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Dayshift 49: Bus 2

Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at the tanned skin that was her right arm. If something happened this time... She would be more useful. Her mind replayed the events of last week, and Renamon stilled, considering.

There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?

[for Haseo!]

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Ugghhh! Dammit! The night before had gone all wrong! Sechs barely learned anything to help him deal with that damn drug sitting in his spine! So far, all that Sechs gained from his visit with ZEX was that sooner or later, he was gonna have to get "the talk". It was still something he couldn't totally grasp and he needed to get that fixed. Sechs couldn't stop berating himself for being such an oblivious cuddle toy for the admiral! Although, he wasn't sure if he liked that sort of interaction or not... That didn't matter now. What was more important to him was that he didn't learn the battle skills he needed! Damn! What a waste!

When Sechs grumbled and mumbled his way out from under the bed covers, the Replica was struck with a whole new problem. His roommate was still absent! His bed was untouched and there were no signs of him having left the room before Sechs woke up! Sechs frowned at the empty, immaculate bed; this was getting serious now!

"Where the hell are you Will?!" Sechs growled as he scrambled out of his messy bed. Screw this! Sechs wasn't letting his roommate sneak off from him without a final battle! He was going to have to find a way to drag him back!

And with that, Sechs ransacked his roommate's closet, taking everything he could get his hands on, especially the deadly machete, carried it all within his arms, and then unceremoniously dumped them into his closet! There! Once he got a chance to visit the message board, Sechs was going to post a little ransom note for his dear roommate! Will couldn't possibly ignore the fact that Sechs had stolen his stuff, he was sure to crawl out from hiding and come after Sechs! They had unfinished business to attend to anyways! Will wouldn't let that opportunity slip by! ....Right?

Yet another wrench got thrown into Sechs' plans with the arrival of a nurse and her escort of orderlies, and he was quickly reminded that today they were going on that dreaded field trip... With the threat of sedation and the steely glares from the two towering orderlies, it wasn't long before Sechs found himself roughly herded between the two men towards the buses wearing a new set of attire. A dark blue shirt showing some weird cat on a rail (http://images3.cafepress.com/product/258184793v15_480x480_Front_Color-Royal.jpg), a pair of baggy jeans (which kept slipping down his hips, despite the belt that came with it) and a warm black coat with a matching scarf. Sechs had the feeling he was going to have a cold and lousy day again...

It took a bit more rough handling from the staff before the Replica would step foot on the bus. Sechs didn't want to go back to that deadbeat town again! Not after what happened...last time... It was just one fucking thing after another! With his lunch bag clutched in one hand, and his chin glumly perched on the other, all Sechs could do was hatefully brood out the window. No shit better not happen today...!

Was it Doyleton day again already? That meant Teisel had been here for...two weeks, exactly. He'd been on the Colossus dig site longer than that, but the fact remained that he needed to redouble his efforts. Donning his 'outside' outfit of a green sweater and jeans (now with an additional dark green jacket--the nurse did realize that he'd wear other colors besides green, right?) he let himself be herded onto a bus.

Spying Sechs, he shimmied down the narrow aisle and plopped down into the seat beside him. "Hey, kid. What's shakin'?" Sechs looked to be in a low mood, and while Teisel had plenty of those himself, he had little patience for it at the moment. "You got a toothache or something?"

Sechs felt himself jolt up slightly when a much larger weight plunked down on the seat cushion. It didn't take much for Sechs to know who had just sat beside him; just the grey strands of hair getting into Sechs' face and the telltale voice were enough.

Still frowning, but not with as much resentment as he had a moment ago, Sechs brushed away some of the stray hairs poking into his ear and looked up at his seat mate. "Huh? Oh, hey Teisel."

Lifting his chin off his hand, Sechs gave a nonchalant shake of his scruffy head. "Nah... Not a toothache." More like an ego-ache in Sechs' opinion! "Tried getting some combat tips from someone last night, but uh... it didn't work out the way I wanted it..."

"And, uh... You doing alright?" Sechs added, trying not to let his awkwardness over what he revealed to Teisel the last time they spoke get in the way. "Looking forward to this dumb trip?"

"Eh? Well, that's how it goes sometimes." Teisel shrugged. He wanted a bomb or six, but you didn't see him moping about his many nighttime failures.

