NIGHT 64: MEDICAL WING HALL

[envy_the_sinners]

_{[From here]}

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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[age_of_kings]

The young king had already assumed a battle-ready stance, weight shifted and sword gripped to be swung in an instant. Everything made sense, as long as he held a blade. The pommel became some sort of grounding rod for him, his own grip on it maintaining his eerie level of angry calm.

"We're prepared," was all that he said, blue eyes narrowing into chips of ice as he glared down the hall. Nothing would stand in their way.

[complicatedliar]

The woman continued to shake her head, still backing away down the hall. "You'll turn into one of them. Any moment. You're not hungry now but you will be."

She shakily wiped tears away from the eyes, leaving a streak of blood on her face instead.

Another growl echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of a man screaming. The woman jerked as if struck. "I have to... I have to go. He needs me!" She turned and ran down the hall, toward the sounds.

[Heading down the doctor's office hallway in an attempt to lead the boys astray~.]

[kings_thief]

One of them? She must of meant a monster...but Locke didn't feel any different than any other time, just sick and fuzzy. He was about to ask her a question when she went running off.

The treasure hunter hesitated a moment before glancing back at Tolten, concern in his face. "Come on, we have to follow her, she might need our help!" And that alone was enough to send Locke towards the sounds; he couldn't just leave someone defenseless.

"Miss, wait up, let us help!" He went to follow her, though he noted he wasn't as nimble or fast as he usually was.