Night 55: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]No sound came from inside the stairwell, but that amounted to little at times. Still the Digimon stretched her senses, moving quickly and quietly into the dark. None were in this place yet, despite the small crowd in the hall below. It might mean none have moved upstairs, or it might simply mean they were quicker than she

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[fangirlfatale]

Morgan managed not to blurt out what she was thinking ("Oh my god, a month?!"), but her face probably revealed her horror. A month probably wasn't that long for other people, but Morgan had a business to run. In a month, some wannabe Mighty Pirate Hunter™ might move in and steal her market share. And then she'd have to do even more unpaid killing just to get back to where she'd been before...all this.

It did confirm that Renamon had been around a while, though, and that made her a prime informant. Whatever Morgan could find out by talking to her rather than wandering around in the dark could save time. As a student of Dante Dragotta, she knew the value of learning from the best. Or, in this case, at least the most experienced she'd run across so far.

"I don't want to hold you up. Keep going, and I'll tag along. If you don't mind," she said, adding the last sentence just in time. Even with clients and other people whose good side she wanted to be on, polite requests rather than orders were still admittedly kind of an afterthought. "I'd like to talk with someone who's been here a while. Have you ever seen that Landel guy?"

[yin_yang_fox]

At the expression, the Digimon did crack a dry smile. The obvious nature of her reaction was bare, and it only allowed human nature to prevail. Which was perfectly fine, in any other circumstance. This one had proved a bit different. However, the other hadn't commented aloud, and so Renamon moved forward instead, nodding and turning to move up the stairs. "I don't mind," she said in reply. "I'm only checking for some supplies."

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