Nightshift 62: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

[ninelivesonce]

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Taura didn't let heavy thoughts drag her footsteps down. She was around the corner and down into the main hall in two long strides.

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[a_sin_for_him]

"Then just stopping to smell the flowers, are we?" Lust tossed her head and shrugged, coming closer. There was just something about him. She couldn't explain it, even if she attempted to. Maybe it was animal magnetism.

"Or are you waiting for someone? I won't keep from you an appointment."

And if he was finding companions, good. Maybe one of them would rub off on him and soften that stony demeanor of his. She certainly wasn't going to be doing that.

[envy_the_sinners]

"I am not waiting for anyone," was his grumbled response. He had just needed to escape his room. Scar briefly considered just ignoring her until she went away, then remembered that that never worked with Lust.

Glancing down at her hand, he noticed it was gloved. Were there bandages underneath?

"What happened with your hand? Did it get worse?" He needed to figure out what was going on with... whatever sorts of monsters there were that roamed these halls. What was the extent of their power?

[a_sin_for_him]

"Good. Then come along, there's no sense in standing here all night." Lust had no idea what they would do, but they'd figure out something. "We can look for one of those closets, one that has supplies. Maybe we can find you a weapon."

She began to turn, but Scar's question made her hesitate. She glanced down at her hand and shrugged. "It's better," she said, mildly. "Still a mark but the pain's mostly gone. Here let me check the map."

She'd brought it along and unfolded it now as she turned towards the main hallways.

"Coming?"

[envy_the_sinners]

"I know, I know." Scar started down the hall in her direction. They might as well get something done. Though her abilities were limited, Lust was good protection.

He nodded when she mentioned her hand. At least the healing process was relatively quick. Scar was the type to have horrible luck with injuries. The Ishbalan looked at the map over the homunculus' shoulder, but it made no sense to him.

[a_sin_for_him]

"I really haven't explored much of the first floor," Lust admitted, heading down the hallway at a brisk pace, boot heels clicking lightly on the dirtied tile floors. "There's a great deal here, and we're bound to find some supplies stashed about. Medical supplies would be good to have on hand - I don't heal like I used to and if you got injured..."

If Scar was injured there was little she could do. She knew field medicine, but without supplies all her knowledge was useless.

She kept her conversation (for the moment) to the night's activities. There was no point in bringing up what had happened earlier, and if he wasn't going to mention it than neither was she.

"There are doctors here and they have offices...not far, either."

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