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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[godforsaken]

As usual, Sync had taken the lead as they made their way into the Sun Room. He'd long since reached back and took Dahlia's hand, figuring the woman was kind of useless in this situation so it was better to keep her as close to him as possible.

His footsteps were slow and cautious, barely audible against the floor beneath him. The God-General had carefully led the group against one of the walls, eyes constantly scanning the open area before them for any signs of life. It was frustrating having to move this slow when he knew he was on a time limit, but he knew he couldn't risk being reckless no matter how pressed for time he was.

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/732808.html?thread=60168584#t60168584).]

Dias slipped cautiously into the sun room, scanning the ground level for signs of life - none - before directing his gaze upward. A figure, and...his eyes, adjusted to the dark, couldn't make out anything but points of violet light, but that was enough to tell him there was some sort of magic at work. The knowledge put him further on edge; he had learned to be comfortable with some specific mages, but on a whole - and especially as enemies - he distrusted them instinctively.

"Careful," he warned Guy and Claude over his shoulder, moving cautiously forward. That hadn't been sane laughter, and if this opponent were in an unstable and capricious enough mood, possibly he wouldn't stand in their way - he didn't seem to have stopped Sync and his group, at the very least, which was all the more reason for haste.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/732808.html?thread=60087176#t60087176)]

Well, it didn't seem like there was a fight going on tonight. Was the sun room empty? That was good, less to stand between them and the basement. SubZero wasn't really in the mood to deal with brainwashed patients or the more dangerous creatures that lurked in the building at night.

He motioned for Arlene and HK to come in. Although with no one in here, they might face two in a row in the upcoming rooms. And there was no one to distract any opposition they might run into.

[Just outside the Sun Room door]

[shallweplay.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/727695.html?thread=60239759#t60239759). Spying on this thread (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/733220.html?thread=60333860#t60333860) for now.]

Ophelia ducked beside the outer doorframe, listening for the faint footfalls of her prey across the carpeted floor within. They didn't get far, however. The party stopped when sadistic-sounding laughter pealed across the room. Mm, perhaps someone is out to make my hunt even easier tonight, thought the warrior with a predatory grin.

She peeked through the crack between door and doorframe, able to make out a ball of violet light and what looked to be the shape of a hovering child behind it. Whatever poor, brainwashed soul this was, Ophelia liked his style. For the moment, she stayed hidden, waiting to see how her quarry would respond to the attack.

[slipperymagic.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/732808.html?thread=60463752#t60463752).]

Howl slipped into the room, and made an effort to stay close to the wall. As long as he remained anchored to that, he could cling to some false sense of security. It was growing increasingly difficult to silence the voice inside of him that was pointing out how horribly dangerous this was. And for what? It would be so much easier to sit back in his room and wait for someone else to figure out how to escape. Let them risk their necks.

Thankfully, the Witch and what she might do to his assorted crew of loved ones was still more frightening than what the Institute held. The idea of Sophie, Michael and Megan trying to defend themselves was laughable. Calcifer might have been able to manage something. But Calcifer might also be dead, Howl told himself severely. His chest ached with its emptiness. So Howl pushed forward, against his better judgment. His hair was falling into his eyes, and he was almost too worried to care. (Almost.)

Silently, Howl pointed towards the door that he and his companion needed to reach. "There. Alright?" he asked, already moving.

[guardiancomplex.livejournal.com]

(From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/732808.html?thread=60509832#t60509832))

Touya entered the Sun Room, noticing that there seemed to be a fight going on, plus some others standing off to the side. It seemed like three on one wasn't terribly good odds for the kid--but he seemed to be taking care of himself alright. Staying behind Yue, and keeping Sakura behind him, he indicated to Yue that they should probably stick to the walls until they got to the Cafeteria door.

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Most smart people would stick close to the walls when they passed through the Sun Room, trying not to be seen; however, right now Junior was not one of those smart people, and instead beginning to cut right through the middle of the room. The maddening presence of U-DO and his own bloodlust were nothing short of overwhelming by this point, yet only part of what drove him there. The other part hoped that by keeping his twin's attention in the center of the room, he'd be less likely to notice anyone, not just Nigredo and Klavier, who might be moving along the walls, and more likely to let the people he was busy fighting slip by.

The closer he got, the easier it was to notice the normal U.R.T.V. uniform on his twin; even though some people did seem to have outfits when they weren't brainwashed, he hadn't ever seen it on Albedo since they'd arrived. Which meant that hunch was probably right, it was Special Counseling. U-DO's waves couldn't possibly be that strong otherwise with the weird power-dampening technology Landel's had...could it?

Either way he. Was. Screwed. "Hey, Albedo!" he shouted up, keeping some good distance between himself and the other group being attacked. "Get over here, we need to talk!"

[falseblack]

[LEEEROOYY JENNKIENRRNNNSSS-ing from here. Psyche: ruining every serious moment since 1983.]

An order was, in the end, an order.

Nigredo tore through the Sun Room, eyes fixed on the point beyond the cafeteria, caring not for brothers or their petty squabbles or the destruction they each bore. Only Klavier at his back. Only Klavier being safe. He would do Rubedo the honor and not look back.

Even as the snap of a pistol met his ears.