Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

[from here]

Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/

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[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]Edgar slammed a rat into the wall with the blade of his shovel, cleaving it in a single blow. He had briefly considered upon seeing the number of monsters running around- far more than he'd ever seen in the institute at once, and increasing in quantity by the minute- that he should return to his room to arm himself better, perhaps with his Spinning Cutter; however, carrying such a tool would slow him down, and time truly was of the essence

[ultimagi]

[from here]

The stench of blood was far stronger here, but there was more than that at play here. The girl nearly recoiled backwards as she entered the hall, disoriented. There were too many sensations to feel, a tangled mess of scent, power and sensation. There had been moments before, blips of recognition, like a long-faded perfume, but nothing like this.

What was going on?

She pinched her lips together between her teeth, swinging her flashlight to the people gathered here. She knew she hadn't passed anyone on the way, but it would be much easier to miss someone she was searching for in a crowded hall-- there.

"Edgar!" she called, moving to intercept him before he continued on.

[girlsandgadgets]

Despite the noises trailing to his ears in every direction- the squalls of creatures, the clattering of weapons on the floor, the faint hums of someone singing down the corridor- Edgar picked out Terra's voice easily, her call instantly recognizable. He was sure he looked dreadful (and really ought not to be thinking about that at the moment, but it was a force of habit), but the important part was that he'd managed to reach her before she got too far, especially since she had wandered from her room, as expected

[ultimagi]

"I'm fine," was an easy answer, unharmed as she was. The familiar ache of headaches were absent, leaving the girl remarkably clear-headed and attentive, and between cure and sleep the physical wear-down of the night prior was mostly erased. Her leg was still sore and bruised beneath her clothing, but the throb of pain was negligible.

Without that pain drawing her attention inward, it was easier to see that Edgar was not faring as well as he had that morning. "What about you?" she asked, her pale eyebrows scrunching beneath what loose hair escaped the beret. "You seem......"

Her voice trailed off, uncertain how to describe the change.

[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar's brow knitted in mild frustration. "'Ill' is appropriate enough," he said, finishing her statement. He was painfully aware of his condition, which only added to his irritation. It was a sore reminder of the depths to which the staff would sink, of the experiments they performed on their patients for reasons ultimately unknown. They wanted to see if he could survive it, yes... but to what end

[ultimagi]

She frowned a little at his explanation, as though unconvinced -- or, more truthfully, that he mistook what she meant. It wasn't his pallor or the sweat on his brow that captured her attention, nor was it what held it now. Once again, she realized, he was dodging what she meant... if he even knew what she meant in the first place