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damned_institute2008-10-28 11:57 am
Nightshift 36: M31-40
[M39]
Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.
Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...
Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.
Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...

Re: M39
He nodded seriously in response to MOMO's order to him. "I'll tell you, sure," he agreed, hoping that he'd be able to realise when enough was enough. He might be better off watching her face to see if she turned pale or looked like she was going to pass out or something, because he didn't want to leave her incapacitated.
He felt an odd itchy feeling in his arm, pushing away the pain that had been a throbbing ache through the entire day, and realised that that must be the spell working. Either that or something had gone horribly wrong and his arm was going to fall off. It was a weird feeling, itchy and not quite achy, but just the feeling of something happening that wasn't by rights meant to be felt. He twisted slightly to see his arm, watching the wound seem to knit together and fill out and fuck, it was weird seeing your flesh heal at an accelerated rate!
"Stop," he said as soon as the wound seemed better, as soon as he felt the pain recede and the the wound close enough for his arm to be usable without risking damaging it permanently. He smiled at MOMO warmly. "That's plenty." The hospital would take care of the rest.