damned_institute | Night 59: Sheriff's Office

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renamon

Night 59: Sheriff's Office

[from here]

The Digimon was still for a moment once she entered. There was the faint sounds of movement somewhere in the building but they came from further back. One of the room further in, then. Her eyes narrowed. She continued to speak, however, quietly in explanation. "Two of my associates, one of my information partners and something new I met, both requested if I could find guns for them."

Things that were likely guarded if they were even here, the highest likelihood. But at least she would be able to face them more naturally. The only question would be where. She moved further into the room, stopping at a desk and quietly rifled through the drawers. Papers, writing instruments, normal desk accessories. Not here, at least, then.

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[I swear to god, if LJ does not stop being dumb...]

The night with the portals. Hadn't someone said that to him before? Byrne recognized the phrase - he could swear he'd heard it mentioned somewhere, possibly even by Renamon herself - but he would treat it like new information, as he could recognize the phrase but knew nothing of what it meant. Nothing before the other patient explained to him now, anyway.

So that was how they got here, then? A magical teleporting ring? If he hadn't just been shown that it was true, the prosecutor would have struggled to believe her. Who teleports to places with a magical ring, besides people in fairy tales? Seriously?

Once again having to remind himself that logic didn't apply to anything here... And speaking of 'here', where was this? The town police office? Byrne could imagine the place didn't do much good when it came to the patients and their well-being. Well, they could take advantage of the supplies it had to offer, at the very least. If they had guns here, as Renamon said, then they would have ammunition; with only ten bullets on hand for Badd's handgun right now, more ammo for the gun would be very, very appreciated.

As he started to explore the place for himself, he channeled his thieving skills and moved very quietly. Not that he expected anyone else to be here, but it was a force of habit. "Mind if I pick up some ammo for myself?" he asked in almost a whisper as he approached one of the back doors, staring at it curiously. Now where did this lead? There were two other doors near it. Hm...

[door signs approved by an NPC mod! --and your choice if they opened the zombie door. =P]

She glanced to him, an eyebrow raised. "Whatever you want," she replied lowly, fingers touching the desk she had just given up on. The man had moved to the doorways, and those likely held more of a chance than out here would. She stepped over to the back wall, sensitive eyes now picking out what more human eyes would not. "Holding cells," she murmured, reading the sign in the dark. She took a step to the side and spoke again. "Records." Which left the third. "Employees only."

She smirked to the man, then inclined her head. "We should probably start there, then." Her eyes strained but the sounds of movement she heard previously had quieted. They were either walking into a trap or had chosen the right door. With a final glance to Byrne, she opened the door.

Edited 2011-11-14 01:43 (UTC)

[Put it in a random chooser, and zombies, I...don't choose you!]

Byrne quietly slipped into the 'Employee's Only' room after Renamon and took careful note of the new surroundings. The darkness made it difficult to see, but he could make out lockers, a table with chairs, possibly another door on the back wall, and a...little kitchen area, it looked like. A small room, but it appeared to be more promising than the previous room as far as finding weapons went. "The lockers would be a good place to look," he whispered to his companion, nodding in their direction.

He would have started heading over to them himself, but seeing the kitchen area had caused his stomach to grumble a little too loudly for his liking. Uh. Oh. R-right, he hadn't eaten anything all day, thanks to the cafeteria food being rotten. Funny how he was only thinking about it now. Well, the Doyleton officers wouldn't mind if he pilfered their foodstuffs, would they? 'Course not. So he would start casually walking in that direction first, hoping their food (assuming they had any) wouldn't be maggot-infested like the Institute's.

[all stuff mod approved! (each clip has 17 rounds for reference)]

She nodded in return, taking her cue from the man. The Digimon moved silently across the small room, halting before the lockers. A few were locked, though the rest weren't. She quickly started going through them, the unlocked ones holding generic uniforms and batons, what looked like extra things for new recruits, some sticks of gum, snacks.... So far it wasn't panning out. But she still had a few to go.

