Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/experimentation assembly line) had broken down at least once already, on that night when I.R.I.S. had first(?) appeared, and the whole of the building flickered like a malfunctioning hologram. Was that what the glowing cover was for? To prevent... he didn't know. Something. Something bad enough to warrant a Code Red.

(What had killed that creature?)

Waiting around here was already bad enough on normal nights, what with it being an open space with high traffic, but he'd picked it because it was the quickest and most obvious meeting place for all of them. Now with the whole area lit up like the inside of a strip club, Kirk was starting to feel like a lone piece of meat wrapped in a gold ribbon and tossed out for the wolves. He made a face for a second as he considered the unfortunate implication of mixing those similes, then decided that the dumb thoughts which crossed his mind ranked considerably lower in priority than, you know, paying attention to his surroundings and not getting himself killed.

Kirk swung the lead pipe in his hand once, just to focus, and shook his head as pain rippled out from the still-healing gunshot wound on his right arm. Take it easy, Jim, he admonished himself silently. It was still early in the night. Someone would be along shortly. And if not... he was giving his crew one minute. One minute, and then screw it, he was tracking down everyone himself.

[KIRK TO ENTERPRISE]

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The longer Byrne stood there, the more downright bizarre things became in the hallway. Besides the monster numbers being incredible tonight, there was a girl riding on a giant doll (!?!?!?!?), two men fighting off a pack of wild dogs that looked like they came out of a bad horror movie, and a woman whose song caused all of the monsters to fall to the ground for some reason. Thankfully, Byrne's staying in this spot was a good idea, as no one was noticing him or else--gssshgbnanghhpphahhh

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Hu................h.....................hi......Renamon.......nice to see you...appearing out of

Seriously, was he that unobservant tonight or did she seriously just APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE?! In any case, the way Byrne's heart nearly stopped when Renamon appeared (OUT OF NOWHERE) was hardly an understatement. His face lost all of its color, and he spent the first half minute of their conversation staring at her like she was a ghost. When he actually got around to speaking, his words all came out in a jumble. "D-don--how did you--wh--J-Jesus! Don't scare me like that! Please!"

...Now that his initial surprise was fading, the prosecutor's horror was turning into confusion. He hadn't...seen things, had he? Renamon really did just appear, hadn't she? "...W-wait. Where did you just--how did you just--?" Although it might be awhile before he could properly talk again, it seemed.

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One would have to wonder if the Digimon genuinely forgot in all of the shifts of the institute that Byrne was nothing but a nothing human, or if the heightened spirits of gaining back part of what was hers added a playful edge into the mix. Though Renamon was not often forgetful, and the latter of those options had been done before.... A digression.

She lowered her head as if in apology, in an attempt for shadows to mask the small grin she wore. Though the near-begging had her in silent agreement not to repeat the option--at least, not on purpose. Bryne continued to stammer for a moment, and when he finally stopped, she tilted her head back up, lips quirking. "Things have shifted somewhat tonight," she said by way of explanation. Then she gave a low chuckle, something she hadn't done in the man's presence before. If nothing else, it seemed her spirits were high.

She blinked at him near coyly, then continued. "And I told you, didn't I? That I would show you a few things impossible under human limitations." She raised an eyebrow in warning, and vanished entirely. Only to return in a moment's time, in the exact same place she had been. For Tear or Nigredo, and for more than a few others, she would have crept around to surprise them from a different position. But she had gave consent, be it not verbal, and she would rather not the man have a heart attack when she was trying to see that he survived the night.

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..... Holy shit. She can just appear out of nowhere. Byrne momentarily forgot all of his manners and proceeded to gawk at Renamon as if he were a kid watching a magician, almost unable to believe his eyes - 'almost' only because a week in this place was enough to make a person believe in practically anything. She could appear out of nowhere. She could really appear out of nowhere. Teleport, or something. Didn't matter whatever it was technically called, she could really do it.

Well, sure, he had been told by many different patients, Renamon especially, that the impossible happened fairly often around here. But--but it didn't really hit you or become cemented into your mind as the truth until you actually saw it happen before your own eyes, as Byrne was seeing now. As much as Renamon was in good spirits, the prosecutor was just downright shocked.

"Y-yes, but... But how are you doing that?!" he gasped, blinking. She said 'things have shifted somewhat tonight' - did that mean something related to this weird pink glow was giving everyone superpowers? Or did she always have this ability?

