Night 59: F11-20 Hallway

[gald_digger]

Anise had only just finished taking inventory of her collected medicine when she heard the telltale sound of the door unlocking. Since this wasn't the first time night had started without any words from the General, she didn't think much of it. She quickly grabbed her nighttime equipment: her meat tenderizer, flashlight, and Tokunaga. Her

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[yin_yang_fox]

The screech ripped through the Digimon's ears, the words a dry echo after the fact, IRIS's mechanical voice registering dull and flat. Renamon's head was ringing, and in the aftermath, there was a distinct sense of vertigo surrounding her, making something inside of her throb in warning. In welcome.

Her head shot up suddenly, that impression too familiar and known. Too--

She slid out of the physical spectrum as simply as a thought--passing the visible one held to the five senses and slipping from it altogether. A moment later, Renamon was physical again.

And grinning widely, as she had not yet before. It was not her form, not Rika or Digivolutions, but it was there, and if that was in its entirety, then....

There. The sensation of ice, hard and burning filled her at the search inward, and the Digimon knew what exactly she had back. It was not her form, but it would make the night all the more easier. The belt she normally equipped was glanced at and left behind; the only thing taken the clawed knuckle which was slipped on her hand. She had a few people to meet.

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