Night 37: F11-20 Hallway

[hajike_tobiume]

This night was one Momo was not looking forward to. Yes, Renji deserved the memorial, but the vice captain couldn't help but wonder if Landel was going to interrupt it. There were a lot of people that were going to attend and, whereas that made them a formidable force to be reckoned with should something attack, it also meant that a lot of the

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[yin_yang_fox]

[over from here]

Once in the place that she called her room, Renamon allowed herself to break free of the calm that she surrounded herself with. If she couldn't slide again, if she couldn't... She might... Just.... Renamon took a breath. No need to panic until she knew for certain.

Laying the case at her feet, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind of all thoughts. A moment, and then her blue stream of power shuddered into view, and Renamon slid from sight once more. Her eyes opened with unrestrained relief. She was still able to access it. Then what was...? It was possible that it might simply be stress, but Renamon did not believe herself capable of letting that affect her that greatly. What could it have been? Was it possible that it was somehow another limitation, something like-

A time constraint. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?

Renamon tested out the limitations, and narrowed the time frame down to around five minutes. Five minutes was all this body was capable in her slid state. But it still seemed she was able to use it, time and time again. It was still useful. It was fine.

She wondered, then, as she unpacked her case, and slid more daggers and scalpels to replace her lost ones into their place; she wondered why her breathing was so unsteady.

[yin_yang_fox]

Full up again with weapons and sharp things, Renamon adjusted the knuckle on her hand. Where would she go now? Upstairs, of course, was the answer her mind gave, for no reason more than a feeling.

But it had been enough in the past, and it was enough now.

[skipping out to here]