Night 64: Main Hallway, 1-West

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Well, that had been painless, but the good time he'd made also meant that he was the first to arrive. Harvey leaned himself up against the wall, swinging his metal pipe around in his hand as he kept an eye out for Scott or Sangamon.

He had to admit, it was strange that their group had been cut down so considerably. He didn't even know if Depth Charge was still around, but it didn't matter to him too much either way, so he hadn't put much thought into it. He figured that one of the others would mention it when they showed up, if they even knew themselves.

While he waited, Harvey grabbed the bone bracelet out of his pocket and started to spin it around in his hand. The skeleton hadn't been too clear about how this worked, but there was an obvious answer about what to do with it, not that he was going to attempt anything until the others had shown up.

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[hairraising]

Rapunzel still didn't see the point in denying the existence of Eugene Fitzherbert when Eugene Fitzherbert was more genuine, more caring, and more heroic than Flynn Rider could ever be. She knew, though, that whatever his reasoning, being Flynn to others meant a lot to him right now. She could always try to coax him into loosening up more later, maybe during the calm daytime shifts. For now, she went along with the ruse, which was easier when Eugene brought up things that had happened when he was still "Flynn" to her. WIth the way he carried on, Rapunzel found she could smile and almost laugh despite their urgency.

At least until Eugene's eye caught something else. "Is what...?" She went quiet as her gaze followed his, and she remembered what she was holding in her other hand. Truth be told, in all her excitement, she had forgotten that the dagger was anything other than a weapon, something to keep her safe on the way to the X-Ray Room. To be fair, that's what she had tried to force it to become over the past few nights. She hadn't wanted the weight behind the thing to get the better of her. It seemed that even without her around, Mother Gothel had ways of ensnaring her "daughter"'s mind, twisting it around her bony finger like so much golden hair. No more, Rapunzel had told herself. No more.

"...Can we talk about it later?" she asked Eugene quietly, having stopped as well. Castiel and Kratos were waiting for them. Sora and all the other sick patients were waiting for them too. She knew this was important, but it was something that could wait.

[brokensmolder]

The moment passed quickly. The pain--the memory of pain, really--passed almost as soon as it had come. "Yeah," Eugene replied. "Let's talk later." Even if he really didn't want to.

He gave Kratos and Castiel his best cocksure grin and added, for their benefit, "Nothing wrong, guys. Frying pans are much more civilized weapons, wouldn't you agree? Much harder to put an eye out with a frying pan. Now...which way is this ecks-ray room, again?"

[going here.]