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Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard
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With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.
Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.
At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.
Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.
With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.
Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.
At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.
Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.
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The relative stillness beneath her indicated they were safe, at least from that clicking bug. Their adversary had been resilient to Renamon's attack, but it was Toph's lack of, well, anything that bothered the girl. Controlling the earth had been so ingrained; Toph felt strange without it. Sure, she had gone in this fashion several times in her misadventures with the Avatar, but this was the first instance there was no explanation.
Aside from the institute, of course.
Toph let out an annoyed breath. "Guess those guys were right about giant bugs," she muttered angrily before realizing the previous silence held more than what was considered natural. "Oh, hey. You okay?"
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She was fine with the girl affording her her pride from the injury. "I'm fine. Nothing that will slow me down that much." Still holding the cloth to it, she rotated her shoulder so it wouldn't get stiff. "If I didn't think the poison would be worse than the other injuries that could be sustained, I wouldn't have left that thing for others to deal with."
She didn't know why she felt like explaining her actions. She wasn't used to running from fights. She looked at the sky for a moment, remorseful that she couldn't stay outside. "We should continue on."
[to here]
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Toph had a point, and Renamon had been thinking the same thing. She wasn't happy leaving it roaming the corridors, but even with their makeshift weapons, there wasn't a high chance of success. And though it had slowed, her shoulder was still lightly bleeding.
She breathed in, enjoying the night air, when their solution appeared in her eyesight. How simple. "There's another door to leave from."
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It also sounded as though they had another way inside. "Sweet," she muttered. "Hopefully, it'll stay there." Not only for their safety but also for others nearby. No one needed to run across that thing.
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Oh, well. Places to go. The file room might hold more answers than what she'd already found.
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[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/404856.html?thread=32374136#t32374136).]
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Yohji slipped out into the greenhouse yard, pausing to listen for anything that might be moving before flicking on his flashlight and taking a better look around. It seemed empty for now at least. He waied for Omi to slip up beside him and hen headed across the courtyard quickly, sticking to the walls as much as he could.
He reached the wall and turned back to face Omi. "What do you think? Can we get over it?"
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He missed his goggles almost as much as he missed his explosives.
He eyed the outside wall. It might not be easy, but it should be doable, so he nodded. "I think so. Give me a boost, first. I don't want to go over the wall and find myself jumping into a moat or something."
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But this was a good sound. It was the sound of prey. And so the five giant bats took flight, their decaying bodies swooping over the walls and down upon the unsuspecting assassins, screeching loudly as they descended upon the boy who had just recently been eyeing the wall.
[David]
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He paused, hearing an odd beating sound approaching that he could quite place. It sounded like... wings?
Before he could react, the bats were there, heading for them, especially Omi. Yohji pulled out the knife and lunched for them, lashing out with the blade in the hope of catching a couple of wings. Enough damage to get them out of the air maybe.
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He dodged back into a roll, coming up in a crouch far enough away to give Yohji room to move without hitting Omi in the process. A pair of pens were already leaving his hand as he settled into the crouch, even as he tried to find the animals again with his flashlight beam, to be replaced by his own knife. If there was one thing he'd learned at Landel's, it was that nothing stayed at a distance very long.
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Hitsugaya stepped outside and circled the greenhouse so that his back was to the greenhouse and he was facing the wall. There was a spot on the wall that looked scalable for someone his size, but first a quick survey of the area was in order. "I'll go first," Hitsugaya said. "Then help you up. Meanwhile you keep a lookout for anything coming and alert me immediately if something so much as rustles nearby." He carefully wrapped his sword back into its impromptu sheath and tied it to his back, then handed his flashlight to Artemis. His heart raced wildly. Would they actually be able to pull it off? To get out of landel's against the doctor's wishes?
He put his hands against the wall, found a crack wide enough for him to get a grip, and began to pull and push his way up the surface.
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He honed all of his senses into watching and listening, barely daring to breathe. His heart, however, was racing. They were almost out, weren't they? With the barrier down, there wasn't much that Landel could do to stop them from running into whatever lay beyond and never come back.
Out. Freedom. He'd been here too long to not feel a small thrill of victory.
