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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Ronixis laughed softly at the enthusiasm. It was good to see someone smiling. Everyone seemed so grim. Sure, he could remember all too well what had happened last week but the chance to see a little of the world outside the Institute wasn't something to be sniffed at and well, he'd never much held with pessimism. If you just assumed things would go badly, then they probably would.

He slid into the seat next to Kirk, setting the bag of food aside. It wasn't really anything he was particularly keen on eating. he'd wait until they got into town and have something there.

"I've been as well as can be expected," he said with a wry smile tugging the corners of his lips. "Yourself?"

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Kirk's grin didn't alter when Ronixis sat down, but the wry amusement in his eyes matched the man's smile. "Oh, well... haven't been mauled by anything recently." He leaned back as comfortably as he could in the bus seat, not feeling the slightest chafe against his skin from the fabric of his used clothes. He'd had the chance to look at his injuries this morning while changing: the deep cuts, just a few days old, now looked like month-old scars.

He didn't, however, expect that those would remain his only marks for long. Kirk's own paper bag of snacks already rested on the seat between of them, and he picked it up the moment Ronixis set his down, figuring he might as well get a bite to eat before they were forced into... whatever.

"But I'm leaving my schedule open for the opportunity. What's this Doyleton place like, do you know?"

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[Ugh, I am so fail, sorry -_-]

"That seems to be about as good as it gets, depressing as that thought is," Ronixis replied, matching Kirk's smile. No injuries was a good thing in his mind, since he lacked access to either a healer or healing items. What he wouldn't give for some of those berries right now. He somehow got the impression that the everyday varieties wouldn't quite cut the mustard here. Hell, they wouldn't even at home.

"Well, the overriding memory that I have of it is from the night where an awful lot of it seemed to be burning and overridden with walking corpses." He paused, shaking his head. "Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear myself say. But otherwise, it's a small town, no big chains which surprised me, very insular, I thought."