Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.

This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.

Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?

[Rita and Goku]

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[survives]

The redhead man's arrival seemed to be just what they'd been waiting for, judging by how Renamon started speaking then. Leanne took in everything she had to say before, with a small smile, nodding a greeting at Tear and Badou.

Four of them then, that was a good number. It was definitely more people than she'd ever had during a job. She couldn't say she knew how each of them would fare in a fight, but their prospects did seem good.

"Yeah, sounds good."

[strayfag]

Badou nodded at the other two. There wasn't really a way to guess at how they'd work together until they got into an actual fight, but no one looked like they were contemplating biting off his face for kicks, so this was already starting off a lot better than most of his team-ups.

He gave the sword a curious glance, but didn't question it. "I'm guessing the Institute Novelty Shop too much to hope for. Ready whenever you are."

[diamondstorm]

The females assented easily, and Badou agreed after a remark. Renamon smiled further at him. "Sadly, no. I'm explain when we get below. If you would all touch me for a moment," the Digimon said with no prelude. "And Leanne? Here's your warning."

Once all had reaching to touch a part of her, Renamon slid the ring out of the other breast pocket, the red gem shining for a moment. "...Brace yourselves," she added, with a moment of kindness instead of ill-humor. Thrusting her hand against the wall she had been leaning again, the gem broke, and the world fell out from under them.

[teleporting to here]