Night 59: Main Street
[from here]Before being overran was a well enough warning any other night. Here, however, tonight-- The Digimon's reflexes were higher, tighter; she could feel the lack of general lag like a set of weights being removed. She was assured of her own speed and agility--of shifting from this reality if need be--and if she was utterly honest with
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He should have been used to such a jarring experience as transport by this time, yet the one thing he'd never been able to manage well were the landings. Usually he would blame the manjuu on that much, but it didn't make sense to blame a ring for anything. As much he wanted to for how the thing flung him to the ground of a Doyleton alleyway.
"Ugh..." Kurogane forced himself up and shook out his head before looking up at the area.
He knew he was supposed to be in the town, but for how everything was glowing with the same pink he'd seen in his room, he thought he was still in the Institute. As he continued to look though, he realized that it was the town, glowing as pink as the Institute had been doing. So he'd teleported right into the same exact mess. Great.
Sighing, he brushed himself off and glanced at the ring to check that it was still there. The stone was gone and like before he would have to remember to fix it before the night sent him back to his room. "Blood..." he muttered before dropping his arm and starting off into the street. Since he was stuck there, then pink or not he'd have to make the best of things to get something done.
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