Night 54: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[brooklynisangry]

[From here]

Beelzemon stopped as he neared the doors to the Sun Room, a look about as close to thoughtful as he ever got crossing his face. The last time he'd seen all those soldier boys running around was in the cafeteria, but they probably weren't there now. There was always something in the Sun Room, but it probably wouldn't be something he'd

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[mateswithnobody]

Donna's stride and determination were suddenly broken by a bright torchlight striking into her. "Oy, watch where you're pointing that thing, pal!" she shouted on true Donna Noble reflex before hearing the words in what had to be an American accent. Hadn't heard anything that goofy since The Godfather.

Instead of commenting on how he spoke (she'd heard worse), she ended up interested in his words and grinned for having her brilliant idea recognized. "Best way to make a man cry is to take his ride, isn't it?" or to compare it with a Rocketship. Really, the Doctor did need an upgrade on that little blue box. She folded her arms and pointed towards the entryway doors. "Might not find an actual tank, but how much you wanna bet those military morons have something useful parked out front? Has to be better than raiding Landel's dirty laundry."

The idea of company wasn't a bad one, and adding the guy's enthusiasm to the mix made having someone along an even better idea. She didn't have more than her wits and attitude for facing the evening and far though that could get her, some muscle did help in the long run. This guy looked straight out of a bar fight; he could probably hold his own.

"Not sure what a 'mon' is," she admitted as she folded her arms, "but company's not a bad idea. Name's Donna. Donna Noble."

[Doublecheck: Beelze's not wearing that fashion disaster helmet, is he?]

[brooklynisangry]

"You bet. Or give 'em a nice whallop where it hurts!" He'd slowly become educated as to where those places where on humans. First-hand (or foot, really) experience was eye-wateringly painful.

"They're here, they're the bad guys, we make 'em regret it. Makes sense ta me." And if he could actually get somewhere closer to home along with Renamon, that would be a bonus. "Digimon. Digital Monster. Person-from-th'-Digital-World. All that stuff." Man, another one that hadn't heard of 'em. Probably, anyway. "'m Beelzemon. So, the party crashers 're out there?" he asked, pointing towards the front doors.

[Nope, since it would count as armor, and protective ability from oktoberfest outfits is a no-go. And it ain't a disaster, it's amazing! 8P]

[mateswithnobody]

"Already covered that earlier," Donna boasted, still convinced it had been well worth the secondary sedation. This guy, emphasis on the guy, seemed to have no reservations on the action either which made him all right in her book.

Though mention of the Digital World set him back a bit, if only because of Donna's memories of something she thought was similar. That Library, when she'd been "saved" or whatever... the world may have been a full out Library, but there had been a digitalized world there as well. This guy was probably from the same type of place. Maybe the accent had been programmed then. Poor sap.

"Ok if I chalk that up to 'alien' and let it alone?" she questioned, hoping to not have to deal with too many sore memories, "Be-eeeel-ze-mon. And I thought I'd heard some strange names before. How's 'Bel' work for you? The full thing's a mouthful."

[gone here, and it's terrible! XP]