Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[age_of_kings]

[ from here]Tolten tried to seem confident as he took the lead, proceeding further into the dark corridors. There had been nothing overtly threatening so far, but his heart was racing in his chest even so. He couldn't shake a sense of lurking danger, of shadowing hidden fear. He tried to tell himself he was being foolish, but experience told him

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[selfnighted]

[from here]

Through this hallway, then the next, then the stairs, if she recalled correctly. Having a guide and not feeling quite that strongly about possessing a makeshift weapon had mitigated somewhat the event of marking her location; however Maya was pretty certain of the way to her destination.

If not, she could go exploring. Nothing lost in the endeavor, except perhaps the pride of completing her self-assigned task. There was something to be said about self-assigned tasks, however, was there not? There were no consequences for others if she failed. The important thing, truly, was not to lose her luck charm.

Though... She supposed guarding her own life might be important, too. Quite a feat for the stories of monsters about. Conundrum.

[England!]

[selfnighted]

In there? In the Sun Room? That made her more curious, unfortunately, but she supposed she must abide by the conclusion she'd come to a moment before: to guard her life as best she could. Not a hard task. She wasn't suicidal by any means. Besides, there was nothing worth dying for here.

"Thank you kindly for the warning," she responded. "I'm Maya. May I ask where you're headed?"

Surely not to the Sun Room, from the sound of it. If there was a location Maya had not seen, she'd rather like to go there, perhaps. Might be fun. In a very, very relative sort of fashion. But that depended on the location.

[selfnighted]

"Pleasure to meet you," Maya responded. "What sort of weapon do you use?"

And here this conversation arose again. Maya was beginning to get the impression it was quite common. Necessity made it appropriate, she supposed. "I know of a closet where makeshift weapons can be found. Unless you're looking for the well-made ones?"

If that were the case, she'd have to ask where those were acquired. 'Outside,' perhaps? In that case, Doyleton the only notable thing, was it not? The view from the bus had been rather boring. No, perhaps there existed covert things that couldn't be seen from the bus. Secret tunnels and the like.

[selfnighted]

There would be little problem in getting him something suitable, then. Very practical. "Will something like this do?" she asked, holding up her pipe. Whether the pipe was well-made was debatable, however. Heh. Unfair statement; she hadn't yet tested it.

Oh well. Moving on. Whether or not the pipe was sufficient, their destination was the same.

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