Night 44: Sun Room

[gald_digger]

[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.

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[rocksthecourt]

Klavier tried and failed twice to try glancing over the couch to see what was going on. Firstly, he was nervous of wayward bullets; it would be just his luck to glance over in time to get hit, now wouldn't it? Ans secondly, he was admittedly scared of what he might see when he looked. Whatever kind of scene was unraveling only a few yards away was likely nothing he wanted to see, and it would be harder to leave knowing what was happening.

He turned to glance at Nigredo when he heard him mutter something. Then he turned his attention back to the closest escape route with an intent stare and a firm resolve. He wouldn't last if he stayed in this room much longer. Run. He had to run. He had to chance it. If not now, there might not be another opportunity. ...Five to eight steps, that was likely all it would take to get there if he ran quickly.

He pursed his lips, hesitating only long enough to prepare himself, and dashed out from behind the couch for the door he knew was waiting for him in the dark. A few steps in, he stumbled briefly on something, something that made a quick metallic noise as it was kicked. It did nothing to stop him; he didn't even consider what it might have been. Without turning back into the room, he ran full force and through the door.

[pulling a Rubedo and running into here]

[falseblack]

The exit lacked grace, but it sufficed for Nigredo's purpose. Should the man hate him for the forced protection, the child would understand. Would deal with it in another time. He steeled himself against the inevitable and pulled carefully away from the table, bones and muscle shifting to accommodate his weight. The tears in his eyes spilled over from the intense pain, but he bit through his tongue to keep quiet. To keep his promise.

Screams of familiar tones tore at the ears. Nigredo ignored them all and stood, knees knocking in the effort. In the near distance, he noted the source of the earlier clumsiness, recognizing the curve of the blade and the steel to be Rubedo's. The blood? Foreign and known all at once. When he went to retrieve it, he wiped its sides against the hem of his shirt, something in him unable to bear the sight.

As he did so, the cries lifted, replaced by heavy silence and heavier darkness. Without hesitating, Nigredo turned his head toward what used to hold light. And without properly considering the consequences, he took a step.

[To here.]