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She came to a decision, then. The man was too human to leave on his own. Even if she was going to Doyleton, he would be better off with her as a guard than alone. "It's a question as easily answered as how do we breathe, and why do hearts continue to beat. This, at least, is something inherent to myself. I can't tell you the science behind it any more than any other biological process. I don't have the experience in the subject to explain."

Other things... Perhaps. The fact of being Digital, and if she had gained back other abilities as well within this night. Those could be explained--and would need to be, if they came to light. But this was something just her, and she could not more explain it than she could the reasons how she was now human. The Digimon closed her eyes somewhat, senses picking up the faint sounds of creatures rousing themselves from Tear's spell. There wasn't much time, at least. "Are you meeting someone, Byrne? Or would you like me to show you something else?"

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Byrne finally began to recover from his shock, nodding in understanding, but remained heavily confused. It's always been her power? Really? If Renamon had always had the ability to scare the living shit out of people teleport like that, then why wasn't she using it during the day? Wouldn't it be really useful to take advantage of that power to escape or something? Then again, the Institute probably had some way to prevent something like that from happening. Besides, if it were that easy to escape, then Byrne was sure she wouldn't still be here.

Now he wanted to know how she got such an ability to begin with. What kind of person was born with the ability to teleport? It was probably rude to ask, though. Or maybe she didn't know.

Then the other patient asked him about his plans, and his attention shifted back to what he'd been worrying about earlier, his gaze lowering to the floor. Badd. "Well, uh, not really. I was looking for my friend, but I can't find him anywhere." Because he's avoiding me like a dumb stupid paranoid idiotic irresponsible...

No. In the end, Byrne had to admit to himself that he couldn't really blame Badd for his actions. If he had been in Badd's situation, he would be terrified of inadvertently putting his friend in danger, too. And if he'd heard Badd say he didn't care about being dead, well, the prosecutor would get pissed off at him, too. It was all understandable. Didn't mean he liked it, but since when had any situation ever been likeable around here?

Sigh. "I think he had other plans, anyway." Plans Byrne vaguely remembered from the bulletin board, something to do with Lana. As long as he wasn't alone. "I was just worried about him because of all the alarms."

[diamondstorm]

At first, she felt it necessary to offer to assist him find his friend, but Byrne clarified that it was likely the other was simply doing something elsewhere. Renamon didn't have one that she would move to in a change of scenery, though she could wholly understand the sensation. Still, she glanced at the walls, pulsing lightly. "I think something went wrong," she said quietly. "For them, at least. I've noticed more than a few have their abilities back tonight. So I think the alarms are in our favor."

That said, she watched the man again. He hadn't actually answered her second query. "Do you want to come with me tonight?" she asked, somewhat kindly. "I won't allow anything to harm you as much as I am able."

[corvus-veritas.livejournal.com]

From the way things were looking, it really did seem like Aguilar was more in trouble here than the patients were. The alarms wouldn't have gone off for no reason, right? And there also had to be a reason why this strange pink glow was everywhere. There were more monsters around than usual, but if people were getting their abilities back - something Byrne still wasn't understanding but wouldn't ask about right now - then they could deal with those monsters much more easily than before, he was hoping.

The prosecutor looked back up at Renamon when she asked her question and, after pausing to think it over for a brief moment, nodded his head in agreement. "Alright." With one mild objection, that he only made clear through a worried expression. She wouldn't allow any harm to come to him? No offense, but shouldn't that be his job? He was obviously older than she was, and even though he wasn't a fighter, he was at least knowledgeable enough to know how to use a gun properly. If it had to be one of them that got mauled by a hideous monster, he would rather it be him.

...A thought relating to his death then crossed his mind, but he forced himself to drop it instantly. No. Can't think about that after that argument with Badd. Back to reality, Faraday. He shifted his weight anxiously and looked at the other patient with curiosity. "Where to, though?" She seemed like she had a plan in mind.

[diamondstorm]

The worried expression she couldn't place, and in the end only attributed to the changes of the night. Byrne read as civilian, and moreof, wholly human. Even Renamon in her half-state was more apt to protect like this. She nodded back to him seriously, then only blinked at his question. To answer so easily... Would give away the surprise. He hadn't been around for that night, had he?

As a reply, she delicately reached out and touched one of the man's hands. Her other hand slid into the pocket her ring was in and retrieved it, then pressed it firmly against the wall.

[teleporting to here]