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damned_institute2008-07-14 03:13 am
diamondstorm) wrote in damned_institute2008-07-14 03:13 am
Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard
[from here]
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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“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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She shrugged helplessly. It really didn't make much sense at all. "And if you're so upset about having to fight... the undead," she said with no small amount of disbelief, "then why don't you just use your power to put them back to rest?"
It didn't seem like it was worth arguing about, so she focused on the important part, getting out of this place. As they approached the fence, she crouched to pick up a small rock. "Well... well this place seems a lot like my home world. They talk the same, and the buildings are the same... and... and one of my relatives is a doctor here."
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The Night Rune’s anger melted away in the next moment, and with a sigh, he shook his head and explained. “To do such things would upset the balance of the planet. Everything has a path they must tread, and if the night creatures divert from their chosen path action must be taken. They have as much right to live and walk the planet as any other species.”
Following after Kagura as she made her way over towards the fence, the Star Dragon Sword stopped beside her and peered up at the high wall. It was pretty tall considering his current height, and he inwardly grumbled at the situation he was in. If he was still in his original form then it wouldn’t have been any problem – he simply would have flew over the wall – but as he was now, he’d have to probably use other means to climb it. The Night Rune paused in his thoughts at her last words, and with a sharp glance down to Kagura, he asked. “One of your relatives works here?”
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She didn't comment on the other part. She knew enough about fate and destiny to understand what he meant. Sometimes she wondered if such things really could be changed.
Without another word, she threw the rock and watched as it sailed over the fence. Not once coming into contact with anything like a barrier. Maybe there wasn't one on this side of the building? She only hesitated a moment before she set to climbing the fence. "He's a doctor," she said with an unladylike grunt. "But he didn't recognize me when I saw him. I think... I think maybe they've done something to make him forget."
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He listened to her speak about the situation with this doctor friend of hers, and it left him wondering over just what was going on. He hadn’t yet had any meetings with these so called ‘doctors’, but he hardly wanted one either. What did he need to see a healer for anyway?
“Perhaps he is in a similar situation as the rest of us.” The Star Dragon Sword suggested as he began to follow up the fence behind her. “He could be brainwashed more severely than those patients who turn against us every other night.”
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"I guess that could be," she said of her cousin, though she had a hard time believing it. Hatori was the one who made people forget things, it didn't happen to him. She hadn't heard of anyone else having a power like that at least. "I'm not sure what to think of it."
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“I will go first and see if it’s safe to follow.” He hardly wanted Kagura to get injured, and so without waiting for a reply, the Star Dragon Sword leapt over to the other side of the fence.
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