His face darkened momentarily at Sechs' question before brightening again. "I'm doing," he said, "fantastic." After all, a Bonne couldn't be kept down. His luck had to change sooner or later. "And of course I'm looking forward to it, don't be stupid!" Why wouldn't they all be happy to leave the asylum? "There's always something to find if you keep your eyes open, kid. They can't hide everything from us."

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he allowed a smile to curl his lips. "Maybe there's even one of those 'airplanes' stashed somewhere I haven't found yet." True, there didn't seem to be any airships here, which was still hard to swallow, but he'd learned that they had their own sorts of flying machines on this backward island...continent...thing. If one of them was in Doyleton, then his troubles would be over.

Huh. So it was normal to get cuddles instead of spars sometimes then? Teisel must have come from some real strange places...

The Replica blinked at the sudden onslaught of enthusiasm from Teisel. Man, the guy could really perk up when things were so lousy, couldn't he? "Yeah, I guess you're right there," he sullenly agreed, feeling just a tad perked up himself but was still on edge over what happened during the last field trip...

"Long as it doesn't involve dead people..." Sechs quietly added to himself (and he wasn't talking about the zombies) before another one of the pirate's stray hairs poked into Sechs' nose. Giving out a snort, Sechs waved the annoying strand away. Dang it, if only he had a pair of scissors...

A spark of interest flashed in the Replica's golden eyes. "You can man an airplane?" Sechs found himself pondering over the prospect of escaping by air as well, reminding him of the empty skies between the Scrapyard and Tiphares. "Can't say I can. Where I come from, nothing is allowed to fly. Even birds get shot down."

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"Of course I'm right!" Teisel knew what was what, after all, though it was always nice to have that fact confirmed. "You never know, today could be the big day." He didn't notice how his hair was torturing Sechs, not that he'd have cared if he had. And so, when his instincts told him now would be a good time for a roguish flip of his ponytail, he did so.

Sechs was good company today, even if he was being sort of a wet blanket. "Can I man an airplane? Ha!" He grinned. "You should have seen what I could do with the Gesselschaft, rest her soul." That had been one hell of an airship. Ah well. When he got home, they could rebuild her better than ever, of that he was certain. "An airplane can't be that challenging." True, he'd never actually seen one, and he only had a loose idea of what exactly it was and how it differed from an airship, but how hard could it be, really?

It took a moment for Sechs' last statement to register in Teisel's brain as anything more than gibberish. When it finally did, he was stunned. "Nothing?! What kind of crazy, backwards place do you come from, anyway?" Not even birds? What the hell else was a poor, innocent little bird supposed to do? "Everyone flies back home; it's the only way to get around." He tried again to wrap his mind around the concept of being completely earthbound forever and failed. Stuck on the ground, trapped and unable to just...leave when you wanted to? What kind of life was that? "I've lived most of my life in the air. I mean, I've only been here two weeks and I'm starting to itch! How can you stand it?"

There was a flash of grey in the corner of Sechs' eye. Oh crap. Teisel was whipping his hair towards his face! Sechs moved to dodge the grey mass--

Whack!

"Dammit Teisel!" Sechs growled behind the thick, muffling hair, "Watch where you shove that hair of yours!" Grumbling and cursing, Sechs pushed the pony tail away, only to get some spare hairs flitting back to pester his face. "Don't make me shut the window on it!" Yeah, Sechs could certainly hope this was "the big day"; then he wouldn't have to be shoved into crowded buses with big huge people with even bigger, huger hair anymore!

"The Scrapyard and Tiphares, that's what!" Sechs replied, "The bastards who rule everything don't allow it. You see uh..." He thoughtfully scratched his head. How was he going to explain this...?

"Picture this big floating city that's supposed to be a Utopia, alright? Then underneath it is a factory city called the Scrapyard, which is where Tiphares dumps all their trash." Sechs explained as he held one fist above an open hand to describe the two cities. "Everyone who lives on the ground isn't supposed to go to Tiphares; they're pretty strict about keeping the hierarchy straight. So if someone tries to sneak into Tiphares, whether through the elevator tubes or by flight..." Sechs then made the beheaded gesture past his throat, along with an unpleasant sound to describe the common punishment for such offenders.

