".....Stay back..." Lucy held her hand out to block the two with her from advancing, darting her eyes back and forth to access the melting reality that lay just beyond the elevator door. Had the dog led them here specifically for what was happening? For his part...he was advancing slowly beyond the threshold, obviously hostile to something just beyond.
Could it be....
"....This is the work of an enemy ghost..." Lucy muttered in Suzies direction, assured at least she would understand the meaning.
Swiftly she swung her case out and armed herself....and act that may not have been a surprise to Suzie....but to Jamie, perhaps more bizarre then the room beyond was her sister shouldering a automatic weapon and assuming a low stance as she advanced into the hallway beyond.
"I said stay ba..." Lucy shot a glance back at the girl, tire thumper in hand, then turned her attention forward again. "....Suzie, keep an eye on her...."Jamie stared into the ink blot darkness fearfully, reaching into her bag and retrieving her tire thumper again. Gripping the handle as a source of comfort, she began carefully walking into the darkness behind the dog, looking for anything that could be a threat.
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"What the fuck are you two smoking over there?" Sandra shouted from her seat. She had been trying to enjoy her ribs in peace when that magic cunt started babbling about bullshit that didn't matter. Then, Miguel started tripping balls. If either of them was to be believed, there was something standing behind him. Yet, Sandra could see nothing. So, either they were on some good shit, or they had both gone insane.
Whatever it was, Sandra hoped they shut the fuck up and let her eat in peace.
Shit, those ribs were fuckin' good.
Miguel found that no matter where he moved, the specter next to him wasn't too far behind. A 「Stand」 Cassandra called it. It didn't seem to do anything just yet aside from look impassively at the surroundings before it. It's eyes fixated out the window for a bit, before focusing back on Miguel. Miguel looked back and for whatever reason two words came to his mind, before he could even question just what to call it.
「ALL CAPS」
Suddenly 「ALL CAPS」 motioned it's hand, as if beckoning something over. Suddenly it seemed like something was drawn over from Sandra. And now held over it's head was the word The.
"The..." Miguel noted blankly. "What?"
「ALL CAPS」 made no indication of what the meaning of this was.
It was certainly an odd sight. Miguel didn't quite know what to make of it. Was it the word of the day? "What is this, Sesame Street...?" he questioned, scratching his head. He turned to look at Cassandra. "So...okay," he got back to his feet. "What...what does this 「Stand」 thing do? Does it have anything to do with Night Fever?"
A chill went up her spine. The old man at the shop didn't see the bus going up the building, but this man did? Before, she hadn't had the chance to give it much thought beyond considering it odd that no one mentioned seeing something so uncanny. Hearing that the barkeep did see the bus go up the building made her revisit it. Okay, so, I know that the bus went up the building, as do the rest of my "siblings". This guy does, too. No one else does. That means... what? Why did we see it, but no one else did?
"Up a building? Now I know you're fuckin' with me." She shook her head with feigned disbelief. "Did anyone else see this or are you the only "lucky" one?"
Vivian cussed under her breath. "Lady, you really shouldn't be doing that." She spun in her chair toward the woman, and lit another cigarette.
"Last thing any of us here need, is you doing that."
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
Suzie plucked at a teased end of her dark hair, a certain vacant expression playing about her face as she counted down the numbers. Once the lift arrived, though, the Rottie sprung forward without any loss of momentum and slapped their passage to the second floor. Her dark eyes quirked over a worriesome half-smile.
"Seems he really knows his way around here, innit," she shrugged, and as he called out where he stood in the metal shaft, Suzie walked in as if it had been a rather ordinary matter of course.
"I'll help you, but you've got to promise you won't take off again, yeah?"
Of course, the moment the lights flickered on the trek up, trepidation once again began to fill Suzie's heart. Something's not right about this.
When the lift doors opened, it was almost as if they'd left the ordinary behind and had ascended from the lobby into another world entirely.
Rather than the shape of familiar wards and uniform rooms, there was a dark, distorted hallway.
"...oh, bother..."
The big Rottie was the first to cross the threshold, followed by Jamie...but in this dread atmosphere, there was the same shift in Lucy's disposition that came over her once the hooligan on the bus began to make his threats. This time, however, she'd brought her arms out to bear.
She'd heard some tell about the old American sentiment. Good old legends about the citizen-soldier at the heart of it. Fearlessly independent, and yet ferociously patriotic.
It was quite different seeing a carbine folded out in full rather than cloistered in a guitar case, unused, and it visibly made Suzie uneasy. "...suppose we haven't much choice in the matter, do we," she groaned, swallowing a lump.
Stepping off the lift, she neatly set her roller outside near the button panel. Her younger half-sister certainly had a knack for sussing out dangerous situations, operative from top to bottom. Suzie herself, however, was significantly less self-assured. Not only had the journey to the Lone Star State been fraught with conspiratorial danger, it seemed to follow with certain peculiar and menacing spirits.
Of course, the whole time「Jigsaw Feeling」had hovered relentlessly by her side. She'd rather not engage, but if this was anything like the shades that followed George bloke and carried Toby Keith, she supposed it would be better to have more allies rather than none.
And so, moving into the shadows, she flanked the dog on the other side.
"...lead on, mate," she said. Her brave face was thin as white paper. "We'll get you where you need to be."