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Night 57: F-A Block Hallway
aow: halt not
ninelivesonce wrote in damned
[from here]

The women's block was deserted. Taura ran through and out the doors before anyone could notice she'd even been there at all.

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[From here.]

"Next, we find you something with which to arm yourself," Edgar continued as they stepped back into the hallway. "Believe it or not, the patients aren't the only ones roaming the halls at night."

He paused for a second in the corridor, thinking. Going over the wall in the recreational field was probably their best bet for making it to the shed in the courtyard- crossing the Sun Room at night, especially when considering what he'd seen in there the last time he'd been through the room with Locke at night, was a more dangerous plan than necessary.

That reminded him of something that needed asking. "Locke, this is going to sound strange, but... what is the last thing you remember before being brought here?" With any luck, the thief would be from a time closer to his own than Celes had been: explaining the apocalypse, on top of the dark topics they had already discussed, was something he was hoping to avoid.

Edited at 2011-08-09 10:38 pm (UTC)

Locke was more than happy to have something he could defend himself with. Even if he didn't encounter something, having a weapon of some sort would make him feel less exposed.

He shot Edgar a glance for his question. What a weird thing to ask. Surely, he wasn't trying to imply that their memories were different, was he?

"We beat Kefka, the world was starting to get on it's way to being back to normal, some of us went are separate ways, though, I was on my way to see you when I woke up here."

It was Edgar's turn to look completely astonished. For the second time in that hallway, he stopped, unable to comprehend was he was hearing for a moment.

"We... beat Kefka!?" Edgar asked hoarsely, incredulous. It had been startling enough to discover the time discrepancy between himself and Celes; to find that there was not only a missing chunk of time between his time and Locke, but that during said time Kefka was apparently defeated was more of a shock than he'd prepared himself for.

He put his hands on Locke's shoulders to stop him, searching his friend's eyes. "How long has it been since the end of the world? Since the fall of the floating continent?"

Edited at 2011-08-12 07:08 am (UTC)

Locke looked for some sign that Edgar was playing with him, making some sort of weird joke about not remembering all that had happened. It wasn't there. Besides, why would he joke about something like that at a time like this?

"Almost two years now...are you trying to tell me you don't remember any of this?"

He'd been right there with Locke when they had faced Kefka. Edgar had done a lot to take the psychopath down, and he didn't remember any of it?

"T- two years!?" The span between himself and Celes had been several weeks, at best; as far as he could remember, it hadn't been more than a few months since the cataclysm, since Kefka erected his tower and set himself atop it like a god. To learn that somewhere, there were months where he'd apparently spent fighting alongside his allies, presumably taking care of his people... but was it really him, as the Celes who had been with them past the opera house had truly been her? Or was it a phantom or some mimic, as he'd once suspected?

He shook his head, letting loose another frustrated sigh as he rubbed his forehead- there was no explaining it at this point, other than the fallback of "magic." It had to be, as nothing else even came close to making sense of it, how those in charge could pull their prisoners from any point in time they so desired.

"I haven't lived it yet, apparently..." Edgar trailed off as he tried to form some coherence in his own mind.

Locke was silent a moment, thinking through that possibility. Obviously, there was magic here, but, was it possible this place was that strong? Strong enough to mess with time and the order of things? That was a bit daunting to think about, however that wasn't going to stop him from looking for any way possible to get Edgar and himself out.

"Think of it this way, you know there's a happy ending, right? So, you've got to get out of here, because there's still plenty for you to do at home."

Even if he had played his part, Edgar still had a lot ahead of him, there was definitely no way anything was going to happen to him here...nothing else at least.

As much as Edgar wanted to believe those words, it still weighed on his mind: yes, there was an apparent happy ending, but had that really been him standing beside his friends in the final hour? And if not, it still burned because that meant the doppelganger did a fine enough job of playing his role that nobody noticed his absence. Locke wasn't lying— Edgar could see it in the thief's eyes that what he was saying was what he honestly knew to be the truth. Whether or not it actually was the truth was debatable.

But then, Edgar himself had believed Celes to have been with them long after her supposed capture. He held in frustrated sigh for now. She was a topic he was going to have to approach eventually.

Perhaps it just wasn't going to make sense: they were taken from separate points, but somehow continued to simultaneously exist in their own world. There had to be an explanation, but he was damned if he could put one together at that point.

"I suppose that's right," he answered finally, trying to keep his visible discomfort to a minimum. There may have been a victory eventually, but he wasn't willing to accept that his safety was guaranteed by it.

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