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Dayshift 49: Bill's Hardware

May 02, 2010 13:40

An effort at movement only shuffled the Digimon around, leaving one place to end in another. A hardware store wasn't the worst she could think of, but it still rankled. The humans outside, nurses and otherwise, that were almost panicking at the natural movement of rain was irritating, more fierce a sensation than she would have believed ( Read more... )

sakura, claude, renamon, cloud, xemnas, sasuke

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sasuke_of_sound May 2 2010, 20:02:01 UTC

[[reporting for duty~]]

There was something to be said about Sasuke's luck today, and that something was that it had been weird. Between finding Naruto by chance and then managing to separate from him easily by nurse intervention, then dealing with Sai's inexplicable choking attack, and then running into the (more) human owner of the chakra he'd faced last night, Sasuke was entirely uncertain as to what his nurse would bring with her when her voice rang out across the street.

"Sean!" A scolding, it appeared -- "Sean, you put your hood on and get out of the rain this instant!"

Before he could protest, she had grabbed his arm and was pulling him towards what he was fairly certain was a shop (but which one; damn it). "Really, a boy your age should know better! Now come in here to dry off ( ... )

yin_yang_fox May 3 2010, 03:45:55 UTC

A door opening and shutting was so commonplace that it could be ignored. Every person, however, would be accounted for, noted and slid away into the recesses of memory. The possibility of each and every being a threat was something that had not fell away. And so her eyes rose from a line of nails to track the path made by the one who had entered.

...They claimed familiarity. Seen up close once, fighting with skill despite a loss of vision, and seen during food shifts, pointed out as one who had left, only to come back to rescue Jiraiya's student. There was a similarity, to one she knew well, and for a moment, Renamon paused, considered implications of actions.

Then she moved, having seemingly come to a decision. She stopped some feet away, one shoe scuffling to give an accurate reading on her location. "Were you looking for anything?"

sasuke_of_sound May 3 2010, 06:50:03 UTC

Sasuke hadn't expected to be approached, and when there came the sound of footsteps heading in his direction, he took no more than perfunctory note of it. Being addressed came as a surprise. His hand paused over an open box displaying nails as he tried to place the voice.

He'd definitely heard it before, but ... where exactly had it been? It was (an old frustration; a constant frustration; a clench of directionless fury in his gut that he bit back like everything else these days) irritating to know that it would have been easy had he seen her. He'd been able to recognise most people since his blinding thus far, but rewiring a body designed for optical focus ( ... )

yin_yang_fox May 3 2010, 23:42:03 UTC

The reaction was practiced. How long had he been here, she wondered, to become used to being without sight? Had they meant to take his vision, like Jiraiya had alluded, or was it a side-effect? A fleeting curiosity made her wonder, but it was something for a different time. Not for now, watched by so many eyes.

He had answered but given nothing more. Renamon for was a moment reminded of Toph, and the girl's capability to adapt and move in her surroundings without assistance. She wouldn't make the mistake of offering help. Words like that might come as an insult. "Renamon," she provided. "I'm involved with some of the others in your group."

Or was it still his? She hadn't seen him moving with the others as frequently. There was the matter of Naruto, but.... She knew very well that people could move in inexplicable ways because of those once precious.

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full_score May 4 2010, 01:13:12 UTC

It'd been good to hear that Dad was in good health, and to verify that Leon was around (in the company of other patients, no less). That still left Ashton and Dias, whom he'd had less luck in trying to locate. But with the day coming to an end soon, and the sky practically dumping buckets onto the town, there wasn't much he could do about it. Claude would just have to trust that his friends knew how to take care of themselves until they could make contact again ( ... )

notthistrain May 4 2010, 01:44:58 UTC

Cloud had made it inside before the downpour, but he was still suitably wet from walking around the streets before that. He saw a couple patients in more water-resistant clothing and wondered what nurse he had to suck up to in order to be given one of his own. It didn't matter as much at the moment, since he was out of the rain, but what about when they were led back out to the buses? Someone had better loan him an umbrella. He was about to check and see if there were any umbrellas in the hardware store, but then he remembered he didn't have any money they'd accept here anyway, so it didn't matter ( ... )

