feet as he struggled against the iron grip with all the might he had.
But Scar had never been a pillar of strength, and it seemed he could do little to improve the situation. His feet kept sliding over the floor as they got closer and closer towards the stairwell, not even able to loosen the thing's arms for only a bit.
He was about to grow desperate, but to his surprise, he met resistance behind him. Something or someone was attempting to push him away from the stairs. And just then, he dared a look over his shoulder and finally realized there was someone else. Possibly the last person he had expected; the woman he had met downstairs.
"You?!" Scar managed in surprise.