[Thankfully, Wednesday will dawn reasonably uneventfully; none of the rooms smell heavily of blood, and your executioner "friend" is nowhere to be found in the rooms or corridors, either. Outside of a bit of a personal project that seems to be happening in the foyer – it looks like someone's been stacking chairs in here, all the better to get at the vents on what's presumably the outer wall of the room, but after the Tuesday meeting that's probably not much of a surprise – the University is largely just business as usual as people go about their day.
Sometime mid-morning, however, Judy and Nick can be found huddled with a few items near their makeshift pathway toward the vent – screwdrivers and other small tools from the workshop, along with a bizarrely-designed thing about the size of a softball. Nick goes up first, unscrewing the cover on the vent quickly and easily, his hands deft and dexterous against the small tools used to do so; Judy remains crouched down with the little tank, keeping an eye on it almost warily until Nick's back down on the floor, passing her and moving back a good distance away into the room.
And then she pulls the pin, makes her way up to the vent in a series of quick jumps and bounds, shoves the device inside and slams the button down before leaping down off the chairs and using her momentum to land further back in the room.
At first, there's nothing from the vent; after a brief moment, however, a shout of "Look over here!" can be heard both in the foyer and a few of the adjacent rooms, carrying through the vent in a manner that's surprisingly loud before Sheer Heart Attack does its job.
Namely, it explodes.
That sound is also loud, more than enough to warrant Judy and Nick covering their ears, their eyes closing on reflex until the sound is gone; while the wall of the foyer hasn't come down, it has cracked, a large, jagged break forming down the wall from the vent, stopping almost at ground-level; it's not quite what they had hoped for, but it's enough to provide some hope at all, and after a brief moment and a glance between them that seems almost relieved, they approach the wall to examine the damage.
As it turns out, this is a mistake.
As they move toward it, the damage seems to change all on its own, a burgeoning darkness making itself known behind the split; a large amount of that black, inky silt usually reserved for the pit or those who break rules makes itself known all at once, pouring down the walls and quickly wrapping itself around the legs of both animals, enveloping their paws and swiftly and immediately coursing up the rest of their bodies, the movement far less deliberate and far more agitated than it usually is – there's no attempt at garnering witnesses, there's no slow toying-with of the victims, just swift and angry retribution.
They're small, compared to the rest of the bodies it's consumed; it doesn't take long for it to be over, and perhaps there's some small mercy in the fact that it's so fast – they don't have time to suffer, or even fight all that much, it's done so quickly. They're simply there, and then they're consumed, and then they aren't, though the entity does see fit to leave one reminder of what happened here for those who aren't drawn in right away by the shout and the explosion – after the silt withdraws, the friendship bracelets that Orihime made for them can be found lying on the floor near the spot where they were standing.
Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde are dead.
The Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system before long.]
You really should have left well enough alone; perhaps now you'll learn.
[And just to make a point, at some point later today there will be a new rule added to the list on the wall; there's no fanfare announcing it, it's just...there.
However, the crack in the wall won't repair itself today, and it seems that it won't repair itself tomorrow, either; maybe it's going to be there for the duration, it's difficult to say. Just the same, approaching it probably won't be something that most people will do in a hurry; the dark entity is still there as well, flowing down in a constant stream from the broken wall onto the floor, where it seems to dissipate and start the whole process again.
It won't attack you if you don't attack it. It's entirely safe to be in that room and be around it, if a bit unnerving. (Perhaps quite unnerving.) But it probably isn't a good idea to upset it, let's put it that way.]
Retaliation.
Sometime mid-morning, however, Judy and Nick can be found huddled with a few items near their makeshift pathway toward the vent – screwdrivers and other small tools from the workshop, along with a bizarrely-designed thing about the size of a softball. Nick goes up first, unscrewing the cover on the vent quickly and easily, his hands deft and dexterous against the small tools used to do so; Judy remains crouched down with the little tank, keeping an eye on it almost warily until Nick's back down on the floor, passing her and moving back a good distance away into the room.
And then she pulls the pin, makes her way up to the vent in a series of quick jumps and bounds, shoves the device inside and slams the button down before leaping down off the chairs and using her momentum to land further back in the room.
At first, there's nothing from the vent; after a brief moment, however, a shout of "Look over here!" can be heard both in the foyer and a few of the adjacent rooms, carrying through the vent in a manner that's surprisingly loud before Sheer Heart Attack does its job.
Namely, it explodes.
That sound is also loud, more than enough to warrant Judy and Nick covering their ears, their eyes closing on reflex until the sound is gone; while the wall of the foyer hasn't come down, it has cracked, a large, jagged break forming down the wall from the vent, stopping almost at ground-level; it's not quite what they had hoped for, but it's enough to provide some hope at all, and after a brief moment and a glance between them that seems almost relieved, they approach the wall to examine the damage.
As it turns out, this is a mistake.
As they move toward it, the damage seems to change all on its own, a burgeoning darkness making itself known behind the split; a large amount of that black, inky silt usually reserved for the pit or those who break rules makes itself known all at once, pouring down the walls and quickly wrapping itself around the legs of both animals, enveloping their paws and swiftly and immediately coursing up the rest of their bodies, the movement far less deliberate and far more agitated than it usually is – there's no attempt at garnering witnesses, there's no slow toying-with of the victims, just swift and angry retribution.
They're small, compared to the rest of the bodies it's consumed; it doesn't take long for it to be over, and perhaps there's some small mercy in the fact that it's so fast – they don't have time to suffer, or even fight all that much, it's done so quickly. They're simply there, and then they're consumed, and then they aren't, though the entity does see fit to leave one reminder of what happened here for those who aren't drawn in right away by the shout and the explosion – after the silt withdraws, the friendship bracelets that Orihime made for them can be found lying on the floor near the spot where they were standing.
Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde are dead.
The Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system before long.]
You really should have left well enough alone; perhaps now you'll learn.
[And just to make a point, at some point later today there will be a new rule added to the list on the wall; there's no fanfare announcing it, it's just...there.
However, the crack in the wall won't repair itself today, and it seems that it won't repair itself tomorrow, either; maybe it's going to be there for the duration, it's difficult to say. Just the same, approaching it probably won't be something that most people will do in a hurry; the dark entity is still there as well, flowing down in a constant stream from the broken wall onto the floor, where it seems to dissipate and start the whole process again.
It won't attack you if you don't attack it. It's entirely safe to be in that room and be around it, if a bit unnerving. (Perhaps quite unnerving.) But it probably isn't a good idea to upset it, let's put it that way.]