Spending the day sleeping wouldn't've been his choice--not that the nurses had woken him up to ask him--but Indy had to admit he'd needed it. When he got up to check the bulletin board, he found he could walk at a normal pace with tolerable pain. His chest was still swathed in bandages about an inch thick (he didn't even want to know what it looked
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Collecting his things for the night, Edgar bid Gren a quick farewell, heading into the hallways. As before, that fire in his chest had returned as the doors unlocked; however, it was nowhere near the intensity of the night before, when whatever held their abilities at bay had been dispelled. Still, he had to admit he was curious- he'd been able to cast a spell that night, compelled to do it in light of the fight and the blaze that scorched him to the core. Others had abilities they could use in spite of Landel's interference. Perhaps he could do the same, if he tried.
After a quick pause in the adjacent hallway to make sure he didn't pass Locke- he was going to have to speak to him again, or at least make sure he was still around come morning to satisfy his own concerns- Edgar headed into the next, turning away from the main corridor and instead heading toward the Recreational Field. With as poorly as he handled the fire that welled in his chest, he wasn't sure how well his spells would work; testing them away from the general populace and the building seemed like a fair idea.
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