Night 52: Main Hallway, 2-East

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Having reached the second floor without difficulties, it wasn't before long Xemnas emerged from the stairwell. He paused for the briefest of moments, seeking any disturbances of the silence and the unmoving darkness alike. Nothing leaped from the shadows, and even if others had, too, already made it to the second floor corridors, there were no sounds of battle drifting from other parts that would alert them of their existence.

Still tracing familiar steps, the Nobody moved into the direction of the connecting hallway that would lead him to his destination.

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Guybrush followed Leela down the hallway, eyeing her shadow as well as his own. He rolled his eyes, sighing at his luck. Blinky lights and crazy patients and Elaine being missing, and now his shadow was on the fritz. What else could go wrong? And why was it only his?

"Last I checked, I hadn't been stung by a giant bee," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. It probably wasn't any more pleasant of an experience than being eaten by a giant manatee, and he could only guess what kinds of consequences that adventure would have on him later. The fact that he'd never get the smell of manatee bile out of his jacket was only the start.

Taking a breather next to Leela, Guybrush peered down the dim hallway that branched to the side. "Lots of doors- one of them is bound to have something useful behind it, even if it's not Landel himself or ..."

His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his shadow as it jerked strangely, not even trying to follow his movements. He sighed again. "I've got a bad feeling about this." Of course, it was only after that phrase had escaped his lips that he remembered nothing good ever came after its utterance. Crud.

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Indeed, the bad karma of that phrase was enduring enough that Leela was well aware of it herself, but she thought she'd give Guybrush a pass, under the circumstances. He had every right to a bad feeling. She was sharing it herself.

"You'd know if you had been," she said. "Hm, or maybe you wouldn't. But I sure don't feel like you're hallucinating me. And even if you were, I'd probably be too busy with some cheesy song and dance number to try to convince you you weren't."

It made perfect sense to her.

She could hear voices down the hall he'd indicated. Maybe that would mean someone was down there who could give them some clues. Hopefully someone in a less kill-y sort of mood than the fembot had been. "Yeah, that way looks promising to me." She decided the polite thing to do would be to ignore his shadow's antics.

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"All right," Guybrush said with a nod. "Down the hall it is."

He stepped aside, allowing Leela to head through first, waiting a moment before following her. His shadow, not one to be ignored, twisted angrily. Guybrush was not impressed. "Quiet, you."

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