Dayshift 49: Bus 2

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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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...Yes, more like someone from her world than anything. The disbelief was noted and added to that. How was she supposed to reply? Perhaps it was the surprise from the night before, but the Digimon just raised an eyebrow in partial amusement. Card games. If this one only knew just how she played. "It works the same way it does for others here," she answered dryly. "Placing one in a body not their own." The corner of her mouth quirked. "And I can fight without cards."

And if they were going to touch on that, she could ask the same. The markings weren't something normally seen. It could be cultural, but it could be something else. She touched a finger beneath her eye, on the purple marking there. "Are those normal where you come from?"

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"Okay," Haseo said blandly, absent-mindedly tugging to loosen his tie beneath the coat and extra layer provided by the scarf. She soundly had him with the "being in a different body" thing, even if he was still... understandably skeptical. But whatever, maybe he would have at another point in time, but right now he didn't feel like arguing with a girl he'd met only a few minutes beforehand. A girl who might be needing the skills she said she had just to survive leaving the town they were heading towards.

And she had him even more with questioning his wavemarks. "No," he answered, once more reluctant. A beat passed, but then he went on anyway. If she was going to play the 'I'm a member of a fictional species' game, then his story wasn't that much more far-fetched. "I was playing the online game 'The World' before I woke up here. This body is my character's."

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He said also less than she did. The Digimon had to wonder if it was a personality trait or a result of something that had happened. Either way, he wasn't arguing or trying to hide what he was either. Though the explanation for that....

Online game. Body of his character. She knew nothing about any of that, though in truth it could have been in her world and she might not have known. But the extra aspects made this person more interesting. She chanced a question, one that was perhaps obvious. But she had to check. Neutrally, she wondered, "An online game... Perhaps like a digital world, then?"