Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here.]
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
It wasn't long before he reached the main hall, though without orders from the Arts and Crafts club, he wasn't all the sure what he was doing. He'd told that psycho from a few nights back that he'd cure him, if the guy was even still around. Who knew? The guy seemed pretty well capable of keeping himself alive, but between people just disappearing and others getting themselves killed, it was hard to say.
After a few hurried steps, he stopped in his tracks. The static was gone. Things were clear. The voices he heard were only the ones he tuned in to and focused on. And his Psychs? He gave a hesitant flash of his hand, a snap of his fingers and flames danced on his palm. His psychokinetic powers were back. And he wasn't crazy or deranged or being controlled. Had someone managed to destroy whatever it was that kept blocking them all out?
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