girlsandgadgets: ([a cautious look back])
Edgar Roni Figaro ([personal profile] girlsandgadgets) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2012-10-22 10:44 am (UTC)

[From here.]

Unfortunately, they were running out of time; that fact was made even clearer by what— or who, rather— they met in the next hallway.

Keeping his pace slower than he'd have liked so his sickly comrade could keep up and he didn't aggravate his own injuries, Edgar crossed into the northern portion of the hallway later than he would have liked. It had its advantages- there were less people around, passers-by no longer lingering in the halls at night. Each man had a mission, and theirs was clear: find Locke and keep him from harming himself or anyone else, and in the same vein, keep them from harming him. Whether they'd be performing impromptu surgery was yet to be discovered, and an option Edgar hoped they wouldn't have to take.

They hadn't time to worry about it. Edgar put a hand out to stop Tolten behind him, listening to the sound of paws padding across the floor, their sound softer than the slippers patients were issued, gait a far cry from that of a human. Edgar readied his shovel and turned on his flashlight, sweeping the hall before them, hoping they weren't too late.

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