Day 60: Music Room (Fourth Shift)

[stray_shinigami]

It wasn't often that Renji felt less like punching people in general as his day wore on. This was a new experience for him. A not unwelcome one, if he was being honest. And the fact that he felt less like punching Fai? Kind of mind-blowing. The sort of thing Zen masters would probably use as a kouan to reach an all-new level of non-punching

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[yin_yang_fox]

He nodded to confirm and suggested that they sit. She only followed him silently, too much moving through her mind. First to copy that. Then to continue this train of thought. The angel sat and Renamon moved opposite, pulling the paper closer to her. She transcribed quickly, having far too much experience in coping others' notes in this place. As she copied, she spoke. "Lydia, if you know, was the head nurse of this institute since before even I came here. There were rumors passed to me that she was, in fact, Jill, but there was no way to confirm that."

This did confirm that, if it was to be trusted. But Renamon didn't doubt Castiel. He wasn't the type to result to meaningless subterfuge. "If she infiltrated earlier...." Again, she briefly regretted not having her notebook on her. "I have some transcripts of the radio and intercom announcements from when Alec Doyle was still alive. A few nights before I came there was mention of a friend...." She frowned in effort of memory. "It wasn't clear but the mention of that friend--and Lydia's announcement earlier that night--made Doyle murderous." And despite that intention.... "And yet he was dead the next night."

The Digimon paused on writing a sentence, pen tapping once against the table. "If she was the friend mentioned, a few things become more clear. I'm impressed that she was able to regain herself--if she truly did, and wasn't planted."

[poorexample]

It was no surprise, by now, that Renamon had a wealth of information to share with him. At least this time Castiel had been the one to start the discussion, and he could only assume that she found it all useful, if the way she was carefully copying the note was anything to judge by. It seemed that what he had witnessed last night had filled in some blanks for her, though he hardly had the full picture himself.

While Lydia had implied as much, Castiel hadn't realized that she had been the head nurse, nor that she had been under Landel's influence for so long. He wondered what means that man had used to control her so utterly, but that was only one mystery to add to a long list that he'd already formed.

"Who exactly is Alec Doyle? And assuming she was the friend mentioned, what's become clear?" Renamon had the benefit of having been present for much of this, whereas Castiel was working with only half of the facts, if that. If they were able to combine what they knew, they would hopefully be able to make more sense of all of this.

The real question was, where would it get them? Castiel still didn't know if familiarizing himself with the history of the people in charge would actually help with escape, but it seemed to be the only leads that they were coming across. More than that, he could only assume that this information would be of use to Sam and Dean. He would prove that he was far more useful than that demon.

[yin_yang_fox]

The last line was finished quickly, and she moved to look at Castiel. Perhaps a part of her had forgotten that he was still newer than most. Alec Doyle have been a constant in the way of the history of the institute since before Renamon had arrived. That people weren't familiar with him was slightly off-putting in a way. "Alec Doyle was also known as Jack, the original Mr. Radio before Marc came around. From what's known about him is that he had a godlike power over the monsters in the institute, and would leave riddles to help out the patients as much as he was able.

"Those that I spoke to that had known him spoke of him as a hero, someone to be grateful to. It certainly seems like that was the case, though it's also true that Doyle worked with Landel in the beginning before breaking away to become the head doctor's antagonist. And like I said, he was killed a couple of days before I arrived." The other question asked was a bit more difficult. More abstract than wholly clear.

"After Doyle died, a girl was on the radios. Jill. Half of the time her riddles panned out--the other half of the time, they were possibly more accurately viewed as traps. When she first appeared on the airwaves, there was a voice that said not to trust her. Valid advice, given some outcomes." The Digimon tapped a finger on the table idly once. "The point being that it was said that Jill was Lydia, and with that in mind, along with the control... It's easier to accept some of what was done. As well as the reasoning of why Landel 'taught Jill a lesson' at one point. It's possible that she was coming to her senses, with the added freedom, and was starting to move on her own. All conjectures," she added. "But things make a bit more sense that way."

Though as it was, it left a few questions. She glanced at the page. "Do the two work with Marc?"

[poorexample]

Jack and Jill, then. Castiel knew the rhyme, though he had no idea what significance it had here, except that it implied a bad outcome for both of them. Seeing how Jack (or Alec) had died, that was at least true in his case. It was difficult to know what fate awaited Lydia, though it was possible she had managed to defy whatever plan had been in store for her last night.

All the better, then. Castiel knew a few things about resisting one's fate, and he was happy to help someone else do the same.

It was interesting that people had come to see Alec as a hero despite the fact that he had once been on Landel's side, but humans had this remarkable ability to forgive someone if that person acknowledged their own faults. It might have something to do with that, then.

Renamon's description of Jill was mainly a refresher, although Castiel considered her theories as well. Based on what they knew, what she was saying made perfect sense. "Conjectures, maybe, but they seem solid. Either that, or Landel wanted her to at least give the illusion of being a help, so that the traps would be unexpected."

As for Marc, Castiel could only speak from what they had implied, but that was probably good enough for the moment. "They seemed to be on his side. They defended him, at the least."

[yin_yang_fox]

She only nodded in response. Solid they may be, but without any proof, like other items of interest, they remained only theories. Like the fact of Marc's allegiance, and now the two others. She wondered if it was possible to come across the man again.

And which, then, would be the one in charge of that group? A month ago, the Digimon would have defaulted to Doyle, though, in that, she wouldn't have thought a group at all, but a battle one on one. It seemed more personal a vendetta than something to be attributed to a cause. Were there more than the three known? There suddenly existed a mass of possibilities that she was unable to narrow down. She frowned lightly in thought. It was likely that the remaining query would result the same but it had to be asked.