full_score May 4 2010, 02:51:24 UTC

He'd been in such deep thought that he hadn't sensed anyone approaching him. Upon hearing a quiet, unfamiliar voice, he quickly turned toward the source -- a blond man around his age who was dressed in what looked like hand-me-downs that didn't look like they quite suited him. He even had a beanie like him, albeit a black one. Claude didn't recognize him, but the easy way he'd approached him greatly contrasted with the the suspicious way some of the townspeople were acting toward the visiting patients. He was probably from the institute, then ( ... )

notthistrain May 4 2010, 06:48:16 UTC

It wasn't surprising that the man didn't recognize him. He'd only been in the Institute a few days and there were enough patients (enough unusual looking patients) that he could see where he might get lost in the crowd. Actually, it was a refreshing change of pace from being recognized by people he didn't even remember.

Cloud nodded. "Yeah, I haven't been here but a few days and this is my first time out here. It's friendlier than I expected." He said this with a smirk that conveyed the exact opposite. The only real explanation for the townspeople's current attitudes involved events that he hadn't been around for.

No sense skipping out on greetings, of course. He held out his hand. "Cloud Strife."

The other blond had revealed himself as a patient with his smile, something none of the townsfolk had given him all day. He didn't feel as bad scouting the place for something to snatch for that reason.

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itneverwas May 4 2010, 18:24:21 UTC

Even despite the rain that continued soaking those lingering outside to the bone, Xemnas had spent much of the afternoon wandering through the streets of this small town. However, other than the curious signs of vandalism and the hostility radiating off the residents, there was little to learn, little to perceive. A brief look into the few stores and facilities this area held told of the little answers there were to acquire. Perhaps this excursion indeed served the purpose to lure one in false sense of freedom, but would even those with a heart believe such a fragile illusion ( ... )

ninelivesonce May 6 2010, 01:07:54 UTC

It was getting colder, wetter, and darker. Taura jogged over to one of the better candidates for improvised weaponry.

When she got there, she found she wasn't the only one. It didn't matter; there were enough hammers, long-handled gardening equipment, and other old-fashioned manual equipment to kit out most of the patient population. She fell in beside a grey-haired man who was quietly taking stock of the shelves himself.

"Were you here last week?" she rumbled, pitching her voice not to carry far beyond the aisle they were in, though there could be staff on the other side of the shelves. People seemed uneasy -- and a tiny bit frightened. It was was a familiar tension, and a dangerous one; violence was possible even before planetary rotation made it a certainty.

itneverwas May 9 2010, 21:19:03 UTC

[Sorry for the delay. Do you still want to backthread? :O]

It was not too long before he was joined by one of those part of an existence. It was but a natural occurrence, as those that still possessed a heart usually sought out another. Even a hollow shell retained an illusion of an existence.

But it was all there was.

Xemnas shifted his gaze from the equipment he was watching to look at the woman that had approached him. He slowly shook his head before responding.

"I was not, as I have only awakened here recently," he spoke, his voice holding a calm tone, it's pace almost leisurely. "However, someone has told me of what had taken place. The beings that had wandered the streets after nightfall had no longer been part of the living, were they?"

Unlike the other patients, the Superior could not feel the uneasiness or the small bits of fright that seemed to take hold of them.

ninelivesonce May 11 2010, 02:25:55 UTC

[Sure!]

The others had called them zombies, and they'd smelled dead enough, although the dead walking out of anything other than a cryofreeze revival clinic was the stuff of tall tales to Taura. Things to scare greenhorns with, so that people pointing guns at them didn't seem quite as bad.

Things like magic. Living suits of armor, people who could heal with a touch. The horizons of possible kept expanding, and some of them were fun.

Others were not. "I don't know exactly what they were, but they sure as hell weren't friendly. Some of them were slow and easily avoided, but some of them were fast. And all of them were vicious." One manicured hand slid down to the hip that had been cracked by a blow -- the injury had healed more quickly than she'd ever imagined it could, thanks to both the way things were wrong in this place and Hanatarou setting it right ( ... )

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