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Who: Daigo's Gang, DATS, ??????
What: DATS revisits the Dark Area's slave camp.
When: April 8th, evening. (Frontdated)
Where: The Dark Area Slave Camp
Daigo was ill-at-ease. Ever since the rat infestation of a few days ago, he'd found himself unable to relax. An incursion of that sort was never an isolated incident, and he was waiting for the shoe to drop.
Since then, he'd doubled the patrols of the camp and took personal part in them. He didn't want to miss ANY threats to his people. In addition, he'd directed his overseers to cancel the slaves' work assignments. They would be far safer in their quarters in the event that anything were to transpire. In addition to that, he'd had Swindle obtain a ChronDigizoid Chain for the tag around his neck. Even beneath his coat, he was not going to risk someone pulling it away from him again.
Since then, he'd been less approachable than before. He knew this, and he felt badly for it, but with the perceived importance of that thing around his neck, he felt as though he'd been sloppy. He'd have to make it up to his companions later, when his suspicions were proven wrong.
But he wasn't prepared to let his guard down yet. So here he was, with Black Gaomon at his side, patrolling the wall of the camp.
What: DATS revisits the Dark Area's slave camp.
When: April 8th, evening. (Frontdated)
Where: The Dark Area Slave Camp
Daigo was ill-at-ease. Ever since the rat infestation of a few days ago, he'd found himself unable to relax. An incursion of that sort was never an isolated incident, and he was waiting for the shoe to drop.
Since then, he'd doubled the patrols of the camp and took personal part in them. He didn't want to miss ANY threats to his people. In addition, he'd directed his overseers to cancel the slaves' work assignments. They would be far safer in their quarters in the event that anything were to transpire. In addition to that, he'd had Swindle obtain a ChronDigizoid Chain for the tag around his neck. Even beneath his coat, he was not going to risk someone pulling it away from him again.
Since then, he'd been less approachable than before. He knew this, and he felt badly for it, but with the perceived importance of that thing around his neck, he felt as though he'd been sloppy. He'd have to make it up to his companions later, when his suspicions were proven wrong.
But he wasn't prepared to let his guard down yet. So here he was, with Black Gaomon at his side, patrolling the wall of the camp.