Sugar Sprinkles Bakery(B rank mission)
Jan 26, 2013 14:37:29 GMT -7
Post by yoshinee on Jan 26, 2013 14:37:29 GMT -7
The stench met Yoshinee before the vision, and once more her stomach felt like it was trying to climb out her throat. While the young kunoichi wasn't especially soft, the stench of several decomposing bodies, dried in blood on the walls and the most twisted sort of cupcakes known to man, were simply more than she could bear in her current condition. Holding a hand in front of her mouth, she did a couple of gestures as if she was about to throw up, once more only barely capable of containing it. On a more positive side of things, it appeared as if the demons she were hallucinating were stepping away from the light. The green eyes watched carefully as they fled up towards what was supposedly the main room. They'd be waiting for her there.
The time spent in the light was precious to Yoshinee. While the two companions she was travelling with likely wouldn't enjoy the sight of all the lost lives, for Yoshinee, this was a minor piece of heaven compared to being left with the hallucinations. Regaining some of her sanity, the young kunoichi strode down the few remaining steps to the stairs, laying a hand on Data's shoulder, she spoke softly to him. "...Promise me that you'll knock me out, if I ever become a danger towards the two of you." With that, Yoshinee sent him a faint smile and passed him. While Ace had moved to the book-shelf, there was something else entirely that had caught Yoshinee's eyes. A little fact about the room that had scared her the second she had figured out what it was...
...The oxygen tanks. Any kind of fire or pressure near these tanks, assuming they were mostly full on oxygen, could cause quite a bit of destruction. If they could be disabled and rendered harmless, that would likely be able to ease the young kunoichi's mind. Besides, Ace had a better idea of what he'd be looking for in the bookshelf anyway. So they might aswell leave him to it. Assuming the bookshelf was a trap that would just topple over on top of him, they'd also be far from harms way. "Data-san, can you help me disable these?" Yoshinee questioned him in a gentle tone. "If any kind of fire goes off down here, or any kind of trap trigger these, this hallway might very well entirely collapse.." Kneeling slightly to the side of the tank, Yoshinee was searching to see if there was any way these tanks could be rendered useless. A light sensation as if being stung by needles had slowly started in the absolute front of her toes..
The time spent in the light was precious to Yoshinee. While the two companions she was travelling with likely wouldn't enjoy the sight of all the lost lives, for Yoshinee, this was a minor piece of heaven compared to being left with the hallucinations. Regaining some of her sanity, the young kunoichi strode down the few remaining steps to the stairs, laying a hand on Data's shoulder, she spoke softly to him. "...Promise me that you'll knock me out, if I ever become a danger towards the two of you." With that, Yoshinee sent him a faint smile and passed him. While Ace had moved to the book-shelf, there was something else entirely that had caught Yoshinee's eyes. A little fact about the room that had scared her the second she had figured out what it was...
...The oxygen tanks. Any kind of fire or pressure near these tanks, assuming they were mostly full on oxygen, could cause quite a bit of destruction. If they could be disabled and rendered harmless, that would likely be able to ease the young kunoichi's mind. Besides, Ace had a better idea of what he'd be looking for in the bookshelf anyway. So they might aswell leave him to it. Assuming the bookshelf was a trap that would just topple over on top of him, they'd also be far from harms way. "Data-san, can you help me disable these?" Yoshinee questioned him in a gentle tone. "If any kind of fire goes off down here, or any kind of trap trigger these, this hallway might very well entirely collapse.." Kneeling slightly to the side of the tank, Yoshinee was searching to see if there was any way these tanks could be rendered useless. A light sensation as if being stung by needles had slowly started in the absolute front of her toes..