Night 61: Main Hallway, 1-West

[madeinthehrl]

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The main hall was dead quiet as Soma rounded the corner. The last few nights, this place had been bustling with fellow patients; the sudden calm was very nearly unnerving.

Still, she tried to put it out of her mind. Marie didn't sense anything out of the ordinary--yet.

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o i c..........

[diamondstorm]

Her eyebrows arched higher. He was certainly enjoying this.... Though by now Renamon wasn't sure how much was purposeful and how much was an accident. Best to play along and continue the game. The Digimon shifted her weight slightly, leaning on one hip. "It'd take a bit more for me to 'swoon', Badou. You'd have to aim higher than an inanimate wall."

That said, she still nodded to him, and leaned against the wall to wait for Leanne. "It wasn't a problem. I'll see you tomorrow." Did she have a reason to? She thought belatedly. The aspect if the guns were there again, and likely there were things she hadn't went over with-- Ah. Castiel's report. "I actually have something for you to look over. So I'll look for you."

Be safe, was the unsaid.

goodbye my heart.......

[strayfag]

He would have raised his hands in mock-surrender if he wasn't holding a gun in one of them, so instead he waved as he turned to go.

"Sure, I'll see you then."

Be safe went without saying.

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au revoir my sweet.....

[diamondstorm]

She watched the man go, then turned her attentions elsewhere once he was further away. If she could meet with Leanne and ask her if she wanted to come with, and if so or not, actually get to the town and take a rough inventory of things, this night would keep to a success.

The Digimon settled her sights at the opening to the female halls, and waited quietly.

[survives]

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Eyes wide, Leanne jumped, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot reaching her ears. What in the... Sure, a gun was exactly the reason she was coming here in the first place, but actually hearing one? That wasn't exactly something she'd been expecting, nor something she'd heard before in her short time in the institute.

Shaking her head, she broke into a light jog and moved into the hall.

Whoever had shot the gun didn't seem to be anywhere around anymore, but she did soon catch sight of just the person she was looking for. "Renamon!" She greeted the girl, keeping her voice soft, as all thoughts of just where that sound had come from temporarily left her mind.

[diamondstorm]

A few moments after the man had left, Leanne came up. Her greeting was nearly inaudible with the ringing still present in Renamon's eyes, but it was more or less easy to guess. The Digimon gave a small smile, straightening off the wall shifting through her pack. "You look well," she said casually as her hand found the second gun. She pulled it out, and as with Badou, handed it carefully to the girl, grip first. "And this is yours.

"I'm actually going back to the town I got these from," she added, hand still shifting through the bag. Her fingers touched metal, and she pulled out the extra clip, offering it to Leanne as well. "To see if the town refreshes supplies like the institute does." Renamon rezipped the bag, slinging it back over her shoulder. "If you're not otherwise busy, do you want to come?"

[ again it is this type of gun (glock), with the clip in the gun and the extra clip each holding 17 rounds. ]

[survives]

Slowly, almost reverently, Leanne reached for the gun. Carefully testing its weight in her hand, she switched to holding it with both hands, before moving it back to her right hand.

Perfect.

The feeling that came over her then, that giddy, confident feeling: it probably should have worried her, made her question just how having a weapon like this could make her feel like that. But she just couldn't find it in her to even wonder for more than a passing moment, not with everything this meant.

This was something she could have some control over, something she could do.

"Thanks, Renamon," she said softly, finally coming back to the real world as she reached for clip as well. "I really appreciate it."

At the girl's offer, Leanne nodded, instantly sure of her answer. "Yeah, I'll go. It could really help us, right?"

[diamondstorm]

While the weapon was one the Digimon would not willingly use, the expression on Leanne's face was one Renamon could find familiar. Something known and wanted, able to give a better control over one's fate. It was something she respected, for that reasoning, and she made no comment on what she saw. Instead, she inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. "You're welcome," she gave after a beat of hesitation. The words were strange to her lips. "It wasn't a problem."

And Leanne, true to the other times Renamon had interacted with her, rose wholeheartedly to what had been offered. The Digimon smiled, pleased. "It could. It would be good to know if the supplies of the town replenish as much as the items in these halls." That, as well-- She still needed to check for supplies for another if at all possible. "If you're sure..." she started, reaching into the front pocket of the black jacket worn, shoulder shifting the bag higher up. Her other hand extended, bladed knuckle pointing downward. "Touch my hand."

[survives]

Leanne hesitated, raising her eyebrows. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd heard that right or if the gunshot was still affecting her hearing somehow. (It... wouldn't have been the first time she'd heard something completely different because of that, to say the least.) Touch my hand? What did that have to do with anything? What exactly Renamon could be hoping to accomplish by that... She must have had some reason for it.

In any case, there was nothing to it. She couldn't say just what the reason for it was, but Leanne had chosen to trust Renamon, had seen absolutely nothing that would indicate her trust was misplaced. There wasn't even really a question of what she'd do. Smiling brightly, she stretched out her arm, touching the fingers of her free hand to that of the other girl's. "I told ya! I'm definitely sure."

[diamondstorm]

...So she said. Renamon nodded, the quietest smirk present. Nothing cruel in the expression, but still-- She would be curious to see how the girl would take to the usage of the ring. "This may feel a bit strange," she gave in a murmur. In all honesty, if she hadn't experienced it before, it might make the girl feel ill. But still. A means to an end.

The Digimon drew out her hand, the ring grasped between her fingers, and crushed the gem against the wall. The world swirled around them and faded to dark.

[teleporting here]