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damned_institute2009-10-07 09:52 pm
gald_digger) wrote in damned_institute2009-10-07 09:52 pm
Night 44: Sun Room
[from here]
It looked like they were the first ones in the Sun Room this night. There weren't any monsters in plain sight, which was a good sign.
Or was it? Getting held up by a monster actually sounded kind of nice, for once. If it was strong enough, it could keep Sync busy - maybe even enough to derail his plans. Of course, it would also put their lives in danger, but they were in tons of danger anyway. Whoever said "better the devil you know than the devil you don't" obviously didn't know Sync the Tempest.
So even though Anise walked into the Sun Room with soft, cautious steps like she usually would, the girl inwardly found herself praying for someone or something to intercept them.
It looked like they were the first ones in the Sun Room this night. There weren't any monsters in plain sight, which was a good sign.
Or was it? Getting held up by a monster actually sounded kind of nice, for once. If it was strong enough, it could keep Sync busy - maybe even enough to derail his plans. Of course, it would also put their lives in danger, but they were in tons of danger anyway. Whoever said "better the devil you know than the devil you don't" obviously didn't know Sync the Tempest.
So even though Anise walked into the Sun Room with soft, cautious steps like she usually would, the girl inwardly found herself praying for someone or something to intercept them.
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It rose and fell along his consciousness, canceling pain and truth and lies (and choice); shifting everything until it was the focal point for the only universal truth allowed. His was a perfect existence, alpha and omega, and he.... His tongue slid out, pressing along against his teeth as his mouth slid into a grin. All else was just. Pieces. Playthings. Toys. Useless humans meandering about in their losses and gains, and yet-- Not tonight, he supposed. A game, he was given. To stay and to go. The toys weren't allowed to play tonight. Unless they wanted to play with him.
A giggle drifted down into the sun room from above--a child's giggle deteriorating into something less and something more, drawn out for far too long. Minutes and then it fell away, a long sigh taking its place. "Ah..." The entity's gaze tilted downward, eyes glowing bright violet in the dim. "The lambs will follow, one by one. But are you only sheep, led to the slaughter? Have you no will of your own?" And what would happen, in the slaughter they were reaching for? These pieces meant nothing to him. And still.
A spark crackled at each door in the room; bright lightning to fade into a purple glow. The luminescence softened, and faded in turn. He laughed again, high-pitched and verging madness. "'Never have I seen her so pale'," he spoke, voice a laugh, hiding secrets. His eyes watched the girls like the prey animals they had became. "But still, I have looked at her, without your blessing. Will you dance for me, and I'll give you his head?"
Or was that not their part to play, broken dreamers as they were. The sick did dream, and this was a truth, because here they were, wishing and dreaming for more than what they had. Their truth was more simple. Their dreams would fall.
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"Above us!" she cried in alarm. Somebody was up on the railing, looking down at them. It didn't take long to figure out it had to be a special counseling patient. Right on time! Maybe the heavens were looking out for poor little Anise after all.
When the stranger began rambling, Anise had to wonder if he somehow knew more than he reasonably could have about them. Sheep led to the slaughter... That described their situation pretty accurately, even if he sounded kind of condescending as he said it.
But when his rant continued into what sounded like total nonsense, Anise's look of awe quickly melted into a more dubious expression. "Um. What's he talking about?" she asked, though she doubted Sync or Dahlia would know either. Anise had a feeling that the guy watching them was dangerous, but she also got the impression that he had a few screws loose. Maybe more than a few.
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If this had been any other time then Sync would've scoffed at their opponent's gruesome description. However, he didn't have time to deal with this. The fact that he had yet to attack them was enough of an incentive to keep going, though he'd be damned to turn his back against his enemy like that.
Sync didn't say anything. He wasn't stupid like Anise. The last thing he needed was to provoke him and give him a reason to strike. Reaching out, Sync quickly took Anise's hand into his own and began to slowly tug her back along with Dahlia. His gaze was unwavering, staring up blankly at their opponent while the latter continued to ramble utter nonsense. Of course, the God-General couldn't help but wince when sparks of lightning flashed in the darkness, momentarily blinding him.
Sync continued walking backwards, taking a step at a time as to not make it too obvious. Hopefully the other two would get the hint and allow him to lead them out.
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Oh, were they trying this hard to scare her now? What was he trying to do, try to freak people out by saying really random stuff? Ha! Did he even know what he was doing at all?
Apparently not, because he just kept laughing at them at a... higher and higher pitch. It wasn't working on her, just making her head hurt. What a little brat. If he was going to stop them, he should do it instead of taunting them!
Hmph. The insane were so ridiculous.
Sync began to pull his princesses along with him and Dollie just let him do his thing. The sooner they got out of here, the less likely she was to throw a stone at the naughty little parrot up there. Here's hoping someone else would shut it up tonight!
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