damned_institute | Nightshift 22, Sun Room

Raine stopped just outside the Sun Room, which was only a little lighter than the rest of the Institute now because of the skylight; the moon was apparently out. She wondered briefly what the moon looked like, here, but pushed that thought aside. She didn't hear anything from inside...

Standing just outside the doorway, so anyone inside the room wouldn't be able to see her, she looked back at her companions. "It sounds empty. Let's go in." She'd only gotten a few looks at the room during the day, but she was fairly certain that once inside, they should take a left to get into the Arts & Crafts room; it still sounded like a poor place to find weapons, but it was worth taking the chance. She had yet to meet a god at full power, but the myths she knew were informative enough. If they could just retrieve what Amaterasu needed to perhaps get her to a stronger state...

Raine clicked her flashlight on and jumped into the Sun Room's entrance, flicking the beam of light around to hopefully reveal any monsters hiding in the shadows. She held Reinforce's discarded crutch, her only real weapon, at the ready just in case; she wasn't letting herself be caught off-guard just yet.

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Recluse far preferred the Sun Room when there wasn't any sun to leave him half blind. The moonlight was more than bright enough for him.

There were more patients in this room, scanning the shadows with their flashlights. Recluse kept quiet, watching the small group. He would rather not get that light directly in his eyes. Or a concussion from the crutch one of them seemed to be holding as a weapon.

Hisoka could feel the patients long before any of them entered the room, his mind reaching out and brushing their minds-- an action only the keenest of minds would ever feel.

All of them were strong, in their own ways, but one was unarmed and unable to do much without their weapon of choice. The boy's eyes flickered behind his eyelids as he listened to their fears and worries. Their thoughts and secrets. Their souls were laid bare before him.

From his crouched position on the floor just behind a couch, Hisoka opened his eyes and silently checked the pistol in his hands, main attention still on listening to the others. He would wait, wait until the time was right, but for now they were far too out of range.

He closed his eyes again. His fellow patients would not understand, but this was for their own good. This place was dangerous at this hour.

Recluse stayed to the shadows at the edges of the room, moving around the perimeter. He didn't like this. Even with his superior night vision, there was just too many potential hiding spots here. He kept moving for the doors to the kitchen, red eyes scanning the room constantly.

And one moved, the one filled with caution and suspicion.

Too many hiding spots.

Hisoka could not let this one get away, even if it meant giving away his position. The patient on the move was not supposed to be out of his room, he was not supposed to be wandering the halls and it was his job to get all the 'deviants' back into line. One at a time.

Opening his eyes, the boy carefully began moving along the floor, trusting the couch to hide him from view as he followed the moving target's thoughts. Near the corner the boy stopped and waited, the other patient would be here soon enough.

Almost there. Once he had some edged weapons, he would feel a little less like a prey animal.

The sudden arrival of a new (loud, annoying, idiotic) prisoner startled him, turning his attention from scanning his surroundings to the group of inmates.

NOW.

While his attention was elsewhere, the boy quickly rose from his crouch and fired, the loud shot reverberating throughout the room and shattering the silence instanteously. With that, the shinigami quietly ducked back down into his position, listening intently to see how successful the shot had been. He knew it had hit and he knew he had been aiming low-- the legs, weakens and slows others. Easy targets-- but the boy had no clue how sucessful the first try had been.

Only time would tell.

Recluse dropped to the ground instinctively as soon as he heard the shot, but it was far too late to do any good.

He felt the impact in his thigh. It hadn't hit bone--he had been shot enough times to remember that feeling--but it went deep.

He dove for the nearest piece of cover, pushing off with his good leg and staying low. If only he hadn't allowed himself to be distracted, he could have had the chance to make the most of the time while shock numbed his pain to get the gun away from his attacker. Now, he would just have to deal with it.

Hisoka closed his eyes again, he had caught the attention of everyone in the room now, perhaps even some who weren't. The boy would have to be far more careful now, they were dangerous in numbers no matter how unarmed they all were.

But he had at least wounded one of them. The boy listened only to the wounded patient's thoughts for a short moment then returned to the broad spectrum of all of them at once.

They were frightened. Alert. Hiding only gave him a slight advantage with so many, he would have to get one of them out of commision before doing anything more.

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Once he gained cover, Recluse took a moment to examine his wounded leg. The bullet was lodged deep in the muscle and he couldn't do anything about it. But the blood...

He removed his grey uniform shirt, using hands and teeth to tear strips out of the fabric. He began wrapping the makeshift bandages around his leg, listening intently as he did so. The other prisoners were on the move, heading towards the kitchen doors.

The attacker had managed to hit him, even though the dark had kept him well hidden from the normal humans. Either the attacker had a nightvision scope or he was dealing with another metahuman. Neither was a welcome thought.

He tightened the bandages, letting out a hiss as the wound began to throb.

Nightshift 22, Sun Room

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