Endgame: Eyes I Dare Not Meet in Dreams

[animusnpcs]

Characters: open
Setting: floor 101/hidden floor; June 2
Format: action brackets, please
Summary: Something arrives.
Warnings: psychological horror, physical horror, violence

[The thing arrives on the twenty-third floor where no one is around to see it. But even if there was anyone except the retrieval units there, they would hardly have a chance to spot a single shadow, as the Tower pushes around and caresses the thing, hiding it away. The Tower ripples, then, and delivers the thing up and up, skipping floor after floor.

Floor one-hundred and one goes dark, and the glamour fails entirely. There's a thing lurking about in the darkness, approaching the way to the hidden floor. It can't be seen in this gloom, but it can be heard taking heavy, laden footsteps.]

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Hidden Floor

[ninjainviolet]

[ Ninja thrive in darkness using all those skills comparable to a cat's to move about unseen and unheard under that cover, and if it had just been the lights going out, Sheena could have dealt with it. But the addition of the glamour disappearing revealing the souls under wire frames put the ninja on edge. The last time that had happened to her, she had found herself in a city of death, and can't help feeling that something similar is about to happen.

Unable to keep still, Sheena began pacing like a nervous cat, eventually prowling the area with senses turned up high to make her way through the gloom. ]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Similarly, Veronica's senses had gone into overdrive. The infrared vision really didn't help at the moment, what with everyone already being walking lamps, but she could still use her special hearing.

And she could hear it, whatever it was, coming for them.

She glanced at the wireframe of Sheena, her grip of her sword tightening as she watched her pace.]

They're coming. We'll have to fight soon.

[ninjainviolet]

[ Sheena had continued prowling, pausing occasionally to look around and take stock of the aura in the room. To say the tension was thick would have been an understatement, and this time, when she stopped and looked at Veronica, she felt her own tension increase a hundredfold. ]

"They"? Who's they? Those crazy units?

[ Then you could almost hear the click. ]

Ruana...

i'm sorry he's kind of a jerk

[cursedchosen]

[Zelos is pretty on edge with everything going on, too. The glamour being gone is definitely reminding him of the city, and the city can't help but remind him of everything back home. Between the countdown, and the discovery of the hidden floor, things were probably going to start going really bad. Really fast.]

[But, Zelos was pretty determined to not let it show. He'd had enough time to compose himself, and that meant tracking down his favorite ninja. Not in the least because he was worried about her.]

And how's my favorite demonic banshee?

She knows... :P

[ninjainviolet]

[ From what she's heard about Ruana, Sheena will agree "really bad" is a good way to describe what will happen. So is "catastrophic", but the question as to who will truly suffer is as yet unanswered.

An answer she can feel is quickly approaching, and is apparent in the way she's holding herself--prepared for battle.

A hold that relaxes only slightly--but still relaxes--when Zelos comes up to her.]

How do you think? [ A little terse but she's not done yet. ] And I am not a banshee!

[ Ah, Zelos. She's glad to see you. ]

but he's her jerk

[cursedchosen]

Sheesh, coulda have fooled me with that scream.

[He is really happy to see her, though. Especially with everything going on with that...weird metal thing. Ruana was really just the icing on the cake.]

[If icing was poison that killed you after several days of nothing but pain that bordered on torture, that was.]

Things looking as bright up here as they are everywhere else?

Definitely

[ninjainviolet]

I did not scream!

[ But, she can always change that if he wants.

And that's some icing there, Zelos. ]

Oh yeah. Bright as the noonday sun, and just as pleasant.

[ No sarcasm there. At all. Yeah, right. But it's not directed at him, but to the situation.

After a moment, she looks towards the door for a long time before turning back to him. ]

This is it, isn't it?