Really, he felt much better, practically as though he'd just passed through a Durona clinic. Well, the legs weren't perfect, but he was no longer convinced he'd be paralyzed for life (or until escape and proper prosthetics could be obtained.) Archer was still a bit distracted by gathering his breath again, and giving orders. Leon was in the best shape, but if they moved quickly, neither would expect...
Okay, back off. Lord Mark pushed up and out again, now that the situation wasn't critical. Killer was hesitant, but with the return of his name realized he'd already started to submerge again, and surrendered control of their body. There's a reason you guys are a gang and not the boss, y'know.
A deep breath like Archer's, then, "That sounds like a good plan. Giving us a prize to put us off-guard in case of the next attack or trapped room is still a possibility. Thanks again for the help thus far." True, he'd run on his own feet, mostly, but Archer had saved him from the icicle, and healed him.
"Reaching the Saint Francis Club will require a trip through either the Sun Room or over the wall again, however. We've been at this a while. Injuries obtained during the night are bandaged and treated after the time that we're all knocked out. It might be a safer option to find a hiding spot until then, rather than risk another encounter with a crazed patient or monster. We know the wall pathway was not safe when we last went through, and the Sun Room never is; then again, by this time of night, they may have been cleared by other patients." Information analysis was a specialty of his, one he liked much better than killing, and it was much easier to do when he didn't feel as though he were about to die. They were only suggestions, of course.
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Okay, back off. Lord Mark pushed up and out again, now that the situation wasn't critical. Killer was hesitant, but with the return of his name realized he'd already started to submerge again, and surrendered control of their body. There's a reason you guys are a gang and not the boss, y'know.
A deep breath like Archer's, then, "That sounds like a good plan. Giving us a prize to put us off-guard in case of the next attack or trapped room is still a possibility. Thanks again for the help thus far." True, he'd run on his own feet, mostly, but Archer had saved him from the icicle, and healed him.
"Reaching the Saint Francis Club will require a trip through either the Sun Room or over the wall again, however. We've been at this a while. Injuries obtained during the night are bandaged and treated after the time that we're all knocked out. It might be a safer option to find a hiding spot until then, rather than risk another encounter with a crazed patient or monster. We know the wall pathway was not safe when we last went through, and the Sun Room never is; then again, by this time of night, they may have been cleared by other patients." Information analysis was a specialty of his, one he liked much better than killing, and it was much easier to do when he didn't feel as though he were about to die. They were only suggestions, of course.