Omi looks around.
“Yes where are we…”
As the two of them exit the room, they hear 2 more gunshots from further down the hallway.
They then see someone (@Ami) carrying someone with tattered jeans on their shoulder shortly afterwards.
They were back where they were, in the hallway. And they hear 2 gunshots coming from door number 1…
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As Yulan looks out of the room, Daigo finds out that there were no visible traces of said boy that he was tracking. No blood, no nothing.
And as Yulan looks out, he comes face to face with a petite purple haired lady. (@TrustworthyLiberal)
“WHOA!” Yulan freaks out for a moment before regaining his bearings…
So Kumo decides to walk up the staircase. Sneaky sneaky, try to be sneaky… and open sesame! It’s sad, but she’s greeted with a tall man’s chest, and upon looking up, being able to see the man’s striking brown hair and frightened face…
And the man hollers in shock, jumping backwards and pointing a finger gun at Kumo.
…
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Daigo tenses as he sees the woman step out of the dark stairway. His hand instinctively motions near where he keeps his revolver but he doesn’t draw it. He holds his opposite hand out in front of Yulan to prevent him from doing anything hasty, as his old friend was known to do. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” he says loudly, but calmly.
“Okay. Absolutely not. I refuse to walk into a room where I hear gunshots from. Have you ever learned about what a gun is like…ever?
They are weapons, that’s what they are. If you can agree with me on this, you can agree-“
Hes going off, for some reason.
Omi proceeds to open door numba 1
“My momma used to tell me, whenever there’s gun, there is fun!”
He says expecting to find a shotgun or AK behind the door
Taisto gives a start, blood pounding in his ears as another round of gunshots sounds.
Before he can react properly, someone on the opposite end of the hallway appears, a body slung over their shoulder.
Unsure of how to handle the situation, but fairly sure they’ve been noticed, Taisto braces himself in case they need to run. “Have we been spotted?” he whispers to Arthur-Oliver, his eyes tracking the movements of the unknown figure.
The figure slowly looks around and spots the two people. “Shit.” They lay the person down and begin staring at the two unknowns, slowly reaching into their coat for something.
Watching the stranger warily as they set down the body, Taisto slips a hand into his pocket in preparation to brandish the kitchen knife if he needs to. He has no idea if Arthur-Oliver has a means of self-defense, but the other man’s words echo in his head:
“Say we do find the shooter. If that happens, just stay out of their way. Don’t give them an opportunity to shoot you.”
Taisto stands his ground, his eyes locked on the other. He can’t afford to avert his gaze, although he’s curious about the body that’s now on the floor. But as the unfamiliar person reaches into their coat, he has second thoughts, and takes his hand out of his pocket. “What are you doing?” he asks, both his hands now clearly visible and not holding anything. He recognizes when it’s a bad idea to further provoke a hostile confrontation, and his blood races as he waits to gauge the response.
“What are you doing?”
Ain’t that rich, What are you doing? Funny, they didn’t even know, they fulfilled the objective to the letter, yet they’re still here given the chance to escape. Given the fact a confrontation is now unavoidable they sigh and keep staring down the newcomers
“Following orders.” The voice isn’t exactly male or female, it could belong to either “Now what are you doing in this deathtrap?” Their hand remaining in their coat, clearly remaining on edge.
“Anything but dying,” Taisto answers. His tone is still guarded and full of suspicion when he speaks. He lets his thoughts wander back to the room they’d just left, filled with the corpses that were the work of an unidentified assailant who, for all he knew, could be standing right before them. The body currently lying at the stranger’s feet is doing nothing to ease his fears.
“I recommend leaving as soon as you get a chance, and go about the rest of your hopefully long life in peace, forgetting this place ever existed” They pick up the clearly breathing person and sling them over their shoulder and takes their hand out of their coat, holding nothing in it.
“I can’t as I’m rather stuck in here and can’t find a way out, plus still have orders to follow.”
As she looks up at the two of them Kumos gives a blank stare for a moment before shaking back to reality. Looking back up at Daigo as she takes a step forward.
“My name… am Kumo but do you two know what’s going on here? I heard some shouting from here.”
Yulan trains the gun away and holsters his beloved pistol. He then sits down on the ground, shaking his head slowly.
“Man, this ain’t no place for a lady. Shit, this ain’t work of black magic, she’s actually a person and not some… thing, whatever that was.”
He sighs as he takes out his cigarette and lights it up.
Daigo lets out a sigh. Whether it was of relief or disappointment, you can’t say. He takes another drag off of his cigarette and exhales a cloud of dark smoke. “I’m Daigo. And this fool is Yulan. We didn’t mean to cause any trouble, we’ll be on our way. First, tell me… you didn’t see anything unusual on your way up here did you?”
Taisto clears his throat. “Uh, if you don’t mind us asking… how long have you been here?”
The thought of no discernible exit is incredibly concerning, especially since he’s sure he came in through a door that isn’t too far off. “We just got here not too long ago.”
He glances at Arthur-Oliver, wondering his take on the situation.
“A few hours, a few days, a few weeks, a few months.” They slightly shrug “What does it matter to me. I stay until it’s complete.”
“If you came in recently, i recommend going out the way you came. This ain’t a friendly place.”
“…Yeah, we kinda noticed already,” Taisto replies with a derisive snort. He slaps a hand on Arthur-Oliver’s shoulder. “I don’t know about my friend here, but I also have something to do before I leave.”
Taisto attempts to gauge whether the stranger is someone he could have heard on the phone call, but the voice doesn’t strike him as even remotely familiar. There must be others in this hotel, and perhaps this is his best lead - but he doesn’t want to trust them just yet. He decides it would be best if he stay vague about the situation. On the other hand, it seems fair to imply they might happen across each other again later, in case it prevents a future bullet to the brain.
“Hrm? Did it have something to with the gun shots ringing out?” They cock their head to the side, as if they’re curious about what they noticed “I assume you found the source of those sounds by the way you just spoke”
Once more, Taisto nudges Arthur-Oliver, but his companion is silent as a statue. Sighing, Taisto folds his arms across his chest. “Maybe, maybe not,” he responds. “I’m just… looking for someone. Once I find them, we’ll leave.”