damned_institute | Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West

[from here]

It looked like the hallway opened up over here. Guess he couldn't expect to just run around and follow a linear corridor forever, but now he had to figure out which way he wanted to go. Normally, he'd just run down whatever hallway he happened to lay eye on first, but again, he was running a liiittle blind here.

He still wasn't seeing any people anywhere. Maybe everyone was hiding. If everyone knew the staff turned into monsters and tried to eat them, then it'd make sense that they'd try to keep low. Thankfully, he'd be taking care of whatever was wandering around this place, so they wouldn't have to stay hiding for long. Once that was done, they could blast their way out of there and he could find his way back to the others. Couldn't keep everyone waiting on account of him, right?

[running across Rita, The Trickster, and hopefully, a freaking flashlight]

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And then things took a turn for the weird. "Whuh?" Beelzemon gave the other Digimon a confused look, totally drawing a blank.

"I didn' see you then. ...Did I?" He couldn't remember anything happening last night. Not just like when the night ended here. He'd just gotten a little ways out from his room, and then poof! Nothing.

Then an uncomfortable worry crept up on him. "...Did I do anything bad last night?" If he couldn't remember, there was no telling what he might've done. Maybe he went crazy again and just didn't remember it, but he really, really hoped not.

Something cold slid through her. If it was the institute that had touched him... But she would take her feelings and turn it into resolve. There was nothing more to do, than to continue. Before that, however, she needed to clarify. Renamon stepped closer, shaking her head once clearly. "You did. And no. You were the opposite."

She understood the need for reassurance, from this place, and their past, but it still pressed at her. Her mouth thinned even as she continued. "You were helping a friend find his little sister. Who I had ran into and helped." With that, she gestured at her eye. She could explain in more details but for now. "What do you remember?"

[Augh, sorry, work knocked me out for a couple of days D8]

He had no clue how the hell to deal with the weird mix of relief and worry that hit right then. He'd done fine, he hadn't hurt anybody that didn't deserve to get hurt. But still, something had happened, and he couldn't remember it at all.

He shook his head. "Pretty much nothin'. I just left th' room, wandered a bit, then stopped ta think about where I was gonna go. Then..." He made a vague gesture with a gloved hand. "Wakin' up. That's it. Don' remember seeing ya, or anyone else. ...Who d'ya think did it?" Stuff like this didn't just happen on its own, obviously.

[no problem! ^^]

His response left her silent for a moment, musing over the options. There were few and far, and if not the institute, it was a patient. But there were far too many to narrow it down that way. More suspicious individuals, then. The red-haired man had spoke little. Was he supposed to be with that group? And even Lelouch gave room for doubt, in the same entire he was in. Hm.

"The institute or someone else," she replied. "It might be easier to see if you don't know any of the people you were with the night before, since suspicion would fall to them." A flawed method, but it remained. "There was myself and Nunnally, the small girl who was the one you were searching for, Lelouch, dressed unusually, and a red-haired man with matching eyes."

It was a relief that Renamon had some idea what to think or do, since he wasn't faring all that well, especially not after that big reveal. All it was doing for him was making him angry. Someone was gonna pay for this.

"Red's my roomie. Weird guy, but he ain't tried anything too crazy on me before." They didn't really get along well, but at least they hadn't started fighting yet. "Dunno the rest. ...I dunno why I was tryin' ta find th' kid neither. I mean, besides trying ta help if a kid was in trouble." At least he'd done something right when there was no way for him to remember it. He'd jumped to conclusions as soon as Renamon had said he'd been out doing stuff he couldn't recall, even though she'd mentioned the kid then too.

So the other Beelzemon already knew. Yet, the one she was sure he did know, he claimed otherwise. Strange. Suspicious, even, since she brought up the night before to the siblings and Lelouch hadn't said anything otherwise. But there was still the matter of memory. If it was only him, she would bet institute. The siblings and herself retained memory of the event, after all. And though she had never heard of the institute taking conscious memories--lapses of time were shown to only come when asleep--she couldn't write it off.

Otherwise, if that was wrong. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. "A question, then," she prompted, watching the other Digimon. "Did your roommate remember last night?"

She already knew the answer to this, truthfully. If the other had remembered, Beelzemon wouldn't have been so confused when Renamon spoke with him. She was the first one to refer to last night; she was almost completely sure of it.

"Hey, now that y'mention it, Heat was actin' kinda weird. Didn' say much, but that's normal." He couldn't really see the guy picking up a doll like that one, but somehow he'd ended up with the thing.

"And I got this bat outta nowhere too," he waved the thing around to emphasize, "An' don't remember, like I said."

Suspicion, with this Digimon, held firm. And so as Renamon thought and considered the options, something rose from memory. An interesting ability, she had thought at the time. And interesting that another would seek to use it against him. An ability to tell truth, after all, seemed little to blackmail someone with, though aspects of that letter held in her memory. Lelouch attempting to doing tests. And then denying others having holes in their memory.

There was no clear connection she could make from that, other than a deep suspicion. Everything about the boy last night was called into question, and the wording used from before gave her pause. It could have just been a turn of phrase to assuage innocence, but as it held, it called too close. It had only been the three of them before Renamon and Nunnally joined. And if neither of the two had memories and Lelouch did....

She crossed her arms in habit. "All right..." she responded slowly. "Answer two more, and then I won't bother you any longer." She still didn't know if she had been interrupting. "You don't know a person named Lelouch?" And more suspiciously- "Does your roommate go by 'N-1' at all that you know of?" Numbers seemed too much like a group formation. Like something planned.

Beelzemon shrugged, giving Renamon a smile. "Waddaya talking about, you ain't bothering me! I can't figure this stuff out by myself, so yer helping!" He'd probably never find out what happened if it wasn't for Renamon, even though he sort of didn't want to admit it.

"I dunno him, and nah. He's Heat, that's all he's said." Almost literally, it was one of the few things the guy had actually said the whole time they'd been sharing a room.

Then it was that simple. Renamon needed to speak with the only one of the group that held memories of last night. "All right," she responded. "I'll try to get information about why you're missing your memories. I have an idea of where to start."

And that wasn't possible at the moment, so Renamon needed something else to occupy her time with. Her eyes slid again to the other Digimon. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Thanks, pal," Beelzemon replied, but his enthusiasm was a little off. Didn't matter what he was doing when he couldn't remember, someone had to pay for doing that to him and his roomie.

"Honestly, I got no clue. I was just gonna go exploring." It had seemed like a decent enough idea, especially when he was used to just wandering around unfamiliar places.

The response given got a quirk of her mouth in response. Beelzemon was, in the end, Beelzemon. Even with the characteristic reply, Renamon heard the undercurrent through it. She would see to it that she received answers in some way. After everything else, memories were too fragile to simply be brushed away.

An empty night offered some room for ideas though. "Mind if I join you then?" The Digimon offered. "I was going to search upstairs, or the basement, or outside--if you have a preference?"

[I fail so hard @_@ we can backthread stuff, if you'd like to get things done tonight]

"Sure," Beelzemon smiled, trying to force himself to cheer up. "Don't care. They all sound good ta me!" Which meant he really had no clue what was where, but hey. No point not finding out, right?

[no worries!~ I didn't really have anything in mind for tonight. =)]

If the other Digimon had no preference, Renamon would tend towards outside herself. The fact remained the the night air gave some sort of comfort, even in this place. And if it was possible to find something out there, that quarry maybe, or something of the type--even that town might hold things of use.

She offered a small smile. "Then outside it is."

[to here]

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Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West

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