damned_institute | NIGHT 65: M-A BLOCK HALLWAY

The boy didn't appear to be one of the painfully naive types. At least, the other patient had lowered his knife -- and he was a confident one, wasn't he? -- which hopefully meant he was going to be a little more cooperative. However, the thing about people turning into monsters did not quite put Scar at ease even aside from certain implications. He needed more information about the situation before doing anything else; tonight had already granted him more surprises than Scar would have liked, there was no need to add another one to the list.

And as irritating as it was, however, the former lion realized he would have to do a little bit of explaining himself before getting what he wanted.

"So it's patients who are turning into monsters now? It appears I have missed more of the head doctors infuriating little games than I had thought..." he commented, though the final part of the sentence was spat rather bitterly. "An explanation would be in order, I suppose: I appear to have been...out of it for an unknown length of time, only to wake up and find myself moved and deprived of a means to defend myself. I had been hoping to remedy the latter, but it would seem there are some crucial matters that would be simply foolish to ignore."

He paused for a moment, looking at the other patient. Hopefully, the other would be cooperative enough. "Would you, perhaps, be so kind as to fill me in on the situation?"

It was starting to make some more sense, now. Link had never seen this man before, but he clearly had an idea of where he was. He lacked the lost confusion that they all experienced on their first night here.

"I only arrived yesterday evening, so I may not be the best person to talk to, but patients have been getting sick. The madman who talks through the magic box, er, intercom, has been telling us that the sick ones are going to turn into monsters." Link's eyes became downcast.

"At least five tonight, he said. I... just saw my friend lose himself completely. He wasn't bluffing."

That was the gist of it, at least.

"What a terrible mess this is turning out to be," Scar responded, "How awful for your friend, as well."

His initial thought was to ask whether such an illness would be contagious or not, and how he would be able to recognize the ones who were infected. It wouldn't quite do to travel with someone who was going to turn, was it? But he knew it would not be the appropriate response for what he was seeking, so such information would have to wait for now. If he wanted to use this boy for his intentions. No, it was best to feign some concern and pity -- though the former was not entirely fake.

"Do you happen to have learned more about this sickness in the short time you were here?" Scar asked. The boy had mentioned his friend had been affected, so chances were that he had. "And I don't suppose our fellow patients have taken measures against it?"

From the sound of it, the illness has been going on for a while -- it was hard to believe people would be sitting around waiting for what was going to happen. If there was not something like a cure, it would be simple to either restrain or eliminate them. It was bound to happen to this boy's friend, anyway -- or rather, what remained of him. Surely, someone had enough brain capacity to think of something so simple?

Despite this man's seemingly sincere words of sympathy, Link was still slightly suspicious of him. He certainly didn't give off the same friendly aura as Sora had, whom Link had decided to trust quite quickly. The suspicion didn't show on his face, though. He remained calm and serious and rather stoic as he always was in a serious situation.

"A clue was left in the X-Ray Room last night, and a new one this night. All implications point to the idea that there is some kind of parasite... or insect... inside each sick prisoner's stomach. People have been contemplating performing surgery to get it out." Link paused.

"I was on my way back to help my friend with that when he ran past me, already... something else." Something frightful. The hunched over, black as night form that barely resembled Sora reminded the Hylian of the Twili beasts. Sora's name was intentionally left out for now. This man's wording didn't sit well with him- taken measures against it, rather than specifying actually helping.

Sechs had mentioned that there were patients willing to kill over this. Link would take every precaution.

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The X-Ray Room? It was not an area Scar had ever heard about before, but he supposed it was another area the head doctor had revealed for the sake of his fun little games.

"You mean to say no one had bothered to think of a way to at least somehow restrain the infected patients?" Scar responded, raising an eyebrow, "You know, to prevent them from attacking others which they will doubtlessly do once turned?"

Because, certainly, extra monsters roaming the place was just the thing they needed. Not that the former lion was particularly concerned about the well-being of others, but his own happened to be rather high on his list. He couldn't care any less whether the infected patients lived or died in the end, but suggesting that they would be restrained seemed the more diplomatic option of the two. At least, it would have prevented similar threats wandering the already dangerous hallways while some other fools persisted in chasing down some dubious cure.

It would seem Landel still enjoyed stuffing the place with the appropriate amount of idiots. It would have been almost adorable had the situation not been so dire...

"I can't help but think how ugly this will all turn out to be," he added with a sigh, the tone of his voice concerned.

Link, thankfully, had the self control not to roll his eyes. Of course people had tried to constrain themselves!

"They're turning into monsters. More powerful than whatever weak bonds we could forge in time. The madman was... cryptic in his messages. We did not know of what would happen this night specifically before it was too late." There was no sign of his slight irritation in his tone.

Link eased, though, with the older man's next comment.

"I know. It's already becoming a mess. We don't even know if those infected will be able to return to themselves..."

"Well," Scar remarked, "You had given me the impression that this had been going on for a while..."

One would think there would have been enough time for the proper preparations, but apparently people were too busy chasing down that dubious cure. He supposed he had given those hairless monkeys a little too much credit -- he'd really ought to stop doing that. In any case, it was too late for any of that.

"But I suppose it can no longer be helped," he said before dropping the subject and moved on to the boy's next comment. "Unfortunately, I doubt the dear head doctor would volunteer such information. He would be too busy enjoying himself with our inevitable misery, I'm sure."

To say that Scar was displeased with having landed in such a mess would be quite an understatement. He should have expected no less from the sadistic fool, however. In the mean time, Scar tried not to think about where he possibly could have been for some unspecified length of time.

Nonetheless, he still needed that weapon, and though their little chat was interesting enough, the remainder was perhaps best saved for daytime. "So, what did you intend to do now?"

"Well, yes, but... Never mind." There was no sense in trying to make someone who had only just woken up in the middle of this mess understand. One really couldn't, without having been here for it all.

Then again, had Link not woken up only last night? Well, then, Sora was simply better at explaining than he was, clearly.

"I had initially intended on spending the night simply patrolling the hallways- Making sure no one is killed." He paused. "You're welcome to come, though the idea of a fight may not be the best without a weapon."

"I see," he answered, making sure he sounded thoughtful enough. How noble this fellow was proving to be. Fortunately, Scar was more than capable of seeing this wonderful little opportunity presenting itself. Now, it would be a waste not to do something with it.

And, perhaps, the boy would prove to be even more useful if he managed to stay on his relative good side.

"Going anywhere without a means to defend yourself is a rather bad idea in this place, I'm afraid. I was hoping to remedy just that tonight," Scar said, "There should be available options on the second floor if I'm not mistaken. However, it's rather dangerous to go alone -- even more so now..."

He trailed off at that, hoping the boy would make a certain offer. Making sure no one would be killed, was it? Was he not but a defenseless person that required such protection as well?

Link nodded.

"Then I will come with you. Once you're armed, we can discuss what to do from there." He wasn't about to let somebody go off on their own unarmed. The man didn't even have a flashlight he could use to beat down monsters, with.

Taking a look around the second floor sounded like a good idea, anyway. Link hadn't seen much of the building, yet.

"I would prefer we moved quickly, though."

Ah, there it was. Scar inwardly smirked in triumph, but outwardly he offered a smile. "That would certainly be appreciated."

It would seem his new-found meat shield was not as dimwitted as some others, which was a relief in a sense. "Of course," he agreed. Who knew how much time they had left after their little chat, after all?

"Let us be on our way, then."

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