Night 68: M1-M10 Hallway

[armoredsoul]

[In M1]

The second intercom message had startled Alphonse, and the chilling change to the doctor's voice threw him off more (though if he were honest he had expected something of the sort). He didn't waste much time, grabbing the 'magic torch' Link had told him about and searching around the rest of his side of the room.

A keyring in the desk and what he could only assume were batteries for the flashlight were the only really useful things he found. Still, it was better than nothing, and after he switched the slippers for shoes he slipped out of his room. Setting down the hallway at a trot, he turned down toward the entrance to the block.

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[trollverine]

Taking inventory of the room had proved useful: once Daken got into the hall, the flashlight became a necessity. He swept the light up and down the corridor - empty, for the moment, and he had something to do before he went any farther.

He pointed the beam at his hand and popped one of his claws, smiling when it worked. He pulled it back in, still shining the flashlight on the red line it had left behind. The skin sealed itself.

Excellent.

He turned and headed down the hall.

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