DAMNED || LANDEL'S INSTITUTE

A Multifandom Asylum RPG


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Nightshift 45: Main Hallway, 1-Center
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petalwitch wrote in damned
[from here.]

There seemed to be a lot more options here, Aerith noted as she passed a few doors along the way. Maybe she'd come to center of the building? It was hard to tell, and her sense of direction wasn't fantastic. She was lucky if she'd remember the path she'd taken so whimsically to get here. Stopping in front of a particularly large set of doors, the flower girl took a quick break from her exploration to try and commit to memory all the turns she'd taken to get here from her room.

It was certainly worth noting that she still hadn't heard even a whisper from the Planet. Aerith had always thought she would be thankful to not hear the screams and whispers for once in her life. Now that her wish had been granted, she honestly found it strange and more than a little unsettling. Even in Midgar, she'd had a place that she could always go to if she needed to hear the echo of her mother's voice. If anything Gaia had always given her direction and companionship. Clearly, she'd have to apologize when she got out of this place.

And Aerith Gainsborough would get out of here. One way or another. She had to believe that.

The young woman lifted her flashlight, scanning every inch of the wide hallway that she could. Maybe it would be best to take a moment and collect before she continued on her exploration.

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[From here.]

Closing the door behind him, the Scarecrow took a seat next to it, rubbing his aching side. He was frustrated that there was seemingly nothing he could do for Mele, but he couldn't just let the Wizard Landel get away with this!

But what could he do?

The former strawman sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He felt helpless without his friends, but he couldn't let that get him down. He was on his own now, and his friends were in trouble. There had to be something he could do!

He got to his feet, his body still complaining from the blows he'd received. He headed down the hall, still trying to think of what to do next.

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