The Scarecrow stumbled through the room, pulling open his desk drawers and rifling through the closet, trying to find his flashlight quickly. Unable to find his own, he grabbed the one he'd collected for Scar so long ago instead, not having time to keep looking. His flashlight wouldn't help him get Skulduggery back to the room, granted he could find him, but he found something that would: Depth Charge's ring, the one enchanted to spirit the wearer away upon breaking the jewel. He had three of them (and had yet to figure out exactly how he'd managed to accumulate them all, though he assumed they belonged to some of his missing friends and optimistically thought about how he'd try to return them once he'd finally managed to help them), two with broken stones and one with the gem still intact. His hands were shaking, mind scrambling as he tried to remember how it was one fixed the gem. Think, Scarecrow, think!
He knew he had to think quickly, too- Skulduggery had been taken for a sleep study, and there was no time to lose.
The knock on the door drew his attention, his mind having been completely elsewhere, so much so that he'd forgotten his illness and the dangers outside and the fact that Scar was coming to accompany him. How fortunate he was, he thought for a moment, to have Scar offer to stay with him that night. Scar could help out with the rescue for certain. Neither of them was in terrific shape, if the Scarecrow's assessment on the human condition was any good at all, and he still wasn't sure if he'd become a monster, as Scar— the former lion— had warned him about; however, he knew he couldn't let Skulduggery down. He'd lost enough friends, and had stood by as Depth Charge disappeared, never able to return the favor to him for his own rescue from that awful place. His feet were still moving, and his mind seemed to be thinking through the fog- that was good enough.
Pulling open the door, the Scarecrow tried to explain immediately, his panic wearing into his voice and physicality. His limbs felt heavy, his face covered in sweat. "Oh Scar, it's awful! They took my roommate for a sleep study, and we've got to do something!"
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He knew he had to think quickly, too- Skulduggery had been taken for a sleep study, and there was no time to lose.
The knock on the door drew his attention, his mind having been completely elsewhere, so much so that he'd forgotten his illness and the dangers outside and the fact that Scar was coming to accompany him. How fortunate he was, he thought for a moment, to have Scar offer to stay with him that night. Scar could help out with the rescue for certain. Neither of them was in terrific shape, if the Scarecrow's assessment on the human condition was any good at all, and he still wasn't sure if he'd become a monster, as Scar— the former lion— had warned him about; however, he knew he couldn't let Skulduggery down. He'd lost enough friends, and had stood by as Depth Charge disappeared, never able to return the favor to him for his own rescue from that awful place. His feet were still moving, and his mind seemed to be thinking through the fog- that was good enough.
Pulling open the door, the Scarecrow tried to explain immediately, his panic wearing into his voice and physicality. His limbs felt heavy, his face covered in sweat. "Oh Scar, it's awful! They took my roommate for a sleep study, and we've got to do something!"