Night 36: Special Counseling Final Prep. Area
[ From here. Clothing included with mod permission.]
Homura made sure to open the door quietly, though the need for light to see hardly made them unnoticeable targets. Still, nothing immediately attacked them when Homura first stepped in, allowing the demi-god to advance just enough to look around. Against one wall were several empty gurneys, next to each of which were stands with half-empty IV bags. All of the equipment looked as if it had been used recently, perhaps even that night, though the purpose wasn't immediately apparent.
A rack closer to him contained several outfits, none of which, notably, were the typical Landel's fare. Some seemed ordinary, like the clothes given to patients when it came time for trips to town. Others were brightly colored, almost enough to stand out from the darkness without the aide of flashlight. Many were ornate or individualized, such as the slim black suit with a red silloutte of what looked like a bat across the chest closest to where they stood. Regardless, it didn't hold as much interest as the glint of metal from a display across the room did for Homura.
Before he could take a closer look, however, Homura heard the steady sound of movement coming from that same area. A small cluster of creatures just barely capable of being called human-shaped bustled about, doing something Homura couldn't discern. What he could tell, however, was the number: two bulking masses towering over two smaller frames, a pair appearing no less vicious for their size. The demi-god was immediately caught up by conflicting thoughts, a prideful desire to advance clashing against a rational awareness that he and Okita stood no chance against such force, particularly as they were.
To have come so far, and be forced to leave empty-handed. The thought was hardly pleasant, but one Homura had no chance to linger on. Just a moment after he noticed the group of monsters, the group noticed them, their movements stopping as one began to make a low, gravely sound.
"Okita." Homura readied his sword, forced to turn off his flashlight and tuck it into the waistband of his pants. The distaste for what he said was obvious, but there was no choice in matter now that the two massive orderlies were approaching. "We're going to have to leave this room for now."
Homura made sure to open the door quietly, though the need for light to see hardly made them unnoticeable targets. Still, nothing immediately attacked them when Homura first stepped in, allowing the demi-god to advance just enough to look around. Against one wall were several empty gurneys, next to each of which were stands with half-empty IV bags. All of the equipment looked as if it had been used recently, perhaps even that night, though the purpose wasn't immediately apparent.
A rack closer to him contained several outfits, none of which, notably, were the typical Landel's fare. Some seemed ordinary, like the clothes given to patients when it came time for trips to town. Others were brightly colored, almost enough to stand out from the darkness without the aide of flashlight. Many were ornate or individualized, such as the slim black suit with a red silloutte of what looked like a bat across the chest closest to where they stood. Regardless, it didn't hold as much interest as the glint of metal from a display across the room did for Homura.
Before he could take a closer look, however, Homura heard the steady sound of movement coming from that same area. A small cluster of creatures just barely capable of being called human-shaped bustled about, doing something Homura couldn't discern. What he could tell, however, was the number: two bulking masses towering over two smaller frames, a pair appearing no less vicious for their size. The demi-god was immediately caught up by conflicting thoughts, a prideful desire to advance clashing against a rational awareness that he and Okita stood no chance against such force, particularly as they were.
To have come so far, and be forced to leave empty-handed. The thought was hardly pleasant, but one Homura had no chance to linger on. Just a moment after he noticed the group of monsters, the group noticed them, their movements stopping as one began to make a low, gravely sound.
"Okita." Homura readied his sword, forced to turn off his flashlight and tuck it into the waistband of his pants. The distaste for what he said was obvious, but there was no choice in matter now that the two massive orderlies were approaching. "We're going to have to leave this room for now."