Night 46: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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[from here]Once out of the female block, Momo hesitated, unsure what she wanted to do. She'd left her room without a thought, her body automatically following the same motions she did every night once she'd secured Laevatein back in its hiding place in her room. She was feeling more comfortable with the broadsword, but there was only so much she

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[perfectrecord]

Hmm... At the faint sound of Taura clearing her throat, von Karma lifted his left eyebrow. Was her raspy voice a lingering side effect from her sedation... or was she nervous about this mission? The former was quite understandable, though still unacceptable to him; had Ms. Taura conducted herself properly in front of the nurses, they would have had no need to sedate her in the first place.

As it happened, Taura's reply refuted the latter explanation. It was just as well, for von Karma would ill tolerate cowardice in his traveling companion, especially one who towered over half a foot above him and displayed impressive musculature as she flexed her limbs. That dastardly fool Mr. Scar had been useless at warding off those vile creatures the other night. The memory invoked a searing pain in his right shoulder. He would have had to refrain from grabbing onto it out of habit were it not for the hammer he held in his left hand and the flashlight in his right. Instead, he clenched both of these items while he waited for the ache to subside.

Fighting off a grimace that threatened to shatter his stony facade, von Karma nodded to Ms. Taura. "Then let's go. We have no time to waste." Ensuring that the young woman was following him, he led the way south to the intersection of the main hallway.

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