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here]Just like last night, Vino turned the bend to find that he was first in the main hallway again. He couldn't decide if he preferred it or not. Patience wasn't his favorite virtue, but he supposed he'd have to wait. The two meeting places he would have to be at were right next to each other, right? So that was fine. If he had to wait a
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Of course, it was different for her: she was a natural magic caster, someone born with the blood of an Esper. Any spells he may have had were forced into his veins by the institute, the infusion forcing his body and mind to adjust and accept it. He loathed being pushed into such a position, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
Of course, the difference between them was what raised his concerns. He had seen her lose control before, but the circumstances had been different. There were no Espers in sight to cause the shift in her, and her powers hadn't been curbed in their world by some external force, as they apparently had been at Landel's. The more he thought about it, the more he realized she was probably the one with stability on her side.
That made him the dangerous element for the evening. He grimaced in the dark in irritation, the look disappearing as soon as he caught Terra's eye. He attempted to mask it by eyeing the corpses littering the floor.
He brought his eyes to meet hers after a moment's inspection. "I wouldn't be surprised if the entire building is like this by now."
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"Does this..." she started to say, her voice barely loud enough to carry, "...happen often?" Edgar claimed to have been here 'a while,' though how long that was she didn't know, and wouldn't be able to scale even if she did. What did weeks, months or seasons mean to someone still adjusting to the passing of hours and days? It was the active analysis of such things that was difficult for her, as she was then; action alone, and that which could be done without thought, were what came easy. A sword possessed no memory, but it could not forget how to slice through flesh.
Letting what answer he may have follow her, she moved cautiously to the nearest of the closed doors. She couldn't see a lock...
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He trailed off for a moment, still wondering what said magic could be. Perhaps to contain them within the building? Escape would certainly be an issue if the patients had their abilities back, though trapping them in the building with the nightmarish creatures that roamed the hallways- and seemed to be drawn out in droves this night, at that- did not bode well for those without the skills necessary to protect themselves from either the Institute's horrors or the staff... or worse, those patients who'd rather cause destruction simply because they could with little regard for the safety of others.
"I suspect those of us with abilities have had them returned," he continued as he reached the doorway. "That would account for the number of monster corpses lining the halls, though what caused them to-"
His voice cut off as the beam of light hit something suspicious: long, spindly legs that skittered from the light as soon as they were revealed. They were not alone. Edgar brought his improvised weapon into striking position, adrenaline pushing through him. "Above us!"
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There was really only course the girl could take, and she wasted little time in deciding -- stepping back, drawing from the deep pool of magic within her.
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Edgar kept his eyes off Terra as his light landed on the very end of a leg in the middle of a far wall- the monster didn't stir. Heaving his shovel through the air, he struck at the darkness ahead with the edge of the blade. The hissing that came from the spot he'd attacked told him he'd hit his mark.
Unfortunately, what he hadn't seen was the webbing the spider had set in that spot- it ensnared his shovel, and finding he couldn't remove it with a quick pull, Edgar was forced to abandon it for the time being. His light illuminated the creature briefly: the spider that appeared was the size of a man, its pincers clacking menacingly as it pulled its wounded leg to it. Perhaps guessing it'd be as monstrous as the rats was an understatement.
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Flame gave light to the hall better than either sirens or flashlights could, but the illumination lasted only as long as the flames. It was enough to show its full size; her breath caught in her throat.
How did something that large move through the hallways so quietly? The girl shook her head, exhaling sharply; it wasn't dead yet, and she still had more than power enough to try again.
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The fire died quickly, accompanied by the metallic clang of his shovel falling from the smoldering web. Edgar scooped it from the floor and thrust it into the darkness in one swift movement; the blade pushed against the abdomen of the creature, shoving it backward as it cut into its frail belly.
Knowing he was nearing the webbing he'd seen crossing a part of the corridor, Edgar stepped back, waiting for the spider to come to them. Terra's magic- a familiar sight from home, but one jarring in relation to his period of captivity, as magic seemed so uncommon in the institute- stirred something within him, his chest burning again. He swallowed that feeling down, focusing on the fight ahead of them.
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It smouldered and bled, but the creature still had its eyes, its limbs, and its hunger. Though it moved more quickly than a human could run, the tight quarters of the hall made this a pale advantage. What it did have was its keen eyesight, and its sticky traps: when it charged, it was instinct that had the girl twisting out of its path-- and predictably into its web.
Her "eek!" was entirely undignified, startling in pitch even to her own ears. The web clung to her back, her upper arms, was cold and sticky and yanked at the hair at the base of her neck. At least she could twist her hands to aim--she gave a breath of relief for that small mercy, resuming the cast. Just a few seconds longer, if the beast didn't rip out her throat, and then--!
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The spider they'd injured had passed them, but turned quickly as it realized it had an easy target. Its hulking mass scooted just out of the range of the light as it prepared for a second charge. He heard the clacking of the legs crawl onto the walls before them- or was that behind them? He couldn't risk turning to look, not when their obvious threat was waiting to attack. He took another blind strike at the darkness, hearing the sounds of movement as the monstrosity distanced itself again.
