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damned_institute2012-06-21 12:05 pm
overlimit) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-21 12:05 pm
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Night 64: F21-F30 Hallway
So there was a cure, and the place to search was the Medical Wing... Maybe Rita's previous hypothesis wasn't far off.
While she would have liked to investigate that, however, Rita had other plans. First was to find Taura and get herself healed - if only partially. At least this would be a chance to test the limits of the healing stone's power.
After that, it was a trip to the library with some weird old man. Rita wasn't sure how she kept ending up in such bizarre partnerships, but whatever. At least she could try inquiring more about his magic while they worked together.
With one shoulder out of commission, her backpack was going to be too much trouble to carry. Rita was going to have to leave it behind and be selective about what she brought with her. Her sword whip was wrapped around her waist with the blades hooked together to hold it in place, and one heraldry talisman was tucked into her pocket. Her free hand held her flashlight. That was about the best she could do, so when that was done, Rita made her way out into the hallway.
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While she would have liked to investigate that, however, Rita had other plans. First was to find Taura and get herself healed - if only partially. At least this would be a chance to test the limits of the healing stone's power.
After that, it was a trip to the library with some weird old man. Rita wasn't sure how she kept ending up in such bizarre partnerships, but whatever. At least she could try inquiring more about his magic while they worked together.
With one shoulder out of commission, her backpack was going to be too much trouble to carry. Rita was going to have to leave it behind and be selective about what she brought with her. Her sword whip was wrapped around her waist with the blades hooked together to hold it in place, and one heraldry talisman was tucked into her pocket. Her free hand held her flashlight. That was about the best she could do, so when that was done, Rita made her way out into the hallway.
[to here]