Night 69: M1-M10 Hallway

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar was still sitting at his desk, listening to the wind howl outside when the intercom came on once again for the night. He scowled, listening while going about the nightly routine he had missed the previous night. His robe, sash, and pathetic weapons, followed by the photograph, slipped quickly and discretely into his robe. That was when he heard the Head Bastard mention the third floor.

His attention snapped directly up to the intercom and he stopped in his tracks. He needed to get there. That was where everything was, where they must have been keeping the secrets of this damned place. Landel's sinister warnings were completely ignored. If it was a possible route, he was finding it and taking it.

Perhaps one of his allies would know something. First, he would check in with Alphonse since he was so close. But it would be more likely for Lust to know of this sort of thing. God knew they had hardly discussed anything productive, earlier.

Scar pushed out into the hallway with his flashlight in hand, leaning lightly against the wall to wait for the younger Elric.

[Alphonse]

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[knightspirit]

Dinner ended up quiet as usual, which suited Kyousuke just fine. He could hardly blame anyone for choosing to rest instead of waiting for night to settle in, and it gave him time to sort his thoughts that he wouldn't have anywhere else. Once the door unlocked, however, he immediately regained focus, pushing anything unnecessary from his mind. There was a time to think and a time to act, and now that he could move freely, that meant getting things done, even if he didn't have any specific aim at the moment.

It sounded like the monster sickness was all but over now, but in spite of that, he still decided to take along the tiny yellow flower he'd picked. There was a twinge as grabbed it, realizing that having this was too little too late. With all the scars he'd accumulated, he hadn't actually managed to help anyone. But there was no time to let himself be weighed down by survivor's guilt. This just meant that he had to work even harder, even if it started breaking him down.

He stepped into the hall decisively, with a certain calm and confidence that had been missing for days. ... No longer. He had no use for something like hesitation.

[leeeet's do the time warp again]