Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West

[heroesdontshave]

[from here]

It looked like the hallway opened up over here. Guess he couldn't expect to just run around and follow a linear corridor forever, but now he had to figure out which way he wanted to go. Normally, he'd just run down whatever hallway he happened to lay eye on first, but again, he was running a liiittle blind here.

He still wasn't seeing any people anywhere. Maybe everyone was hiding. If everyone knew the staff turned into monsters and tried to eat them, then it'd make sense that they'd try to keep low. Thankfully, he'd be taking care of whatever was wandering around this place, so they wouldn't have to stay hiding for long. Once that was done, they could blast their way out of there and he could find his way back to the others. Couldn't keep everyone waiting on account of him, right?

[running across Rita, The Trickster, and hopefully, a freaking flashlight]

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[monkeyboy]

"Uwwwahh!" Goku's yelp was something like a dog being stepped on. It was just a reflexive reaction after witnessing witchcraft, anyone in his shoes would have done the same. "Y-Y-You muh-moved--" Frightened by this short person's devilry, the little boy jumped back, but for some reason he didn't get far.

"Ah--!" Something slammed into him from behind. Oh no! Had this witch called for re-enforcements?! Oh well, that just meant one more person to beat! Okay, he needed to be sneaky about this; he couldn't let the villain behind him suspicious. Taking a deep breath, Goku counted down for the strike.

One... Two... Four!

"Get ready, witch--! Whoa..." He whirled spectacularly, but now his nose was an inch away from those balloons women carried under their shirts. At least he knew this person's gender! While she was a lot taller than he (and even Bulma too), Goku noticed she wasn't glowing like the shorter witch. Maybe she wasn't in cahoots. And if that was the case, it was a man's duty to protect a girl! "Stay back, lady!" He motioned for Claire to take shelter. "That witch's sunlight can kill!"

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

"I said I'm not a witch!" Rika stamped her foot once, just to make the point clear. It took a lot of effort to keep the anger out of her voice, but she managed it. Only just, but she did it.

"I'm just a girl. My name's Rika. And I'm not out to hurt anyone. This is just a flashlight. See?" She offered the light for inspection, managing to keep the sigh out of her voice somehow.

She moved to brush her hair behind her ears, letting the light glint off the ring on her left middle finger. Rika didn't notice that at first, but when she did, it startled her a little. That really did look like blood crystallized, didn't it? She had to get that thought out of her head.

[savagesolitude.livejournal.com]

"Stay back?" she parroted, boggling at the tiny thing shielding her from the girl. He kept shouting about witches and sunlight and frankly, this was getting out of hand. If he didn't stop panicking like this they would all be in trouble. Good thing the girl was keeping a clear head about it. (But that hair - where the hell did she get the dye for that?)

Determined to quiet them both down, Claire kneeled and drew out her own torch, flicking it on and off. The yellowed light cut the darkness in two and gave them both long, sinister shadows. "It's not magic. It's a machine. See?" There was enough light from the other torches around that they could see when she screwed off the end to reveal the bulb and popped out the batteries. "Witches have nothing to do with it."

So weird that he would think that. Claire regarded him closely, noting the wild hair and the unusually stocky frame for a child. Had he been living in the wild on the island? Somewhere remote from the Others, far from the old camp and the hatches? Or had he actually seen this stuff before, but misunderstood? You'd think Claire would have seen him by now if he was running loose. She knew the island too well to have missed anyone for that long.

Perhaps...perhaps he had always been a prisoner of the Others. Since birth.

That didn't explain the girl. Actually, that didn't explain anything. Nothing at all. This was just too much to think about and they had to go. Now.

Militant, she rose and snapped the torch back together. Claire pursed her lips at the two. She couldn't just leave them. They were too young. About the same age as that pair that the Others took - Zach, and his sister. She hadn't caught her name. The woman taking care of them kept shooing her away.

"Look, I don't know where you two came from or what the hell is going on here, but we need to leave. They'll kill us if we don't." She held out a hand to them both. It didn't matter who took it, as long as they followed.

[monkeyboy]

Goku flinched back when this Rika offered up that magic stick. There was no way he was touching any of it! Thankfully, his attention was taken away from the blue-haired witch when this new, taller lady squatted down behind him, pulling out an identical stick. The young boy was two seconds away from freaking out on both of them, specially since he was out numbered, but Claire's quick thinking saved them both the grief.

He was bug-eyed with wonder as she began dismantling the stick. He still didn't really get it, until she mentioned 'machine'. "Ohhhh! Like one of Bulma's!" She had been able to make it daylight inside her rolly-polly houses. "Electricity, right?" His aggressive mood immediately brightened with a big childish grin slapped across his chubby face. Bringing his stubby arms up over his head to scratch his hair sheepishly, Goku turned around to meet Rika. "Hee hee, sorry!" But there was no time for second impressions, as Claire stood back up and began trying to wrangle them away.

"Who's trying to kill us?" Unfortunately, it wasn't fear that had Goku up and moving, it was excitement. He had already ran into a few mean guys earlier and he was ready for a re-match. He studied the out-stretched hand smiling before giving it a high-five and walking forward briskly. "Okay! Let's go!" This was going to be the best night ever!

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

Rika had been about to say something else when the blonde woman stepped in, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd managed to keep her head, but was impressed with the way she had managed to calm the situation down. There was no real way of telling either of them that the 'witch' comment had struck quite a nerve, but that was all right. There was no need to say anything, just as long as everyone was reasonably calm.

"It's okay," she said, with a small nod. "If you're not used to stuff like this, I can't blame you for thinking it's some kind of magic." The girl's thoughts went back on track at the 'something's going to kill us' comments, and she nodded, her voice going serious again. She had seen enough things in her time here that she knew perfectly well how dangerous things could get. Rika looked at Claire, nodded, and rather than high-five, she took that offered hand, squeezing once.

"Right...it's too dangerous to stay in one place too long. There are monsters and possibly people that could hurt us. It's not good to stay in one place too long at night." With that, she started to move forward and down the hall.

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