Night 59: F-A Block Hallway

[gald_digger]

[from here]

No, something was different. It wasn't until she reached the next hallway that Anise realized, but she could feel fonons - in the air, and in her body. It took a moment to process this, but as she thought about it, she quickly grew excited. Could this mean

Comments

[yin_yang_fox]

[from here--and briefly for Tear]

It was too simple to get back into the habit and slide out of sight, but she stayed as she was, keeping to visibility to maintain notice. This hall she was waited in many a time, and had no qualms about being here. After, though... Instinct was pressing her to move from this spectrum and remain unnoticed. And she would. There were things to do, and she could do them best unnoticed.

[melodists]

[From here.]

Upon rounding the corner, she caught Renamon's quiet form in the shadows, and instantly, Tear walked toward her. There were sounds of conflict from the outer corridors, which proved to be a cause of concern for the Melodist. Until business was taken care of, however, she had to push that aside. The girl paused at a comfortable distance and held out the knife to the other.

"I don't suppose you know what just happened," she remarked, forgoing the greetings for now. "Thank you, by the way, for the weapon."

[yin_yang_fox]

Tear moved to Renamon's side without a word of small talk greeting, and for that the Digimon was grateful. She smiled smoothly at the girl, the expression all but unknown on her face. And a beat later, flickered out of existence, coming back into it a few feet to Tear's right. Renamon blinked her eyes sedately, pleased. "It seems that we've gotten a few toys back to play with tonight."

If one could note it the Digimon was moving more fluidly than before, not as frozen in her motions and stern in her expressions. She tilted her head to the girl. "It's not a problem. Will you be all right otherwise?"

[melodists]

Oh. Tear blinked, surprised. More so when she found the form to her side. In the brief moment, the soldier was colored impressed. Obviously, there was more to tonight than a return in fonons, if movements were of any indication. "It does seem to be the case," she said, chancing a passing smile.

A smile she dropped at the next instant. Tear nodded. "I have my own arsenal." Lacking in physical weapons, perhaps, but she had others. "I appreciate your concern, however. Will you?"

[yin_yang_fox]

The lack of genuine surprise was almost nice. Tear definitely came from a less 'normal' world. The Digimon finally retrieved the blade held out to her, and carefully slid it through the belt at her waist. She glanced up when Tear spoke, then nodded to her. "I, too, have my own skill set to call from now. Even if I can't use all of them."

The Digimon backed a step, then bowed lightly. "Enjoy your night, Tear. We should speak at a later date."

[to here]

[melodists]

The knife passed hands, completing a task among multiples. Although one could mourn the loss of a good weapon, Tear felt a measure of security in relinquishing what was not hers. Loans were needed at times of battle, but she still found herself more at ease when nothing was owed. The soldier might be languishing in terms of weaponry, but for the information gained, she believed the sacrifice held worth. It also helped that the situation wasn't as suicidal now that her artes had been restored.

She acknowledged Renamon's statement with a nod, glad for the arsenal available to them. "You, too," Tear gave as a farewell. "Good luck." With nothing more, she made her exit.

[To here.]