DAMNED || LANDEL'S INSTITUTE

A Multifandom Asylum RPG


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Night 51: Courtyard
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A little wriggling with the wedged shovel and a few sharp kicks later, the door opened. Edgar moved outside quickly, pulling the door closed behind him- he'd caused enough of a commotion to have alerted the entire staff, granted they weren't out torturing the rest of the patient population already. He crossed the path to the wall of the building, moving alongside it as quickly as caution allowed, finally stopping behind a bush as he neared the wall to the recreational field.

Leaning on his shovel, Edgar took a moment to rest, adjusting the sling around his arm as he knelt. He stifled a pained breath- getting that door open had been more work than he'd initially thought; however, it wasn't nearly the stress of crossing the high fence, ruining his stitches in the process. Peering over the shrub, he surveyed the grounds from his hiding spot: nothing immediately noticeable, but the view was poor with only the light of the night sky to aid him. What he could see was the shed, the structure a jarring shape against the backdrop of the trees on the other side of the fence. A smile crossed his face- his destination was in sight.

Back on his feet, he kept low to the ground as he followed the wall, using it as a safeguard for his back and wounded arm. While the courtyard itself was blanketed in a strange silence- serene, but somehow unsettling- the adjacent field was brimming with sound: voices dampened by the stone wall, a curious guttural noise. Whatever produced a cry like that couldn't be good.

The sounds from beyond the wall continued as Edgar arrived at the shed, his first action to break the lock in the same fashion as the night before and step inside quickly. The familiar darkness of the shed surrounded him- despite the familiarity, he checked the shadows in every corner of the room. One couldn't be too careful when the native monsters were often horrible beyond proper description.

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Clearing the doorway more easily than expected, Edgar once again crawled along the western wall, moving as quickly and soundlessly as humanly possible. The commotion from the field on the other side hadn't died down, the cries of other patients clearer than they had been on his first passing. It seemed he'd been fortunate, having chosen a good night to take the longer path and avoid crossing the wall a second time.

Though more convenient to carry on his back than it would have been to drag the mower behind him, moving the stringed trimmer was more than a minor task. It weighed on his neck and shoulders, forcing him to deal with further pain from his wound. The shovel was a blessing as it supported each step, serving as a walking stick more than a tool or weapon. He rested a moment behind one of the shrubs, feeling weaker than he would have liked to admit. He could only hope his luck would continue and he'd be able to meet with the healer Anise mentioned- his drive to progress unfortunately clashed with his recovery. With Landel sifting through his patient population, removing from and adding to it every few days, there wasn't time to waste.

He got to his feet and continued to the cafeteria door. At least he didn't have to break the lock this time.

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Xemnas' landing upon the courtyard's ground was a graceful one. Sounds carried over from over the wall, following him from the area he had just left behind. Would their invisible attacker seek to follow, or would it continue lingering in the field, waiting for hapless patients to wander into its clutches?

In contrast, the courtyard was defined by its silence, by its dark shadows casted by the trees. Shadows in which anything could lurk, even the radiance granted by the moon failing to completely repel that darkness. But darkness could not entirely be repelled; where there was light, there was the darkness that would eventually consume it.

As the Nobody waited for the rest of their group to finish their descend, he swept the small beam of light around the area, its small reach removing only the slightest darkness in passing. But even when its radiance revealed nothing, even though the area was coated by silence, it would provide them little safety, little assurance whether something would seek to hinder them once more. It would be foolish to lower their guard.

Landing lightly, Momo dropped down to one knee as she let the spirit threads shift back out of focus. She shook her head, finger moving to stop the slight nose-bleed, as squeezed her eyes back against the slight headache. She may be used to them, but she certainly could do without the spiritual backlash. She stayed where she was, listening and scanning the area, until both Erika and Raine were on the ground.

"It seems for the moment we may continue ahead unmolested." She drew Laevatein again, fingertips of her free hand brushing lightly across the cracked and carbon-scored blade, almost as if petting it. "To the cafeteria," she said, pointing toward the closest door with the broadsword as she started across the courtyard toward it.

Raine managed to be subtle about checking Momo over; she couldn't easily tell when a shinigami was working their own kind of magic, but the backlash was easy enough to spot. She could guess that this leader wouldn't like being looked over during a mission, though (well, Lloyd objected too, he just didn't dare object much).

How much time had passed? She had a feeling their goal was a lot further away than she was used to, and she wouldn't be entirely surprised if some places weren't as kind as others about releasing them at the end of the night.

This was a new area to Erika, though she had enough sense to pinpoint where they were. After all, it was easy. They started out in the west side of the Institute, which meant that crossing the wall over put them into the middle of the place, where the Sun Room et. all was. Her reasoning was confirmed by Momo not a moment later. So, the cafeteria was beyond this point... She did wonder where the doors on the side lead.

It was just a shame that they couldn't investigate the strange presence on the previous wall, but Erika already knew that they were pressed for time and that a greater mystery waited for her in the basement. So, she took only a second to readjust her skirt to mostly hide the damage Xemnas did to it and walked forward to lead the group to the cafeteria. Momo did warn them to stay behind her, so she made sure not to stray too far. Alas, one of her many talents didn't involve self defense.

"About how far are we from the basement, Momo-san?" Erika questioned the shinigami, idly chatting to give both her and the others a sense of where their goal was. That, and Erika wanted to try and guess where it was herself, of course. While she did all of this, she opened the door leading into the cafeteria and stepped inside.

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