Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

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Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/

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[girlsandgadgets]

Despite the noises trailing to his ears in every direction- the squalls of creatures, the clattering of weapons on the floor, the faint hums of someone singing down the corridor- Edgar picked out Terra's voice easily, her call instantly recognizable. He was sure he looked dreadful (and really ought not to be thinking about that at the moment, but it was a force of habit), but the important part was that he'd managed to reach her before she got too far, especially since she had wandered from her room, as expected.

And really, given all that was occurring around them, he couldn't blame her.

"Terra," he addressed as he reached her, taking a deep breath to quell the fire in him. He tried to seem more collected than he truly was. "So much for a casual evening of getting reacquainted. Are you all right?"

That was the most pressing question on his mind. He wasn't sure what could be done if she lost control of her abilities right there in the building... if there was anything he could do at all. With the poor luck of the patients, it was likely the only ones who could help her out of that state would be the doctors. It was a miserable fate either way.

[ultimagi]

"I'm fine," was an easy answer, unharmed as she was. The familiar ache of headaches were absent, leaving the girl remarkably clear-headed and attentive, and between cure and sleep the physical wear-down of the night prior was mostly erased. Her leg was still sore and bruised beneath her clothing, but the throb of pain was negligible.

Without that pain drawing her attention inward, it was easier to see that Edgar was not faring as well as he had that morning. "What about you?" she asked, her pale eyebrows scrunching beneath what loose hair escaped the beret. "You seem......"

Her voice trailed off, uncertain how to describe the change.

[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar's brow knitted in mild frustration. "'Ill' is appropriate enough," he said, finishing her statement. He was painfully aware of his condition, which only added to his irritation. It was a sore reminder of the depths to which the staff would sink, of the experiments they performed on their patients for reasons ultimately unknown. They wanted to see if he could survive it, yes... but to what end?

He squeezed the bridge of his nose, pushing that frustration from him. "I appreciate your concern, though," he said as he took a casual smile. "Given the chaos surrounding us, I'd almost be inclined to say this isn't the best night for this... though hiding will do us no good, and I fear we'll be wasting an opportunity we may not have any other time."

And his pride wouldn't let his sickness keep him down, not when there was the possibility of escape on the table. If the patients truly did have their abilities back, surely someone would find a way out. His eyes trailed to the pink glow of the walls again- just what was it, and how far did it extend?

[ultimagi]

She frowned a little at his explanation, as though unconvinced -- or, more truthfully, that he mistook what she meant. It wasn't his pallor or the sweat on his brow that captured her attention, nor was it what held it now. Once again, she realized, he was dodging what she meant... if he even knew what she meant in the first place.

The girl wanted the real truth, but she restrained herself from pushing more. For how many bodies already decorated the hallway, pools of blood and gristle spreading across the floor, it seemed obvious that eventually there would be another wave of fighting. Between Edgar looking ill, and how quickly using magic had exhausted her the night before, it was better not to take chances somewhere so clearly dangerous.

"We should get moving," she murmured, turning her head. There were a few different paths from here, only a few of which she'd traversed. There were two halls going back, leading to the halls to the various bedrooms and a outdoor field beyond that; the two stairwells leading up, that she'd taken the night before; and the long final hall, that led to the Sun Room, further down, the Medical Wing.

With only a moment more to consider, the girl stepped away from Edgar and began walking.

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