Nightshift 41: Janitor's Closet

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Eureka!

This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a

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[yin_yang_fox]

She shook her head once. "I have no need," she responded, holding up her left hand to show the clawed knuckle on it. Renamon smiled. "Feel free to take what you need."

As for her, Renamon glanced around a final time. No... There was nothing she could use in here tonight. That cut her agenda down a bit. She had no need to stop at the lab right now--anyone that needed scalpels that she knew had them, and she herself still had a partial box. She hadn't planned out this night, and like much else today, that wasn't like her. She was allowing herself to be far too shaken by this. She needed movement, progress--some kind of purpose or goal to work towards at this moment.

Her jaw tightened for a moment as she remembered something, then the Digimon spoke. "Did you have other things you'd like to check on tonight? We're close to the possessions room, if you haven't been there. There may be something...." Renamon trailed off, then started talking again, a bit quieter than she had been. "If possible, I'd like to check the file room next door. Afterwards, I would accompany you wherever you need." She looked at Utena, unblinkingly. "If that's alright."

[roseoverture]

"Thanks," said Utena, smiling back a little when shown the knuckle. Different people had different styles of fighting, and if close quarters worked best for Renamon, then Utena was glad that the girl had a weapon suited to that already.

It was a little tricky keeping the three items together. For the time being, she kept the longer pipe ready in her right hand, her flashlight in her left, and the shorter pipe under her left arm supported by her thumb. Taking another look around the room, she spotted a nearly empty box of garbage bags. Grabbing one with her right hand and stuffing it into her pocket as best she should, she answered, "I didn't have anything in mind after getting a weapon, no. We can go wherever you want." She wondered why Renamon had become quieter when speaking about the file room. "What do you need to check in there?"

[yin_yang_fox]

[I am so sorry. T_T]

Renamon watched the girl momentarily, and contemplated not answering as Utena pocketed the bag nearby. Certainly, so far, she didn't owe the girl anything yet, but....

With the slightest of glances around, Renamon turned, and left the room.

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