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Locke Cole ([personal profile] kings_thief) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-08-12 02:47 pm
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M61-M70 Hallway

[In M63]

Despite the nurses efforts to 'wake him up' he still felt as sluggish as before. The little bite of food he'd ventured during dinner just made his stomach twist more unpleasantly but he willed himself to keep it down. He couldn't just go a day without eating, that would only make things worse.

He knew he had to get up. He had to meet Tolten and get back to the X-Ray room maybe, this time, the clue they found wouldn't result in them arguing the night away. Besides, the sooner he got moving the sooner they could get there and the sooner they might be able to find a cure to make this feeling go away.

He just hoped his friend was doing better than he was, if they were both in this state, they might not be getting anywhere tonight. As it was, Locke had only gotten so far as thinking that he should get up. Hell, sitting up would be an improvement, but all he'd managed was to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes as if that might relieve his pounding head.

It wasn't doing a very good job.
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[personal profile] seekingmystrength 2012-08-12 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Waiting to prepare after finishing his meal had turned up neither a roommate or a nurse before the intercom had sounded. Whatever the absence meant, Kurogane left it for someone else to handle should they wish. His attention was on not only getting out of his room, but reaching the destination indicated by the Intercom. The X-ray room. Tsubaki had said something about it that morning, and as he'd missed anything from the previous evening, the continued mention was his best lead.

He had little choice but to head for this X-ray room, whatever it was and wherever it was. That he had no idea of it's location would make finding it difficult, but he knew how to track and, chances were, there would be other patients heading the same direction.

With no roommate and no threat of being interrupted, Kurogane finally took out his garments from the closet to dress and go. He'd already wasted enough time for caution.
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[personal profile] seekingmystrength 2012-09-05 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] nobleman 2012-08-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It hadn't taken long for Guy to figure out that his roommate was sick, especially when Locke had come into the room, ignored his food, and then went to lay down. The rash on his arm was a pretty big giveaway, too. Guy honestly didn't know what to do about it. He'd met plenty of sick people by now, but he could only focus on so many.

Still, he was trying to figure things out with Anise and Claude, so if they got to the bottom of all this, at least he'd be able to pass the information along.

While Locke slept, Guy focused on sewing a sheath together. He was getting close to finishing it, but it would probably require another night of work before it was done. Once the intercom started, Guy got up from his chair and went to change, grabbing his sword once he was done.

And before long, another clue was revealed through the intercom. As it turned out, it was a good idea that they'd decided to head to the X-Ray room again, because that was exactly where they needed to go. Guy hoped that it wasn't as heavily guarded this time around, but he knew that wasn't very likely.

Once he was all ready to go, he glanced over to Locke, who was still laid out on his bed. That was probably for the best, if he really didn't feel well. Guy was just relieved that there didn't seem to be any sign of his roommate turning. The same might not go for Claude and Anise, he realized grimly.

"Stay safe," he told Locke. "I'm heading out to the medical wing. I'll let you know what I find." With his sword in hand, Guy cautiously pushed the door open and then headed down the hall.

[To here.]
Edited 2012-08-12 21:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] age_of_kings 2012-08-28 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[From Here]

With that very firm and very clear instruction delivered, Tolten shuffled down the hallways to the other block. He tried not to think about his ragged breathing or the way his chest hurt. He tried not to wonder how quickly it would happen, if it did happen.

Would Edgar be able to react quickly enough? Would it...hurt?

And what if the absolute worst occurred? What if it was Locke who, when they found him, began twisting and changing...

He knew what he had to do. But would he be able to?

Well. Edgar was here for a reason. He was healthy and honorable and a king as well. A better king than Tolten, the younger man was certain. If he failed....

Gods, he just wanted to sick up and wake from this maddening nightmare!
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[personal profile] girlsandgadgets 2012-08-29 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar's grip tightened on his shovel as they passed through the hallways, an unfortunate amount of resolve in his eyes. His only answer to Tolten's demand had been a nod of understanding; he knew all too well what he would have to do if one or either of his wards that night changed. As much as he wanted to believe he was being overly cautious, that the weeks of imprisonment in the institute had poisoned him with paranoia, the facts were harder to ignore with every passing day: Locke, Tolten, and others were visibly ill, growing worse as the days passed.

More than that, he knew that luck favored the prepared. And if there was anything he had experience in, it was preparing for the worst. The people of Figaro had been through plenty of hardship; he was no stranger to it, though it took on a new life in Landel's. The stakes seemed higher, his allies fewer and fewer. The thought that one of them might transform— and worse, what steps he might have to take to keep them from hurting others— left him rattled to the core. He pushed it down, not letting it show. It was his other talent: wearing a mask, playing a role as needed.

And right now, he needed to be the support. He was possibly all they had.

Edgar approached Locke's door first, knocking only once before opening the door. No need for pleasantries when time was possibly running out. "Locke?"