"The last part..." she said, tapping the second to the last line. "We could assume that's the purpose of the institute, especially with the military leanings. To 'train us,' or something of the sort." She paused for a moment. "Though one would think they would attempt to keep people and beings longer than they do." Not offer so many risks to mortality, or vanish them away on whims or purposes unknown. "Though it doesn't explain the amount of actual normal humans...." Again, she frowned in thought, then looked up at Castiel. "Did they tell you anything about what was attacking?"

[poorexample]

It seemed that they had interpreted that the same way. Castiel didn't know if it was because Renamon was also a fighter in her own right. He still didn't know what a "Digital Monster" did, exactly, but the fact that "monster" was in the title did imply that she was no stranger to combat. In that sense, Renamon and Castiel were decent choices if the people behind this were looking for soldiers. So was Kratos, for that matter.

But then there was someone like Orihara, who despite his odd behavior, didn't seem to have much experience in the field of battle. Renamon had noticed this as well. Castiel glanced over at her next question and shook his head. "What I wrote is as much as she said. I would have asked for further details, but they didn't give us the chance."

He leaned back in his seat, holding back a sigh. Even with all of this, they didn't have the full picture. Still, he understood far more now than he had when he'd first woken, which was something. "It's possible that they don't simply need people with physical prowess," he pointed out. "Different strengths are required when fighting a war."

[yin_yang_fox]

As she assumed. Renamon wouldn't think that he would withhold that information if he was giving this much. It raised as many questions as it possibly answered--'possibly,' being said in the most optimistic of senses. An attack of devastation. From what the Digimon knew personally, and what she had heard within the weeks here, that could be many a thing. With nothing more likely than the other. Something to consider, though she didn't think she'd get very far without more information.

"Agreed," she responded without hesitation. "I've known more than a few without any abilities whatsoever; who are, for all intents and purposes, completely normal humans." Not the majority, but enough--she could count back over the days and list them. Though even some with abilities or powers seemed more civilian than not-- Orihime, as an example, Renamon would not want anywhere near combat. Of Nigredo, she would have said the same until last night. Watching the creatures explode from the energy he used gave her confidence enough he could take care of himself. "There's a multitude of things that people could offer. Knowledges, perspectives, certain abilities inherent to them and no other-- Different ways minds work against the same setting."

...Although.

"Although," she considered, echoing her thought somewhat quietly. "There is another option." Again, her finger moved to the page, hovering under a sentence. Apparently, our captors have gone to these lengths in order to be prepared if such a thing happens again. "To be prepared," she read. "Other than the military, we're not being cajoled or coerced into siding with them to defend their world. To that.... When I first came, I discussed with a few the methods they used to move between other worlds. Most, actually, held to a general pattern, in which I assumed was similar here. It takes energy. Life, will, emotion. I theorized at one point that since the majority of patients are taken at a moment of high stress, that the emotions actually fuel the doorway between." She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "It has no backing, but a possibility is that the preparing they are doing is a storage of energy from the combined group here. To do with as they will."

She was silent a beat, and then shifted her shoulders in something like a shrug. Honestly, it was all conjectures at this point. Whether training for a war or stealing power and energy. There was no way to know for certain without learning more. And for that, they needed to come across people who knew this world firsthand. Sadly, there was only a few.

[poorexample]

Castiel wasn't personally familiar with many humans, but he had observed them for long enough that he knew how each one could have something about them that made them unique; a skill that only they possessed. Looking at it from that perspective, powers and abilities could cover a large range. It was possible that the people in charge didn't know exactly what they needed or what they were looking for, and so they were gathering as many varied skills as they could.

However, Renamon had another theory: that the people in charge were somehow feeding off of their energy through the very act of them being brought here. Castiel's first instinct was to reject that, as he wasn't one with strong emotions (so what would they have had to gain from him?), but he couldn't help recalling the circumstances under which he'd arrived. He'd let out a startling amount of energy at that point, had put his all into taking out the angels that had been hunting him down. If all of that Grace had been collected by those here...

It would also explain why they were weakened now, if all of their power was still being siphoned off of them here. His expression darkened as he thought it all over. "It's a solid theory," he admitted, "though once again, with no proof..."

Having these ideas in mind would make it easier for them to determine when they had come across an actual clue, however. It was good to discuss it, particularly because there was little else that they could do during the day.

[yin_yang_fox]

She inclined her head at his response, an almost apologetic move. "Yes," she replied. "There's no way to hold anything as certain without shifting theories to facts." No way to honestly move forward instead of just blundering. She knew this well, had known a month of it. She wondered, suddenly, how other had had the strength to continue for longer than this.

...Well. She supposed she would find at least that answer out in time.

"I'll ask around and share this with a few," she added, moving to fold the paper in half and half again. "If I find out anything of import, I'll contact you." She paused there, then bowed her head to him. "Thank you for sharing this. Truly."

[poorexample]

With the promise to share the note given and thanks offered, it seemed that their conversation had come to a logical end. The one good thing about this place was that it didn't force Castiel to have to make awkward exits from conversations, as the staff did that for him.

He took the time in which the nurses started filtering through the room to nod back to Renamon. "It would have been wrong for me to keep to myself," he replied. "I appreciate your understanding the importance of sharing it." Renamon surely had plenty of contacts here, so Castiel could rest assured that she would disperse the message much further than he could on his own.

His nurse reached the table, prompting Castiel to stand. "I suspect we'll meet again." While it would have been better for both of them if they got out of here before they had the chance, Castiel was far too aware of their bad odds.