Laugh all you want, Landel. This is check and mate.
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The tempests spun in a circle around the two figures, silent save for the flapping of their silvery wings and the occasional buzz of the element they harnessed. A light, quick bolt struck the wall next to Hitsugaya's hand - a warning of what was to come.
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Even though the Captain had said his blade wouldn't do any good, he still drew it. He felt safer with a honed piece of metal between him and practically invisible enemies. How were they supposed to fight... whatever this was?
"So I'm just to dodge these things, Captain?" Artemis said nervously. "Everything up until now has been rather solid..."
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There was a little bit of moonlight, much easier to see by than the dark interior of the institute. Though he'd played the game enough times in the past, Allen didn't want either of them to get wise to the fact that he was a cheat. He continued to play the part of the innocent rookie. "You w-want us to play what?" he asked, feigning surprise.
"That... that seems terribly inappropriate..." he added innocently. And if there was just a tiny hint of darkness in the way he smiled as he shuffled the cards... well, he hadn't perfected his poker face just yet.
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The experience on the train immediately came to mind, where Tyki and his two human friends had been stripped all the way to their underwear. Granted, they had completely underestimated the boy, but that still left the fact that he was a merciless card shark. One that had easily defeated the three of them combined.
But there was no way Tyki could escape this with his dignity intact; a real man wasn't going to run from a card game. And did he want to? Probably not. Didn't he say he had wanted to play another card game before he had tried to kill the boy? It was another chance, even though that might as well end up with him in his underwear instead of Allen Walker. He'd have to see when they were actually playing, he guessed.
"Don't act so innocent, boy." Tyki remarked, knowing enough to see through the boy's facade. At least he knew better than to be fooled by his innocent act twice. 'Inappropriate'. Some 15-year-old kid making adults take off their clothing, that was inappropriate.
"Well, let's get started already."
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Rhode knew she was a perfect little angel though. The Earl told her so! Though he did say she shouldn't be so boyish. Whatever.
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"Five card draw?" he asked with a wide-eyed, boyish smile. Allen seated himself quickly and began dealing the cards. He'd already managed to sneak a couple of good ones into his hand just by shuffling the deck carefully.
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One might think it'd be weird to have a card game in the middle of a monster-infested hospital, but the Noah didn't really care. He was too occupied to figure out a way to not end up stripped down to his boxers.
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The hall wasn't too long, and when they reached the end, Kagura hesitantly pushed the door open. She checked the skies first, looking for any of those nasty bugs from the last time she'd been outside with Bridget, but there was no sign of them.
She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped outside.
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“What if going over the wall isn’t actually an escape?” He asked. While it seemed like a logical thing to do, it didn’t mean it would solve the problem. “You might have escaped, but you would still be stuck in this realm and with no way of getting home. There could always be something worse out there to deal with.”
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She crossed her arms and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if coming here had been a waste after all. "It has to be," she told him, "if we could get to town then... then I could call someone. My family is in this world... I'm... I'm almost sure."
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“I may be trapped in mortal flesh but it is not my true form! I’ve been stripped of my powers and true form and bound to this useless sack of flesh by whatever powers that dragged me to this ball of dust!” Puffing up his chest, the Night Rune narrowed his eyes as he barked. “And what would that knowledge of your appearance change hmm?! My name is who I am. I physically take on the appearance of a sword to help fight against those vile undead creatures just so then you useless humans can sleep at night despite it being my power that lets the creatures of the night live in the first place.”
Forcing out a ragged breath to calm him down, the Sword shook his head and snorted softly in annoyance. It wouldn’t do either of them any good for him to lose his temper. Besides, he hadn’t come all the way out here not look at the stars – that was the whole reason for heading out tonight.
“Who’s to say you’re even in the same realm as your home?” He questioned. Levelling Kagura with his amber gaze, the Star Dragon Sword studied the young woman quietly for a moment, before he turned his attention away. “Although I suppose there’s no harm in testing to see if your theories are correct.”
How Kagura intended to ‘call’ them was beyond his knowledge. This place seemed far too advanced to use carrier pigeons to deliver messages, but what else was there?
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