Night 48: M101-M110 Hallway

[brooklynisangry]

Beelzemon pulled on his black leather clothes, glaring up at the ceiling, just because it was as good a place as any to glare when you were pissed off at the disembodied voice of a sneezy human and hated their guts

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M108

[sewenteen_sir]

Chekov knew that now was the time for him to face facts: Setsuna was gone

M109

[runner_up_robot]

[Note: this takes place after Minato leaves, okayed with his player

Re: M109

[foolishmessiah]

[Note: takes place before Forte wakes up!]Minato rolled over in his bed, listening to the intercom with a blank expression. It sounded like the Head Doctor was as out of it as he had been only a short while ago. He briefly wondered what would happen if the doctor managed to overdose on cold medicine or something, dismissing it as he pushed himself to his feet

[runner_up_robot]

Leaving the room with a flashlight in one hand, and two crutches stashed under his arm, Forte had already recovered from his tiredness waking up, and was eager to test his newly healed body. Before he even looked around, he turned down the long way, and ran straight down to the back, and up to where he started, laughing all the way. He held one crutch by the handle, and swung it experimentally - it didn't feel too sturdy, but it would do.

This was such a fantastic feeling, his other problems just seemed to fade away. Who cared about that other crap, he could fight! In fact, he needed to find a fight!

At this point, he noticed a man at this end of the hall looking restless. He pointed a crutch at him dramatically, "Hey you! I'm gonna find something to fight, wanna come along?"

[AUGH sorry for the holdup ._.]

[brooklynisangry]

"What about me?" Beelzemon turned towards whoever was talking at them, ready to give them a (possibly literal) chewing out if it was just some random punk trying to irritate him.

...Well, it was some random punk, but at least they had a good idea going for them. "Nah, I was just thinkin' about standing around here all night," he rolled his eyes, "Of course I wanna go beat the crap outta somethin'! Where're we headed?"

[Ah, don't worry about it ;)]

[runner_up_robot]

The 'bot had stop and think for a moment before answering. Sure, they could just rush off at random, but they might end up walking in circles and not accomplishing anything. In fact, it seemed he was always attacked when he was trying to accomplish something. Ah, of course - the second floor was where he was usually attacked, and the things always seemed to be guarding the good stuff. Better yet, they might even get some of the good stuff.

He resumed his grinning, somehow he did his best thinking when it came to getting into more trouble. "There's a room on the second floor with lots of stuff, chemicals and beakers and stuff, but also some sharp blades and scissors. Let's head up thataway." Sure, scalpels and shears weren't real weapons either, but it was another step up from wooden sticks, so on the (small) chance they didn't get in a fight, it wouldn't be a night wasted.

Re: [Ah, don't worry about it ;)]

[brooklynisangry]

Sounded like a good plan to him! He hadn't gotten a chance to grab anything other than the dinky flashlight yet, and there wasn't all that much you could do with just that much if you were a human, after all. He might have his proper clothes back, but unfortunately that seemed to have absolutely nothing to do with anything relevant to anything else. "Okay, so what're we waitin' for?"

He certainly wasn't going to wait, even though he had no clue where they were going once they got out of the closest hallways. "So who're you?" He was really hoping this guy was a Digimon, what with the marks on his face and the purple hair, but he doubted it. Renamon was right, no one else here seemed to even know there was a Digital World at all.