Here We Come to Save the Day [Active]

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

Characters: Everyone who volunteered here
Content: A large group of people is off to go explore and possibly decimate a suspicious building. Awesome. :D
Setting: The Joutenheim gate to about the M-10 area
Time: Midmorning
Warnings? They're going to go blow up a building. Warnings for everything associated with that.
NOTE: So you guys know, there will be a few things different about this thread. For one, it'll start all with one long subthread to a certain point. I will start a new subthread with Death when this changes, and from there y'all can split into teams (don't worry, this will all make sense). Don't be afraid to do multiple subthreads once the teams split off, and by all means poke me if you have any questions. I'll put teams together soon.
The other big change is, no posting order. Post as frequently as you'd like - just remember to give everyone else a piece of the action!

To be honest, Death wasn't entirely certain what they were going to find. He had his suspicions - after all, all the signs pointed towards the Organization - but it was still better to err on the side of caution.

He had left instructions to exit the gate individually or in small groups, so as not to create suspicion. He himself had already gone through and stood to the east of the line of people waiting to enter. He would be easy enough to see and the people in line would pay him no attention. It was perfect.

So he waited. The others should arrive soon.

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[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

At first Timon was sceptical of Death. For the amount of walking they had done, they didn’t seem to be going anywhere all that fast. As far as he could see there were was not a single building in the area, even when the skeleton had suggested so. All the landscape revealed was more grass and the brilliant blue sky. The thought occurred to him that the hideaway could be underground, but only for a moment. When it had been described to him didn’t sound like it was that well hidden. He frowned and squinted, trying to see what Death appeared to.

“I don’t see anything.” He replied, “Are you sure we’re heading in the right direction?”

The sudden appearance of the Creepers answered his question. “I’ll, ah, take that as I yes.” He said with a chuckle as he inched back nervously behind Auron who he yet to leave the side of. It was no surprise he had left his guard down during the walk to their destination, too focused on enjoying the outdoors more than anything else. Now, however, it didn’t look as though he had much of a choice; the approaching darkness was difficult to ignore. Alarms sounded in his head, warning him to leave the battle and abandon the group, something the meerkat stopped to consider. To be completely honest, it certainly was an appealing idea at a time like this.

Hearing his name called out, he snapped back to attention. He was hesitant, but forced himself to follow the skeleton toward the building. The fact that he could not see it remained however at this point he could simply feel its presence. The Darkness that poured out of the building hit him like a brick wall as he drew near, even more so once Death managed to break the doors open.

“Oh, I better live to regret this.” Timon told the skeleton as he followed him inside, looking more alarmed than anything else. This placed screamed trouble so loud it hurt.

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth didn't waste time dithering. He gave Angeal a quick nod; the two had worked different halves of the same mission more than once, this wouldn't be the first time.

The interior of the building wasn't anything special. Mostly white with what looked like symbolic decor, and the main area seemed to be a hallway with doors branching off. Aside from the coloring and decorations, it seemed a fairly normal place. The feeling, however, was anything -but- normal. He couldn't remember feeling such revulsion, anywhere. Not even the monsters he killed so often these days were like this.

[dothevoice.livejournal.com]

Of course they were going in the right direction. Death always knew where he was going. Well... most of the time, anyway. Every now and then a strange idea crossed his skull but generally he knew what he was up to. Besides, Susan could see the building just as well as he could. And if Death expected her to not follow him, then he'd simply have to think again. Someone had to keep an eye on him and it might as well be her.

As for the building itself... she'd certainly seen more interesting building both inside and out. But it wasn't the appearance that was off putting. Rather it was the feeling she got from the place. Whatever people had been getting up to in this place it hadn't been good by any stretch of the imagination, her hair unconsciously rising out of the bun she routinely kept it in, her clothes shifting to something more akin to Death's outfit not long thereafter. This as serious and it would do well to look the part as best she know how.

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

YOU WILL LIVE, Death assured Timon as the meerkat entered the building. WHETHER YOU REGRET IT IS YOUR DECISION. He watched the rest of the group enter, then opted to leave the door open as he headed away from it. If all else failed, it would make for a quick escape.

Making his way down the hall, he noticed Laharl slip off but said nothing. The demon boy could more than handle things on his own.

Door after door either swung open easily or fell to his sword (what time did he have for locks?), and room after room revealed nothing of interests. Laboratory equipment of the sort Death would expect the newer generation of wizards to have and inhumane chill were about all that remained in the room. There were no papers, no notes, no ingredients, and no people. Several rooms did show signs of hasty abandonment, but aside from that there was nothing.

THESE MATTERS ARE NOT MY STRONG POINT, Death gestured to what had to be the sixth room, in a state of disarray but still as empty of clues as the previous five had been, BUT I HAVE YET TO FIND ANYTHING OF INTEREST.

It was then that a cry of rage echoed down the halls.

Death continued on as though it were commonplace, though he'd become quite interested to see what had agitated the demon so. I BELIEVE LAHARL HAS, HOWEVER.

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

One minute they were outside, surrounded by countless apposing nobodies, the next inside the very labs that had once held the Organizations prisoners. Things were moving surprisingly quickly, though Timon was in no position to complain. Anywhere away from the attacking nobodies was good enough for him, even if it was in the heart of Organization XIII’s lair – or at least what he thought was. The building innerved him, but with the notable absents Organization members, the meerkat felt at least a little eased. However, for safe measure, he stuck with the majority of the group. Laharl could run off and play hero all he wanted; he would play the “still in one piece” guy.

Timon had found as little as Death had during their investigation. He searched through drawers, under tables, and every corner of every room they searched. Throughout the process he had made a number of characteristically lame jokes to brighten the mood. Not to entertain his comrades, but help distract him from the horrors that each room revealed. He sensed the struggle that had once taken place in them, but knew better than to concentrate on such a thing. Otherwise he’d be forced to hide under Death’s robe and who knew what even greater horrors laid under there.

Presenting the group with an empty test tube, the meerkat shook his head in disappointment. Even the chemicals that had once taken residence inside the object could not be detected by his nose. The labs were virtually empty. Only the faintest of scents lingered, easily frustrating the rodent.

“I got nothing; they’ve wiped this place clean.” He explained. “I dunno how, but they did. How ‘bout you guys?” Death was first to speak as they approached the sixth room, and little to his surprise had he found anything either. He was just about to ask the others on their findings before suddenly finding himself interrupted by a familiar cry. Startled, Timon dropped the test tube he had been holding and jumped behind Susan in fright.

[dothevoice.livejournal.com]

It didn't surprise Susan in the least to find that the place had been wiped clean. Since whoever'd been here hadn't been present when they'd arrived, either they'd been simply out for a stroll or - as was rapidly becoming more likely - they'd seen them coming and had set up leaving with as much as they could take with them.

Apparently they didn't want people to learn too much from what they'd left behind.

"It seems they've been kind enough to not leave much behind," she answered, the tone in her voice one of annoyance and disgust. No notes, no indication of just what they'd been up to, and certainly nothing that was going to be of any use. Just that strangely unsettling feeling.

Or at least that was the case until a scream split the air. Someone had found something, although what it was she couldn't really say just yet. "Or perhaps they have."