Day 47: Sun Room [2nd shift]

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Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room. He told himself it was so that he could watch the bulletin, him still being fairly new and needing all the information he could get, but the thought rang hollow.

The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.

Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.

(for Sheena)

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[diamondstorm]

One thing could be said about the man; he absorbed knowledge well. He took it, whether to use or just to consider. It was an intelligent action, and Renamon respected it. In the same beat, she could question the laughter. There didn't seem to be any hostility in it or traces of mocking... Other than that Renamon couldn't determine the cause. A human characteristic perhaps. For the name however... "Just Renamon."

Anything else the Digimon might have said disappeared fluidly at Badou's name. Her eyes widened briefly in recognition. "Badou, yes. He's one of the individuals I've been working with." Little else would be said until she determined this man's relationship to Badou. "He's talented."

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"He has his moments, doesn't he?" Usually fueled by the want of nicotine. Though Mihai would've liked to say he wouldn't have a problem keeping up with one of Badou's fits, he knew that statement was probably truer ten years ago. Still, he wouldn't do too badly.

Something about Renamon's statement struck him though, and Mihai silently worked it over in his mind. Of course he still didn't remember just what happened during the collapse of the concert hall, so it might be nothing. But Badou had been in that same disaster, with a severe gunshot wound. So how was it possible that he'd be up and active before Mihai? Searching for cigarettes might have been one thing, but hospitals weren't exactly known for their smoker friendly policies. Though that might have provided it's own motivation, he supposed.

Still... "How is he doing? Do you know how long he's been awake?" Mihai's healed arm certainly couldn't be disregarded, but Badou wouldn't be foolish enough to move around with such a severe injury unhealed. At least, Mihai hoped not. Certainly no one had figured out to dangle a cigarette from a stick to make him run errands.

...

Mihai decided then that finding Badou would be his priority, for the sake of not only his friend, but also of innocent bystanders everywhere.

[diamondstorm]

Nothing sinister rolled off of her conversation partner, but one could never be sure. The Digimon stuck to the basics. "He was fine the last I saw him." Awake instead of simply here was a strange expression, but she didn't read into it. "He's been here a bit over a week, that I know of. It could be more."

There were no harm in these statements, and as distrustful as Renamon was, there was no evidence pointing to hostility. Still the matter remained. "Might I wonder how you know Badou?"

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Now that things had fallen back in the realm of little-to-no sense, Mihai turned his head to take another look around. This time he saw a familiar unruly head of hair, though it might not be worth hoping that Haine had been of much help. Mihai still knew little about him, after all.

"We're friends." She hadn't reacted to Mihai's name, so it was probable Renamon wasn't involved with the mafia or it's disputes. Even if she was, few would be bold enough to go after anyone Mihai considered anything beyond acquaintance. And even Badou had an impressive reputation, until a person got too good a look at his methods. Turning back to Renamon, Mihai tried to confirm what bothered him most. "You're sure it's been that long? I seem to have a rather large gap in my memory." He again laughed, though his amusement was at himself. "I'm really feeling my age today, it seems."

[diamondstorm]

Friends. The claim seemed plausible, however one couldn't take words at face value. The man himself changed the subject, allowing Renamon to focus back on facts, and shift away from the probability of trust. "Yes. It definitely has."

She blinked, tilting her head slightly. "That's another point," the Digimon said. "Time. Believable or not, we come from different points in time. For insistence; you could come from Badou's future." This was already glancing on space-time theories, and Renamon didn't know if she'd rather or rather not explain the fact of multiple worlds yet again. There were too many theories in that, and the comfortability of explaining to children versus adults was showing. Regardless, if Mihai touched on it, she would answer.