[Coming in from here on the other side of the locked/rusted door]
There was someone on the other side of the door. Or something. Whatever - or whoever - it was, they were banging on the door but now were silent.
Qui-Gon stopped at the door, resting a hand on it. It was probably a patient. However, it would be senseless to just go barging in without trying to make sure it wasn't another one of the the Earthian creatures or the staff. It could easily be a trap. He glanced around him, listening for any signs of an ambush before he turned back to the door and stretched his senses out again once more. Sifting through the pain he'd encountered earlier, he did his best to narrow it down to the being's presence on the other side of the locked door. It was definitely familiar.
It wasn't Obi-Wan though. If it had been, he would've known immediately. While they were no longer master and student, their bond was still strong; Qui-Gon could sense when Obi-Wan was in a room, much less a few feet away, and the being on the other side of the door definitely wasn't his former Padawan. It took another careful touch to verify who it was. Not Obi-Wan, but someone he knew, someone who also had a unique presence in the Force.
Sanzo?
Qui-Gon turned his attention to the lock, laying his hand over it. Probing with the Force, feeling the strain of using it for an extended amount of time, the Jedi Master explored the locking mechanism. It was rather crude. Rusted, as well. Feeling every speck of rust, every imperfection in the metal, Qui-Gon focused the Force, working at the lock for a few long seconds before it eventually gave a grating click that seemed to echo in the dark hall.
The echos from his fist hitting the door hadn't even quite faded yet, when there was an answering noise. There was a heavy click, as something within the door shifting.
Sanzo paused. That hadn't been from the single blow he'd dealt to the door, which meant that there was someone outside. There wasn't any telling if it was an enemy or not.
Still. He'd rather deal with another patient than to continue wasting his time in the darkness.
The priest pulled the door open, and half-covered his eyes with a hand against the flashlight that was pointed at the ground. He'd been in darkness for the entire day and up till now, and it was blinding.
Despite this, he could recognize the features he could make out, as his eyes adjusted.
"Sanzo," Qui-Gon said. He'd been right. Glancing over the man, he couldn't see any signs of fresh injuries, although his outfit was rumpled. "Are you alright? What were you doing locked in there?"
He glanced around as he spoke. The Force didn't pick up any immediate threats, although with the way things were right now, Qui-Gon didn't think they would have much warning until something was almost on top of them. Still, he was concerned about Sanzo. Somehow he'd been trapped here. How was the question: the staff during the day dealing with an "unruly" patient, or a mishap during the night. He could very well be the bait for a rescue party for all Qui-Gon knew.
Perhaps it would be best if they kept on the move. Qui-Gon motioned for Sanzo to walk with him, keeping the Earthian glowrod shielded once he noticed that the other patient was wincing at the light.
"I'm fine." Pissed, annoyed, uncomfortable that he couldn't get Homura's bullshit out of his mind, but other than that, he was physically fine.
Sanzo followed the light, more than the motion that he could barely see at this point.
"As for why I was up here, my ass was in solitary," Sanzo continued. He wasn't about to say why, because that would lead to something he definitely didn't want anyone else knowing about. "I could ask what you were doing up here."
He didn't think it was for any rescue mission, and the fact that he'd been around to hear that bang against the door just seemed like a coincidence.
Ah, so it seemed that Sanzo had been in here since day shift, and only now had escaped. Qui-Gon didn't immediately ask the exact details. That was for another time when they weren't in such dangerous territory.
"I was trying to learn more about our surroundings," Qui-Gon said truthfully. "Seeing as I haven't been upstairs much before. I heard you and I came over to find out what that banging sound was."
He was sorry to say he hadn't been a rescue party. It'd probably be a good deal more comforting to here, but between the truth and comfort, Qui-Gon had a feeling that Sanzo would rather have the former. He didn't strike Qui-Gon as the kind of man who would take much stock in being coddled, but as a man who would rather have the truth, however blunt it might be. To assume anything else would be underestimating Sanzo.
There was someone on the other side of the door. Or something. Whatever - or whoever - it was, they were banging on the door but now were silent.
Qui-Gon stopped at the door, resting a hand on it. It was probably a patient. However, it would be senseless to just go barging in without trying to make sure it wasn't another one of the the Earthian creatures or the staff. It could easily be a trap. He glanced around him, listening for any signs of an ambush before he turned back to the door and stretched his senses out again once more. Sifting through the pain he'd encountered earlier, he did his best to narrow it down to the being's presence on the other side of the locked door. It was definitely familiar.
It wasn't Obi-Wan though. If it had been, he would've known immediately. While they were no longer master and student, their bond was still strong; Qui-Gon could sense when Obi-Wan was in a room, much less a few feet away, and the being on the other side of the door definitely wasn't his former Padawan. It took another careful touch to verify who it was. Not Obi-Wan, but someone he knew, someone who also had a unique presence in the Force.
Sanzo?
Qui-Gon turned his attention to the lock, laying his hand over it. Probing with the Force, feeling the strain of using it for an extended amount of time, the Jedi Master explored the locking mechanism. It was rather crude. Rusted, as well. Feeling every speck of rust, every imperfection in the metal, Qui-Gon focused the Force, working at the lock for a few long seconds before it eventually gave a grating click that seemed to echo in the dark hall.
The door unlocked...
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Sanzo paused. That hadn't been from the single blow he'd dealt to the door, which meant that there was someone outside. There wasn't any telling if it was an enemy or not.
Still. He'd rather deal with another patient than to continue wasting his time in the darkness.
The priest pulled the door open, and half-covered his eyes with a hand against the flashlight that was pointed at the ground. He'd been in darkness for the entire day and up till now, and it was blinding.
Despite this, he could recognize the features he could make out, as his eyes adjusted.
"Qui-gon?"
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He glanced around as he spoke. The Force didn't pick up any immediate threats, although with the way things were right now, Qui-Gon didn't think they would have much warning until something was almost on top of them. Still, he was concerned about Sanzo. Somehow he'd been trapped here. How was the question: the staff during the day dealing with an "unruly" patient, or a mishap during the night. He could very well be the bait for a rescue party for all Qui-Gon knew.
Perhaps it would be best if they kept on the move. Qui-Gon motioned for Sanzo to walk with him, keeping the Earthian glowrod shielded once he noticed that the other patient was wincing at the light.
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Sanzo followed the light, more than the motion that he could barely see at this point.
"As for why I was up here, my ass was in solitary," Sanzo continued. He wasn't about to say why, because that would lead to something he definitely didn't want anyone else knowing about. "I could ask what you were doing up here."
He didn't think it was for any rescue mission, and the fact that he'd been around to hear that bang against the door just seemed like a coincidence.
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"I was trying to learn more about our surroundings," Qui-Gon said truthfully. "Seeing as I haven't been upstairs much before. I heard you and I came over to find out what that banging sound was."
He was sorry to say he hadn't been a rescue party. It'd probably be a good deal more comforting to here, but between the truth and comfort, Qui-Gon had a feeling that Sanzo would rather have the former. He didn't strike Qui-Gon as the kind of man who would take much stock in being coddled, but as a man who would rather have the truth, however blunt it might be. To assume anything else would be underestimating Sanzo.
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