Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center

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[from here]It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling

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[petalwitch]

Aerith couldn't look away. The girl... There had been a hole in her torso with shadows pouring out and a sword in her hand. Moments ago she'd hung impaled by countless blades. The flower girl had seen monsters, all kinds of twisted-looking creatures in her adventures, but this seemed more disturbing somehow. Something was deeply, deeply wrong. Gathering all her courage, Aerith's fingers tightened around her "weapon" as she readied herself to do something, anything to help.

That was when she felt Zack reach out and take her wrist. She looked back at him. It was easy to tell his instincts were the same. He didn't want to sit back and watch other people fight off one of the creatures this place had thrown against them, but here they were. No materia, no real weapons to speak of. Aerith wasn't even sure some of her abilities would even work here.

She listened then for a whisper. For a shriek. Even a jumbled mess of voices overwhelming her with the urges she'd grown to trust over the years. Nothing came. Gaia was still silent. Possibly because the ground they stood on wasn't even the Planet she'd known all her life at all. Aerith squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.

"This way," she replied as she took a turn and looked for any door that looked like it might open easily.

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