[ Amos hasn't exactly been sleeping that great. There's something to be said for suffering a grievous injury, knowing there's no immediate — if any — fix for it, going back out there regardless, and getting hit with a dose of hallucinogens for your trouble all within twenty-four hours or so.
So, he's up earlier than expected. Might as well do some of the rounds, take his mind off of things. Shift his focus from things he can't control to things he still can.
It's when he's entering the cellblock that has Rand — it'd been something of a pain to have to spread their resources out a bit farther, their guarding load now doubled, but still better than chancing a Pleroma being anywhere near Vaeka — that he can hear what sounds like a door swinging open. And he... can't think of any reason why that would be happening. Who else would be around here who's supposed to be here that would be coming in from...
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Hey! [ Amos' voice is loud enough to echo down the halls, its aim to get the attention of anyone who might so happen to be nearby. He looks at his hands and, well, shit. He's got nothing on him. If this is going to end up being something, the only weapon he has is himself — which he can at least make do with if that's really all he's got. ] Anyone down there?
[ There's an underlying aggression to his tone as he moves at a brisk walk to get to where Rand's cell is. Who knows what he'll find along the way, though. ]
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So, he's up earlier than expected. Might as well do some of the rounds, take his mind off of things. Shift his focus from things he can't control to things he still can.
It's when he's entering the cellblock that has Rand — it'd been something of a pain to have to spread their resources out a bit farther, their guarding load now doubled, but still better than chancing a Pleroma being anywhere near Vaeka — that he can hear what sounds like a door swinging open. And he... can't think of any reason why that would be happening. Who else would be around here who's supposed to be here that would be coming in from...
... ]
Hey! [ Amos' voice is loud enough to echo down the halls, its aim to get the attention of anyone who might so happen to be nearby. He looks at his hands and, well, shit. He's got nothing on him. If this is going to end up being something, the only weapon he has is himself — which he can at least make do with if that's really all he's got. ] Anyone down there?
[ There's an underlying aggression to his tone as he moves at a brisk walk to get to where Rand's cell is. Who knows what he'll find along the way, though. ]