Night 47: Kitchen

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The kitchen came off as eerie as always.

Nigredo halted his breathing, eyes and ears straining for possible signs. Nothing registered, nothing beyond two intruders and pale moonlight on ceramic and tile. He drew out a long, quiet sigh, internally pushing out the memories that arose.

"I hate this place," he whispered to no one in particular.

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[rocksthecourt]

Perhaps it was a desperate, subconscious need to relieve stress, but he found himself smiling at that simple statement. There was a short, audible exhale of breath which could have been taken as a small laugh that accompanied it. He hated this place? Whether Nigredo was referring to the kitchen or the institute in general, he could wholeheartedly agree. Especially on nights like these when it wa all he could do to distract himself from the painful strain of anxiety twisting in his chest.

He placed a hand on Nigredo's shoulder briefly in response, small smile still playing across his face. It looked like he was either trying to be reassuring or trying to withhold a smarmy comment. Either way, he chose to deter the subject back on track. "It was inside the refrigerator, ja? Interesting location for a highway to hell."

Yes, that was what they needed. Conversation. Talking. Even if it was meaningless. Words were a distraction and a comfort, anything to keep them from from thinking too deeply. Klavier moved toward the large walk in fridge, examining the door up and down with his light. It certainly did look normal enough. He could joke about it all he wanted, but the fact was, he did find the idea of the passage in a fridge to be rather interesting.

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[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

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No signs of monsters yet. It seemed unlikely that they'd pass up those two ahead and then try to ambush their group of three.

"It's just up ahead, inside the walk-in refrigerator," Hime explained, pointing it out with her own flashlight beam. It seemed that's where those other two had headed as well. "There's a trapdoor hidden near the back that leads down into the ground."

Well, that was as far as she'd gotten that night with the other Kagura, so she wasn't sure what was beyond that. They'd just have to see.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

The kitchen was clear. Depth Charge nodded, eyes following the two men up ahead as they disappeared into the middle of the three doors set across the back wall- good thing they'd gone first, that door looked like it might have been a real slagger to get open. Not that he was particularly enchanted by the idea of them getting there before them, but oh well, maybe they'd keep whatever monsters lay ahead busy. Sparkless, maybe, but it was a bot-eat-bot galaxy out there.

"A trap door, huh?" He clicked his tongue, tapping the crowbar absently against his leg as he moved. "What is this place, a cheap horror movie set?"

[cursed-exorcist.livejournal.com]

"It certainly seems that way." At this point in her life, there wasn't much that surprised Kagura any more. Her job as an exorcist had given her plenty of strange experiences, including trap doors in some of the most unlikely places. If there's one thing she had learned, it was to keep an open mind.

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Rika clicked her flashlight on, looking around - she still quieted her footsteps, but could hear nothing aside from quiet breath sounds and the dull thud of blood pounding in her ears. She strained to listen for anything else, and thought she heard a radio from somewhere else, but it wasn't clear.

"Forward?"

[purgatio]

"Of course," he answered, words bland. This place held old blood and arguments, poor judgment and sharp words. But that wasn't this, now, was it? The two had no bearing on each other. As if he would believe that lie.

"You said you seek the truth, hmm?" the boy wondered, shifting to the already open fridge. Someone else then, had already played this way. Something like wariness if wariness had became apathetic slid through him.

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Still she had yet to catch up. Teresa couldn't hear anyone ahead of her, so she had to make the assumption the Royal had headed below already. The doors before her showed signs of forceful entry, so she couldn't have passed before them. Maybe they had made it through the Sun Room unmolested.

Following the trail was easy as there were only a few places for one to go. With her light back on, Teresa headed into the cold storage room.

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