Day 62: Courtyard (4th shift)

[gald_digger]

This was shaping up to be an emotionally draining day. Seeing Ilia at her weakest was heartbreaking, and trying to be strong enough to support her had taken a lot out of Anise. She just hoped it was enough...

But then there was another issue: keeping track of her Auldrantian friends. Returning to the bulletin, Anise found that Tear had replied, which was a relief... but there was still no word from Luke or Guy. It was too early to say if anything bad had happened, but Anise was worried. Guy in particular was always totally reliable, so what could be keeping him from answering?

Anise waited near the entrance to the showers, watching the people who went in, hoping to see a familiar face. Time passed, and most patients filed in... but there was still no sign of Luke or Guy.

Disheartened, Anise made for the courtyard alone. She walked for a while, and eventually decided to sit down on a bench. There, she pulled Tokunaga in front of herself and clutched the doll tightly against her chest. Between her worries about her friends and the various aches and pains in her body, Anise felt awful all over.

[free!]

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[diamondstorm]

[from here and for Badou]

Surprisingly, when she moved to settle back in the sun room, she was stopped. It was nicely pointed out that she hadn't participated in any activities of late, and even this morning she had passed on going outside. Wouldn't she like to, inferred politely with the traces of a command, go outside now at least?

The answer was a settled no, but as she had no holding on the movements that went on during the day, she'd rather not fight a losing battle. She acquiesced gruffly, and was led outside. There was a smaller girl in sight, familiar, but at the moment, Renamon wasn't too pleasant of company. Outside? Really. She would have at least attempted to dry her hair more.

[strayfag]

Badou never forgot a date (entirely), but through years of hard work and determination he'd developed a sort of talent for being late most of the time. This was no exception. He'd walked back in with Alle to make sure he was alright, grabbed a quick shower, and skimmed the bulletin board over for any messages about sickness. Maybe tomorrow he'd post a question, but he had a vague sort of hope that it was just a normal bug for once.

His nurse was surprisingly obliging when he asked to find Renamon, and he realized why about two seconds after being shoved outside again. It was too bad for the nurse if she thought being damp and cold would make him more miserable; she'd obviously never lived in Berlin or run out of cigarettes for the better part of a week.

There weren't a lot of other people braving the courtyard so he spotted Renamon easily and jogged over. His eye flicked quickly from head to toe, automatically checking for new injuries. "Hey. Lookin' for some company?"

[diamondstorm]

A voice hailing her was instantly pegged as obnoxious; when the owner made himself obvious, though, she relaxed instantly.

...Then remember the night before, and surprised herself by chuckling. The answer to his question, then, became simple. "I'm not sure," she gave with dry humor. "Will I be in danger of that company misfiring again?"

The answer was, that, of course, she would prefer to spend time with Badou. Especially as she needed to get his opinion on the note in her possession. There was no rule, however, that she had to make that easy on him.

[strayfag]

Badou laughed despite himself because, well, yeah. That had been pretty lame. Renamon got at least one free shot in when it came to riding his ass about it.

He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Not when it counts, I promise. I can usually handle a pair just fine."

He leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest so he could tuck his hands into the crooks of his elbows to keep them warm. He was accustomed to the cold, yeah, but that didn't mean he was a huge fan of it. He flashed her a grin. "So how'd your night go?"

[diamondstorm]

Renamon's response came as an eyebrow raise. "I'll withhold judgment until I see otherwise, I'm afraid. First impressions and all." The light banter was comfortable, and a part of her relaxed at the easy comfort of it. His question, though, made her incline her head in acknowledgement. "The town replenishes the same as the institute--down to the exact placements."

What that meant went unsaid. If necessary, they had a way to procure firearms. "I have a way to get back there, so if you need anything further." This was said with another brief nod, and when her head lifted again, her bright eyes were intent on him. "I do, however, have something I want you to look over," she went on. She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolding it carefully, before holding it out.

[strayfag]

He thought about asking whether she'd gone with company after all, but she didn't look much worse for the wear so he let it slide without comment. He had to keep telling himself he wasn't her mother, and what she did here wasn't any of his damn business when she could so clearly look after herself, and had done it for longer than him.

"That's good news if it stays that way." Which was an understatement to say the least. "I might take you up on the next trip in."

He nodded and took the sheet of paper from her with a curious glance, his expression turning uncommonly serious as he read, the corner of his lip raising slightly in a silent snarl as he read the last lines. "Like that justifies a damn thing..." Badou muttered. He skimmed the note again just to make sure he hadn't missed anything before he looked up at Renamon again, expression gaurded. "You trust the person who wrote this?"