Two steps backward- Edgar was sure he'd heard something behind him that time, somewhere farther down the passage. He put his back to the wall, standing near Terra, watching both directions as tension mounted him. That bubbling in his chest stirred again; stronger now, it burned through him, fueled by the fight. He adjusted his weapon in his hands, the necessary words coming to him uncalled.
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Once more flame burst to life in the dim hallway, erupting below the creature like landmines, burning its legs, its abdomen, its cephalothorax; the chain raced up the creature until the bright orange fire caught the spider's mandible and eyes, burning through its sensitive hairs and muscles. Already wounded from Edgars's numerous blows, it had little chance to scurry free of this new attack. It fell; though not yet dead, the damage to its legs and muscles proved too much for it to carry its own massive weight. The spider tested the strength of its numerous limbs, trying to pull itself back up, but it was no use.
Still stuck in the web, the girl exhaled a shaky breath, pulling once more at her trapped arms. With incredible speed, this was going from frightening and gross to simply irritating.
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Edgar turned, listening, his hand balling into a fist. In the beam of his flashlight, for only a second, appeared another slender leg; it was silhouetted as it crossed the light, disappearing into the darkness as soon as it made its presence known. Edgar cursed under his breath- two of them? One of the monstrous creatures had been bad enough, and a shock to find in the main corridor, which was usually devoid of trouble. Given the chaos they had already passed, he decided he shouldn't have been so alarmed. There was still the lingering question of what was causing the creatures to show up in such numbers, and what was happening with the institute at large in regard to the announcements.
There was a pause as Edgar watched the beam of the flashlight on the floor, looking for any movement in the area around it- as before, the creature had seemingly disappeared. It was biding its time. Without moving his eyes, he took a step toward Terra- his movement was met with reaction, the spider charging at them as its brethren had only moments before. He stood his ground as the creature approached, the click clicking of spindly legs on the hard floor growing louder and more furious.
He reacted unthinkingly as it neared him: his hand shot before him with his cry, calling the spell by name as a wave of flame erupted only a short distance from his feet, its crest touching the ceiling as it rose ever higher. The spider backed away, but wasn't quick enough as the flame sliced downward, burning him through to his core. As the webs around them caught fire, the hallway was illuminated, the creature's retreat visible.
Edgar watched as it skittered away, silently thankful as he put a hand on his chest and attempted to recompose himself. That fire that welled itself in his veins had been stoked again; he felt if he didn't let it out that his heart might burst. After a few swallowed breaths and a quick look toward the downed spider, he turned to his companion, tearing at the webs that bound her with the blade of his shovel, trying to free her as quickly as possible.
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As Edgar cleaved through what remained of the burned, disintegrating webbing, the girl had stilled in her struggling against the binding, her mind racing. He and Locke both knew about her magic, and told similar stories as to how her power had been used in their world. Her body sagged momentarily when Edgar finally cut her free, but aside from a staggered moment of lost balance, the girl paid it no mind. Her arms sank to her sides, but her eyes were wide, searching Edgar's face in the returning dark.
If he was the same as her, why hadn't he said anything? Why did he keep insisting she needed to discover in time what reverberated so strongly within her, if the answer were so simple as this? What did he gain from leaving her to flounder with confusion over a little spark of fire?
How much weren't they telling her?
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Shaking some of the blood from his sleeves, Edgar turned to wait for its brethren to come back. His eyes landed on Terra, who was neither trying to remove the webs still entangled in her hair, nor preparing to attack the creature upon its return; she was simply standing there, striking him with a look he couldn't quite decipher. He listened, trying to ignore her eyes on him. His breath was still heavier than he would have liked and made his efforts mostly for naught; sweat trailed from his temple from the heat burning within him.
Nothing came at them from the darkness. Edgar gave Terra another glance, her eyes still boring into him. She didn't look like she was hurt, so what was it? It briefly crossed his mind that his magic may have triggered something within her, but he was unsure of how to approach it.
To other things, then. He swallowed harshly, finding his voice. "While I'd like to be optimistic and think it's gone, we should go see for ourselves. It'd be unfortunate if it came across another patient in its irritated state, especially if they weren't as capable of defending themselves as we are."
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Though, if Edgar were the same as her, wouldn't he be equal in their sights as well? She didn't know, and couldn't. Everything was still so confusing and uncertain...
She pulled at the webbing stuck to her clothing, peeling at her neck and tugging out weak strands of hair. "... Then let's go," said the girl, the tilt of her head and the roll of her slight shoulders indicating the beast's retreated path.
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It seemed for the moment they were safe, relatively speaking; however, Edgar wasn't ready to drop his guard yet. They'd seen numerous corpses on the way, but nothing that size- to find two large spiders setting webbing traps for them was unnerving. Had they simply been unfortunate? Or were the more sizable creatures drawn to those who were capable of protecting themselves?
He pushed another breath through him- that was idealistic thinking, he reasoned. It was likely they were at the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was a minor blessing it had been them who stumbled upon the creatures rather than someone else.
Following Terra for a few steps, Edgar finally broke the silence again: "What was that look for? The one you gave me just a moment ago?"
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