Before meeting Guy and Claude, though, there was one thing Anise needed to do first. When she left her room, she immediately started towards another room in the hallway: F18.
Over the bulletin, Guy seemed pretty pessimistic about the chances of Natalia still being around, and as much as Anise wanted to look on the bright side, she knew it was a long shot. Still, it was better to know for sure than to jump to any conclusions. Besides, there was still a chance that she was sleeping in her room, like Ion and Emperor Peony were before they disappeared.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what was probably going to be a depressing discovery, Anise knocked on the door. "Natalia?" she called, feeling a little awkward as she did. She was probably calling out to nobody, or else she was intruding on some stranger she'd never met. It was necessary, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel weird about it.
Dinner transpired in peace. Granted, the time on Tear's end was spent in restless slumber. Parts of today had drained her mentally and emotionally, and she knew a nap was in order. Otherwise, she would run the risk of a collapse, which--when happening in the midst of a battlefield (or the like)--would be fatal. Her roommate hopefully didn't mind, but even Tear couldn't set aside addressing potential exhaustion-driven incompetency for propriety
( ... )
Anise expected to be responded to with silence, or with a confused stranger. Maybe even Natalia, if she was really lucky.
She definitely did not expect Tear.
"Tear!?" she yelped in surprise. Taking a step back, Anise looked over the door, and then down the rest of the hallway, counting the doors leading to the room. She had the right room number... didn't she? When she confirmed that this was in fact F18, she looked back to Tear with a puzzled expression.
"What are you doing here? I mean... isn't this Natalia's room?" Tear definitely would have said something if she had been Natalia's roommate, and Anise had arrived too quickly for the older girl to have beaten her to the room, so... what was going on?
"Natalia's room?" Tear repeated, growing bewildered by the second. She, too, began glancing over the hallway and the other doors as if that somehow clarified things. "No, they assigned me to F18. I haven't seen Natalia here at all." She would have known otherwise and would have had a better answer in their discussion earlier--
Wait. Hadn't they moved her from another room after her stay in the medical wing? Which meant the former occupants of F18 would have gone elsewhere.
Oh. "Oh, no," the soldier moaned, bringing a palm to her forehead. "They must have moved me to Natalia's old room." The prospect of which was almost devastating when she thought about it.
"Well, I'm so glad this place is above melodrama..." Asuka commented after the intercom had its say. She looked to her roommate for reaction, but Tear was not really paying attention to her. Not that she minded. Asuka appreciated quiet and quiet people. There was nothing worse in life than a talkative woman, especially the ones who just had to yap. Nothing they said was vital, they simply needed to in order to ease the tension of silence. Some people were not too adjusted to entertaining themselves, and God it was just pathetic. If someone was going to talk, it would always be her. She always had something intelligent to say
( ... )
And here the night began with little more than a few words. The Digimon was irritated, more and part from the fact of her things boxed up than any actual change. It was a brief irritation, one that settled from logic. She knew from the beginning, by any rate. Hiding things, even in the low key way it was done, was useless. There was nothing done that was not known about
( ... )
If the first "announcement" was a study in managing reactions through anticipation, the latter was a failure. A transparent dodge of responsibility, and another weak threat.
She couldn't help the vague crawling sensation that it inspired, but unlike Dr. Landel's theatrics, vague was the extent of it. She raised both eyebrows at Ilia, and then shrugged.
"If you'd like to join me, I'd welcome the company." Notebook, flashlight, radio; everything she needed was right here, and there was no time to waste if she wanted to make sure to catch Ema before she wandered out.
Ilia nodded as she listened to Lana name off a few of the sister's Skye potential destinations, both of which could be fairly interesting to visit. It struck Ilia as a very good idea to have a map laid out, too. She would need to get to work on one of her own someday soon.
The announcements almost caught Ilia off guard. She never knew what to expect from their captors, but at least Landel had an almost laughably dramatic message to leave them with to start the night. Aguilar only left Ilia questions. She vaguely wondered what kind of results the man was counting on from them tonight.
"Actually, I think I will, thank you." Ilia smiled at her roommate, taking her own flashlight and radio in hand. She added a small handful of medical supplies to her pocket then made for the door, seeing that Lana seemed intent on making haste tonight.
If one hadn’t been around to see the hospital when it’d been acting like a hospital, nurses and a cheery Head Doctor and all, one might not believe that those surroundings and the military-run one they were in now were one and the same. The transformation had been as lightning quick as the inexplicable shift between day and nightshifts; Tsubaki’s head was still spinning from the revelations. To add to her disorientation, when she returned for dinner, she found her missing belongings packed neatly in a box. Hadn’t they been gone that morning? On the box was a number that matched the one on her military tags, which by all accounts seemed to be her designation.
The intercom offered no answers during dinner, and she was only slightly relieved when a familiar voice finally broke the silence--not that he was in the business of reassurance. At least not compassionate reassurance. He did remind them that they were prisoners under a very close watch, which only served to make her feel like a bug trapped in a test tube
( ... )
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Before meeting Guy and Claude, though, there was one thing Anise needed to do first. When she left her room, she immediately started towards another room in the hallway: F18.
Over the bulletin, Guy seemed pretty pessimistic about the chances of Natalia still being around, and as much as Anise wanted to look on the bright side, she knew it was a long shot. Still, it was better to know for sure than to jump to any conclusions. Besides, there was still a chance that she was sleeping in her room, like Ion and Emperor Peony were before they disappeared.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what was probably going to be a depressing discovery, Anise knocked on the door. "Natalia?" she called, feeling a little awkward as she did. She was probably calling out to nobody, or else she was intruding on some stranger she'd never met. It was necessary, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel weird about it.
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She definitely did not expect Tear.
"Tear!?" she yelped in surprise. Taking a step back, Anise looked over the door, and then down the rest of the hallway, counting the doors leading to the room. She had the right room number... didn't she? When she confirmed that this was in fact F18, she looked back to Tear with a puzzled expression.
"What are you doing here? I mean... isn't this Natalia's room?" Tear definitely would have said something if she had been Natalia's roommate, and Anise had arrived too quickly for the older girl to have beaten her to the room, so... what was going on?
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Wait. Hadn't they moved her from another room after her stay in the medical wing? Which meant the former occupants of F18 would have gone elsewhere.
Oh. "Oh, no," the soldier moaned, bringing a palm to her forehead. "They must have moved me to Natalia's old room." The prospect of which was almost devastating when she thought about it.
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If the first "announcement" was a study in managing reactions through anticipation, the latter was a failure. A transparent dodge of responsibility, and another weak threat.
She couldn't help the vague crawling sensation that it inspired, but unlike Dr. Landel's theatrics, vague was the extent of it. She raised both eyebrows at Ilia, and then shrugged.
"If you'd like to join me, I'd welcome the company." Notebook, flashlight, radio; everything she needed was right here, and there was no time to waste if she wanted to make sure to catch Ema before she wandered out.
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The announcements almost caught Ilia off guard. She never knew what to expect from their captors, but at least Landel had an almost laughably dramatic message to leave them with to start the night. Aguilar only left Ilia questions. She vaguely wondered what kind of results the man was counting on from them tonight.
"Actually, I think I will, thank you." Ilia smiled at her roommate, taking her own flashlight and radio in hand. She added a small handful of medical supplies to her pocket then made for the door, seeing that Lana seemed intent on making haste tonight.
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The intercom offered no answers during dinner, and she was only slightly relieved when a familiar voice finally broke the silence--not that he was in the business of reassurance. At least not compassionate reassurance. He did remind them that they were prisoners under a very close watch, which only served to make her feel like a bug trapped in a test tube ( ... )
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