Day 57: Sun Room

[bodhiandspirit]

It figured that night would end before Rita and Taura could progress any further. Rita wasn't particularly disappointed to wake up abruptly, as they had reached a dead end. Really, the institute was doing them a favor by bringing them back to the starting point, where they could regroup.

What she didn't appreciate was the loss of valuable time,

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[yin_yang_fox]

To his look, she gave a half-smile of understanding. Something else that he hadn't heard of, then. She knew he had came in only a few days ago, but she had thought he might have possibly heard about it elsewhere. The man did not bring it up, and so the Digimon continued on subject. There was time enough to explain that later. "I'm afraid the entrance is a bit cliche. A trap door, found in the freezer of the cafeteria's kitchen."

That she had only been through once. The other time she had made it through the trials had been somewhat of a cheap adventure, dropped into the midst of them without any warning after touching the entryway's doors. Portals. She could nearly sigh at the thought. "There's a series of trials down there, quite unrealistic when put into focus of a building like this's underside. The main room is made up as a large ballroom, with four hallways trailing from it. Two can be opened, two can not be without certain conditions met it seems. One of the halls that can be opened allots one item--a decorative sword--while the opposite gives you a shield."

Of which, she could claim the former. "I've participated in two trials." She blinked at him near sedately, a smile testing the edges of her mouth despite the subject. Here, again, would be a test of his trust. "The first was a series of four rooms, each themed to an element and very nearly impossible to get through without quick reactions, speed, strength, and cleverness. Imagine lava, a room of ice, and more." That was claimed as unrealistic, and yet, here she would continue. "The other trial was a test of cleverness--solving a riddle given by a sphinx." A beat. "Yes, the mythological kind."

A very indignant, cranky sphinx.

[corvus_veritas]

Trap doors. Decorative weapons. Trials. Lava, a room of ice. And a sphinx.

"Sounds like a bad dream," Byrne mumbled under his breath, "or like a fairy tale." Yes, that was the kind of stuff you read to your kid at their bedtime. Harmless fairy tales, impossible stories, and therefore hard to believe when applied to the real world. But Landel himself had mentioned it over the radio along with a man that (supposedly) a lot of patients trusted, and Renamon was backing those claims up with her own experience. Logically then, it must be true, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Which, honestly, was a conclusion that applied to nearly everything else he was hearing about.

Byrne shook his head in amazement, but he kept an expression that would show Renamon that he believed her. "All I can wonder is why?" he asked, this time loud enough for her to hear. "What's the point of it all? What do they want from us?" Though a question like that would probably never be answered any time soon.

[yin_yang_fox]

The Digimon only watched him when he spoke up, expression mixed between neutral and understanding. That was the question to ask, after all, and no matter what hints were given, they would never know for certain. Even as the military seemed to make certain aspects clear, it was still something that could change with time--a different arc, a different story, a different method. "Something that we have," she said quietly. "Humans only use others if they can gain something out of it. There's something that we can give to them, and until they are satisfied, we'll remain here. And others will keep coming here."

She blinked downward in thought, the conversation reminding her of when she spoke to Mello weeks ago. "It's possible to gain the upper hand in scenarios such as these. But only if we know what is desired from us. And only if we can deny them that." Nothing else. Nothing more.

[corvus_veritas]

Byrne shook his head, frowning deeply. "We're just their playthings. Running around like lab rats in their maze." Indeed, the sickos running this show were after something that these people all had. But what? Maybe they were running specific experiments on different kinds of people to get some kind of data for some top secret government project. Maybe they were aiming to create a powerful army of super humans or something.

Or maybe they were just bored.

Hell, there could be any number of reasons why these people were here. Figuring that reason out was probably hopeless, but Renamon was correct in saying it would help everyone out quite a bit to know what it was. If not to counter-act that reason somehow, then to give the patients some sense of relief. In situations like this, it was more torturous not knowing than knowing. And their captors knew that.

"Whatever they want, it's better they don't get it. I can't imagine them putting together this elaborate of a scheme for any good purpose." Certainly this facility wasn't designed to find a cure for cancer.