"So they don't take any chances, not even with birds." Sechs made a casual shrug, "Someone could make a mechanical bird, stuff their brain in it and then try to fly to Tiphares or something. So yeah, anything that flies gets shot down, usually by a Netman."

Sechs leaned back against the seat and gazed at the scenery blurring past the window. "It must be nice to just fly where ever you want," he remarked before checking his lunch bag to see what lousy baby food he got this time, "Was that Gesselschaft of yours a battle ship too?"

"More like you watch where you shove your face! It was right in my way!" Teisel may have been in a good mood today, but no one insulted the hair. "And you can keep your grubby hands off of it--it just got washed."

He listened to Sechs describe his home with mounting disgust. "What the hell? Where do they get off, locking people out like that? You know what I'd do," he went on, relishing the mental image of that proud city going up in flames, "I'd sic the family on it, see how they like a taste of the ol' Bonne cannons!" Folks should be able to come and go when and wherever they pleased. Anything less wasn't decent.

Starting in on his bagel, Teisel grinned. "It's great! Going to a new place all the time, exploring..." He paused to swallow. The bagel was a little dry, even with the cream cheese. "And when you're out over open ocean, you can just stand on the upper deck and let the wind whip your hair around. It's the best." God, he wanted to go home so badly.

"Hey!" he growled back, wiping off some of the spare hairs clinging to his cheek, "Why would I want to put my face in your hair?! To smell the flowery shampoo you washed it with? Gimme a break...!"

Unearthing yet another muffin from the lunch bag, Sechs groaned to himself and was about to dump the stupid thing back into the bag when he heard his stomach growl even louder. He really didn't want to eat this stuff... After a few sniffs and nibbles, the muffin barely passed the test and the Replica found just enough tolerance to consume it.

Chewing on the muffin, Sechs grinned at Teisel's statement. "Heh heh, I'd like to see ya try!" he chuckled, "Tiphares isn't such a great place as it makes up to be, and blowing it up isn't as easy as it sounds. Lots of people tried to bring it down."

He thoughtfully chewed for a moment, remembering one good example of Tiphares under siege. "There used to be this renegade group called Barjack," he added after gulping down food, "they were lead by a giant samurai robot named Master Den." Chomping off another piece of the muffin, Sechs found himself reminiscing over the powerful centaur-like warrior. "Pretty tough guy, that Den. He was really pissed off about how Tiphares was treating the ground dwellers."

He paused to take another bite out of his breakfast. "He and the Barjacks were pretty close to shooting it down... At least, that was until Ketheres, this city above Tiphares out in orbit, the real ruler of everything... intervened."

And then the AR TUNED agents finished off what was left of Barjack that day. The same series Sechs was a part of...

"Really? That sounds pretty cool!" Sechs replied after swallowing the last bit of his muffin. Grabbing out the juice box, Sechs quietly grumbled to himself, "As long as I don't get any windswept hair in my face!"

He loudly sucked the juice through the straw. "Lots of oceans where you come from, huh?" he asked, "I've never really seen the ocean myself. It's mostly just dry lands and canyons around the Scrapyard. You might run into the occasional farmland and ruins of a city that used to be around, but otherwise it's not much to look at."

"And what's wrong with the way my hair smells, huh?" The kid was cruising for trouble at this rate. Teisel was bound and determined not to have this day ruined, and if he had to beat a certain someone to a pulp to succeed then he would.

His ire was somewhat calmed when Sechs continued on about that nifty mid-air city. Those Barjacks sounded like his kind of people. It sounded like they weren't around anymore, though, if Sechs' glum tone meant anything. What a shame. "In orbit, eh? We just found something kinda like that back home." What a weird coincidence. He wondered if Tron had managed to get her rocket working yet. That space station was probably worth exploring, even if it was infested with Rock Caskett...

"It is," Teisel said fondly. "It's the only way to live. I never could understand the islanders that just stay home their whole lives. Boring."

To someone from Terra, hearing a question about oceans was a little bizarre. Sechs may as well have asked if they had lots of air. "Lots of oceans? I guess you could say that. Whole planet's pretty much covered by it." He still just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of dry land as far as the eye could see, but he was starting to learn not of argue about it. "Sounds weird. We have ruins all over the place, too. Mostly underground or underwater." As different as their respective homes seemed, there did appear to be some similarities, too.

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