The Vault, Somewhere, Sunday Morning

[not_a_whiner]

The vault door stood large and broad in the hallway - so large and broad that it was as if the corridor itself had had to grow several sizes to accommodate it. It was a dark red, and its surface was almost completely smooth but for the slots where three keys would fit.

It exuded quiet menace.

[ hold on for the ocd up! ]

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Re: A Change of Weather

[lockestheway]

Peter dashed on for a couple more feet before he realized nobody was following him. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, wide-eyed.

Ah. Yes, that was Natalie.

Re: A Change of Weather

[whenshewasnice]

Definitely Natalie.

"You okay?" she called out. Eyeing Kate with suspicion because she had no idea how long a vampire would be out from something like that.

Re: A Change of Weather

[lockestheway]

"My face hurts," Peter said truthfully, "But I'll live. Thanks."

He glanced down at Kate. "I'm getting the hell out of the line of fire."

Re: A Change of Weather

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes. You should." And that was all the lecture Natalie was going to bother giving him, although she could have had a few choice words to say about how he should have known better. "I'll see you when this blows over."

Because it had to blow over. She didn't think any other Fandomites were fighting to lose, either.

Re: A Change of Weather

[lockestheway]

Hey, it wasn't like he'd run straight into this idiocy like most of the rest of them--

Right, right, not relevant. "Later," Peter agreed, and then ran towards the camps. Full speed.