The locked ones were easily dealt with at this point. Not with any subtlety, Renamon made a quick movement, cracking the knuckle on her hand downward with a great deal of force. The lock went skittered off across the floor after hitting the ground with a clang. As if she didn't notice, she reached inward, shuffling things around. Nothing metal and cold, but a nice durable bag which would be useful tonight. She pulled it out and moved in-between the last two, breaking off both locks. And those two made up for the rest.

She took two handguns from one locker and one from the other and the clips resting with them, and brought them to Byrne. All three guns were the same kind, and there were four clips stowed in the bottom of one locker. If she took one of each for Badou and Leanne, then that left one gun and two clips left. She wouldn't use it, but she did know another that might--unless her companion would prefer it. "Two guns and two of the extra ammunition are spoken for," she said. "What of the rest would you like?" she added, holding the remaining items out carefully.

By the time Renamon approached him with the spare gun and ammo, Byrne had already sifted through at least two of the staff kitchen's cabinets and had helped himself to a bag of potato chips and a few granola bars (which all looked safe enough to eat, so hopefully they were). The snacks went into his pockets to be eaten later, whenever they got moving. The only thing that had distracted him from his food-searching was the loud clang from the lock Renamon broke, but it had only startled him long enough to make him jump and look back behind him, and then it was back to thieving.

So now, what was this being offered to him? A handgun and two clips of ammunition? All of it was tempting, honestly. The gun currently in Byrne's hand rightfully belonged to Badd, after all, and as soon as the stubborn old detective agreed to start talking to him again, Byrne would gladly give the gun back. Having a gun of his own would be really helpful, especially with ammo to go with it. He could have the gun for himself with one clip and keep an extra clip just in case, as he only had ten bullets for this gun right now...

But what if Renamon needed the gun? Couldn't there be supplies elsewhere? He only told her he needed extra ammo before they came in here, after all, so it would be selfish of him to just snatch it all up for himself.

"Just one of those clips, if that's fine," he answered after a moment's pause, pointing to what he . "Did you find everything you need here?"

She tilted her head at his modesty of wants but didn't push the issue. If he wanted, she'd bring him back here again, if he changed his mind. As things were she nodded politely, handing over what he asked for, and carefully stowing the rest in the bag she had collected. This went over her shoulder as she fished in a pocket again, retrieving the broken ring. She cast a critical eye over it, then pressed one of blades on her knuckle into her palm lightly, causing blood to well.

Holding the ring under it, a drop fell onto the metal. And less than a moment after it hardened back into a ruby-red gem. The Digimon raised an eyebrow. That was simple enough; easier than one would have thought. She carefully repocketed it, and turned to the man. Now they would have a clear way back if needed. She inclined her head to the door. "Yes. The next stop is further up the street."

Byrne took the clip, although with his pockets full of snacks there was currently no place to put it. Removing the potato chip bag would create the room necessary for it, but...siiigh. Ammunition was better than chips, he had to admit to himself. He switched the items and abandoned the chips on the kitchen counter. One less good thing to eat.

He turned back just in time to see what Renamon did with the ring, and he couldn't help but stare. Not only at the fact that she had made herself bleed, but also at how the ring had just reformed itself from her blood. Okay, ignore Renamon's nonchalance with the whole thing, that was just too unusual. Why and how did she just do that? Should he question? Or--

A sudden noise stopped him short. Shuffling. Movement? Not loud enough to be in here, so it couldn't be him or Renamon that caused the noise. Byrne shot a slightly panicked look at his companion. "Uh...did you just hear something?" he whispered, quieter than before.

The fact that Byrne had heard it meant the Digimon heard it perfectly, down to the creaking of limbs and their shuffle across the floor. When the man spoke, her eyes darted to him--a stare and then a glance backwards. Her hand followed the motion, silently urging him away from the door. If nothing else, she would keep to what she had declared. He would be safe under her watch.

