Night 52: M11-M20 Hallway

Oct 13, 2010 20:37

The mines tonight. Indy dressed quickly in his usual clothes and picked up his flashlight, machete and whip. He added his journal and a pen to one jacket pocket, so he could map the area as they went. Thinking of the minotaur from the other night, he was half-tempted to bring a ball of string, but of course he didn't have one. The journal would ( Read more... )

trickster, klavier, kenshin, yue, germany, locke, edgar, xemnas, haseo, indiana jones

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notstealing October 18 2010, 01:34:33 UTC
He listened quietly, eyes closed at the sound of the whimpering woman (and he wished he could do something about the things that went on here, wished he was as resourceful and knowledgeable back home), allowing Edgar to finish. "Great," he said, pushing himself off the wall. Pausing momentarily, he watched Edgar's movements as he moved (and he'd never admit it, but even with his injuries there was a fluidity that he could never pin on anyone else other than the King), Locke once again opened the door, taking note of the flickering lights.

"-as long as we keep together, that's fine." Because as Locke was loathe to admit, even with a weapon he wasn't so sure about taking some of the monsters in this place. It wasn't safe, and it went against productivity-funny, how his situation had flipped around so easily. "And... we can save the important parts for tomorrow." If there was one, anyway, but it was his way of saying that they'd somehow make it tonight.

Somehow? No. They probably would make it through the night. He had enough faith in their teamwork, and granted it had been a while since they had gone without magic by their side. A little inconvenient, but before Terra and even Celes, they had managed somehow, right?

"Which room is it?"

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girlsandgadgets October 18 2010, 19:10:36 UTC
"F18. Shouldn't be too far," Edgar said as he put the last of his tools into the closet. He tucked his radio into his pocket, the flashlight and his journal going into the sling. At least it was good for something. "Let's hope Landel's threat is empty and that we make it there in one piece. I'd hate for our healer to have even more work on her plate."

With one more look to make sure everything was hidden, he entered the hallway.

[To here.]

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