NIGHT 64: MEDICAL WING HALL

[envy_the_sinners]

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Looking around, Scar wasn't quite sure what to expect upon this returning visit to the medical wing. It was silent, for now. Scar shined his light around each corner as he moved silently through the room, ready for something to jump out at him at any moment. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but he held his scalpel at the ready with his free hand. It was feeble protection at best, but Scar was a sitting duck without his alchemic arm.

He still wasn't sure if he would actually want it back, though.

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[his_legacy]

Link skidded to a halt when the clone shattered before his eyes. So there was only one real Lingormr. That made things, at least, a bit less dangerous. He continued to follow Sora, ignoring his opponent's taunts and the continued illusions that materialized around him.

While Sora continued to search the doors along the right, Link glanced down a hall to his left. There was clearly a door along the wall, but he couldn't quite tell what it was labeled. He knew that running down there would mean cornering himself, but there was also a good chance that this was the door they were looking for. So Link sprinted for the door, stumbling slightly as he stopped to read.

"This is it!" he called down to Sora as he rattled the handle. Goddesses... It was locked, and Link was fairly certain that there was no key to be found in the near vicinity. Knowing that the real Lingormr could show up at this back at any moment, he desperately bashed at the handle with his flashlight.

[complicatedliar]

"Oh Sora," Loki said, sounding very sad indeed, down the hall behind the boys. "I never pegged you as uncaring, or a coward. I feel quite wounded."

He followed the the statement with a slow, amused chuckle. "But if you're not in the mood to play, I suppose that frees up my knife to paint these walls with someone else's blood."

[lighthearted]

Why wasn't he following after them? Sora barely knew what had happened (he blamed being so out of it from the illness), but Link had managed to find the right door -- and, as expected, it was locked. What wasn't expected was the fact that Lingormr was just taunting them instead of actively trying to hurt them. Sora had never come across a special counseling patient who did this.

Especially since he clearly had hurt someone before them, if the blood was anything to judge by. Unless that had all been one huge illusion too?

"We barely know each other," Sora reminded the man, even though usually he only needed a single conversation to see someone as a friend. Right now, circumstances were different and he needed to hold his ground. "So you shouldn't be pegging me as anything!"

He darted down the hall to meet Link and when there was an opening, banged the back end of his flashlight against the lock as well. C'mon, it had to open!

[his_legacy]

Link had no idea as to why Lingormr wasn't making any move to attack them. His taunts were highly ineffective, and it was obvious that he knew how to use that blade. Why wasn't he?

With a grunt, Link put all his strength into one last bash with his light. The lock snapped, and Link wasted no time ripping the door open, standing back to let Sora in first. This was his mission.

[complicatedliar]

Two illusions of Loki appeared, one on either side of Link and Sora. "Have fun, boys. I'll be waiting for you. Mind that you don't slip in the blood."

He laughed as Link broke the the lock, amused that they were trying so desperately to get away from him. They'd better hope he was still physically distracted elsewhere when they returned.

[lighthearted]

For the moment, Sora had to block out Lingormr's laughter. He realized that if Riku was here, he would have said something about how he'd been right to distrust the man, but Sora knew that Special Counseling was something else entirely. He wasn't going to judge Lingormr for what he'd done, especially since it wasn't much compared to other patients he'd come across.

With the door finally open, Sora rushed inside, hopeful that Link was right on his heels. The other boy seemed to know what he was doing, especially with this being his first night.

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