And neither of them would be infected by these things while she still had will and power. Quietly, she crept closer to the door, then flung it open, weight shifting upward as she slid into a guard stance in case it attacked before she did.

Byrne obeyed Renamon's gesture and backed away, then stared wide-eyed at the monster just beyond the door once she swung it open. Though it was difficult to see it in the darkness, he knew exactly what it was just from its shape and the moaning sound it made. Zombie. One of the same kind Renamon had turned to shreds with those floating crystal...whatevers in the street just minutes before. The zombie was even more horrifying being this close to the pair, especially since Byrne figured Renamon wouldn't be able to do that same jump-high-in-the-air-and-throw-stuff trick with a roof over the heads. What should they do? Should they run? There was that door behind them, assuming it led to anything but a dead end. Or could Renamon still handle it?

"Careful!" he gasped, taking another step away, and he quickly double-checked his gun to make sure the safety was off. He wasn't going to use it unless he really had to; he didn't even aim it at the zombie, keeping the barrel pointed at the ground. Renamon was in front of him, and he knew better than to panic and accidentally shoot what he didn't intend to. Badd had always been the one with proper firearm experience, anyway. Byrne just knew well enough to know how not to use one.

The man was correct in thinking that she couldn't do the same attack she had before. The space was indeed an issue, but luckily for both, Renamon had yet another trick in her arsenal. The creature shifted, and then suddenly lunged forward, and the Digimon moved to meet it.

Her fingers tightened around the knuckle she wore, and hoped it worked as well as she hoped it would in absence of her own claws. "Power paw!" --On the third syllable of that, Renamon would admit herself the irony of that ability currently. A mental sigh, given in the millisecond before her hands and feet grew bright with ghostly blue flames. She punched forward with the bladed knuckle in hand, and with the added power from her attack, it ripped entirely through the zombie, leaving it to drop in two pieces, upper and lower body.

Gore splattered onto the side of her, and she straightened, looking over the knuckle with an analytical eye. It didn't seem to sustain any damage from the usage of that, and so she would remain satisfied. For a moment, she was still, but no further sounds came from inside the building. Renamon looked back. "We should keep moving."

... ... ... And, well, that was that. Byrne should have never doubted that Renamon would be able to take care of it. She made it look so easy, too. (What kind of attack was 'power paw', though? She didn't have paws! ...Well whatever, it made more sense than anything else he'd seen tonight. Which wasn't saying much, but. You know.)

That didn't mean he wasn't still surprised to see her perform the 'power paw' attack, however. He was just about as shocked as he had been when he'd seen her do the crystal-throwing move earlier. Which meant he was pretty damn shocked. The fact that she was covered in zombie guts now was not helping things, either. "W-wow," he mumbled to himself, blinking furiously.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to force himself to snap out of it. No questioning, no staring, prioritize. "Uh. Right." This time he spoke loud enough for Renamon to hear. "Keep moving, right. Um...so where're we headed now, again?" She didn't already say exactly where their next destination was, right? Or did she? If she had, then whoops. Cut him some slack, the zombie scare had distracted him. (And hopefully that was the only one in here...)

...It seemed that may have been the final thing for the man. His reaction came higher than the last, and she half regretted it only for the fact of possibly frightening him. Prioritize, indeed. She would make it up to him when they were not surrounded by zombi of various states of decay. Something like remorse slid across her face, and then she faced forward again, nodding to the dark.

"The grocery store," she replied. "More to the point, the doctor's office that is on the second floor. Another friend could likely use better supplies." Though with Tear's ability, Renamon did not know if she necessarily needed it--but the girl had said she was a medic first. And to rely on abilities in this place would make one burn themselves out very quickly. The Digimon moved towards the door, bag in hand, intent on that goal. The laws of this universe, however, had another plan. Dark faded and lightened, giving a different sight to each pair of eyes. That of a familiar ceiling, a solid bed, and now, again, the colors of grey and yellow adorning them.

A friendly smiley face grinning up.

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