http://per-ardua.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] per-ardua.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-03-14 06:55 pm

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.

[identity profile] tempusfragments.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not really a..." Kiden cut herself off. Not really a what? She wasn't really a fighter, no, but she could hold her own against bullies. And she had the pipe and her power -- even if it was less than what she was used to. Kiden used to be able to walk for months in no-time and now she had only gotten fifteen seconds. Why?

"...Nice to meet you, Larsa, Gabranth," She bobbed her head and then held out her hand, the one without the pipe, of course. A blink at their speech and the like. Milady? That brought a wry grin to her face, "I'm hardly a milady, if you would." It kind of grated on her, a little.

[identity profile] entrust-to-few.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Upon closer inspection Penelo didn't seem to have any injuries on her, the child sighing in relief when he finally caught his breath. He was overjoyed to know that the teen had picked up a few friends, well aware that having allies was the best measure to get through the night.

"'Tis the utmost pleasure to meet you both." The child smiled softly and graciously bowed before something caught his eye. Though the Sun Room was rather busy that evening the faint glow of the Bulletin Board contrasted sharply against the darkness. From here he stood Larsa could make out the contents, tilting his head and frowning when it made little sense to him.

"How peculiar..." But enough of that. Gray eyes tore away from the glow, giving Penelo an apologetic look.

"I am deeply sorry for making you wait, Penelo. You see, we were ambushed by a swarm of mini-wyverns and our comrades were in need of assistance." Larsa hoped that Kaoru and Honey were able to reach their destination without any trouble. One drawback to gaining allies is worrying for all their safety.

[identity profile] dancingdagger.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Penelo didn't think much of Larsa and Gabranth's delay until Larsa told her the actual cause of it. Immediately, Penelo's eyes widened and she immediately looked him over to see if he was alright. Why didn't he tell her that sooner?! Penelo felt horribly guilty just waiting around while Larsa was fighting monsters.

"Really?! Why didn't you tell me? You're alright... right?" She frowned, concern showing on her face. "Gabranth, you're alright too... right?" Of course, she couldn't forget about Gabranth. In the end, he had helped them, and Penelo would never forget it.

It seemed that Sakura had actually met Gabranth. What a small place this seemed... since Larsa seemed to be uninjured (well, she could tell, but just in case the noble was hiding something...), and Gabranth as well, it looked like they were ready to go.

"... Anyone have any ideas on where we should go?"

[identity profile] judgemagister.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
The judge's thoughts mirrored his lord's, concious of the danger of the place and still thankful for the help the child with the exceptional ranged skills had provided. It would have been more than a troublesome encounter without the assisstance, especially since he was often preoccupied with Larsa's own health. Turning his gaze from the glowering meaningless sign, he lifted his brows at the girl's question, but showed no other hint of surprise. "Aye, we are both unharmed." A few scratches here and there, but they had already stopped their minimal amount of bleeding, and only provided an annoying itch.

He fingered the hilt of the sword idly, again missing the convenience of the armor and his sheathe. Noah looked to Larsa for an answer to the question, as he had no inkling on where to go and had no care on where they were to end up. It was dispairing to remember his plan for map-making had failed horribly, as he had lost a large portion of the image during the run-in with the wyverns.