Safe. A word Hachi found solace in. A word that described the brief state of affairs. However, it was more important to have described the old man in this way. While not the most fanciful of places, only sporting enough space for a table and a shelf's worth of cleaning supplies, it proved to be the only bastion in this dark hellscape. A safe haven from the further challenges that were soon to be laid thereafter.
Three floors up on the opposite end of the complex was Kei's office. That was their destination.
"W-We saw that the stairwell is a..r-relatively safe passage.. So long as the ooze hadn't shrouded it in d-darkness by now." He pondered the choice quietly, pacing back and forth. "But.. The elevator is the most d-direct route. And we s-still have power.. Perhaps we should take our chances with the elevator.."
Then he ran the scene out in his head. He hypothesized that if the elevator was working, then the light from it would provide them enough of a boundary to get a headstart towards the office. "The elevator light could b-be used as a shield against it.." Didn't want to enterain the idea of the elevators being out, but his mind was needlessly coming up with what ifs. But thankfully, Nora's helpful reminder snapped him out of his anxiety-ridden mania.
He looked down at his pant leg and saw the ooze. He then proceeded to take the axe, and used its head to rip the piece from his pants. Once torn, he opened the door briefly and tossed it out; flicking some of it off his thumb. After which, he looked back to Nora having signaled that the deed was done. "F-Flares.. Good find," he wanted to give credit where credit was due. Hachi took this brief moment of peace and serenity to find somewhere in him to relax his soul. He wasn't exactly feeling right..
Ever since yesterdays violent reaction on the floor, his magic had been wavering in its form. It felt like something was actively trying to
penetrate its boundary.
He didn't exactly feel prickling at first, but it became more pronouce until it was too much too bear. There was a
gnarling feeling that gnashed at his mental heels. He felt his soul contort into odd shapes and sizes, melting its very form. But if one were to, say, manifest it physically, then it would appear as
nervous catatonia.
In this distorted twisted maelstrom of collected anxiety...
Sought a sudden need to repair oneself.
But then It came like a whisper,
Not here,
Not there,
Not anywhere,
But still somehow present..
But then it stopped being a whipser,
It became a voice,
Loving,
Comforting,
All the while still having anger..
But that voice stopped talking,
And was never heard,
Never again did It speak,
In the end, cascading into darkness..
Hachi blinked a few times, his consciousness having returned to reality.
Time, of which was an illusion at that moment, lapsed but a few minutes. In that time, Hachi had leaned up against the door and had taken a meditative expression, but that expression had contorted into disgust before it snapped back to his current, half-dazed, alertness.
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