Night 55: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]No sound came from inside the stairwell, but that amounted to little at times. Still the Digimon stretched her senses, moving quickly and quietly into the dark. None were in this place yet, despite the small crowd in the hall below. It might mean none have moved upstairs, or it might simply mean they were quicker than she

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[forgot_it_all]

[from here]

As soon as Ritsuka entered the stairwell, he could smell it. Putting a hand over his mouth and nose, he cringed pulling away from the source. Blood. There was blood somewhere on these stairs and it turned Ritsuka's stomach. Keeping to one side of the stairs, he moved onwards, keeping his flashlight pointed only at the steps in front of him. He knew if he saw something dead up here, he could lose it. With Tear following, he couldn't allow that.

"...Have you been here long?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the vague awareness that he was passing something on his right. Something that was no longer moving - small, several of them, all of them dead. Ritsuka's ears flattened and his tail curled beneath him as he walked.

[melodists]

"Understood." The experimentations as a whole could not be prevented, but they could provide any support to the victims. That was enough information for her. They had only to reach the place for the soldier to break down the actual needs.

When they passed through to the entrance to the stairs, it took almost no effort for Tear to detect the smell of blood as well as the discomfort in the boy. Therefore, rather than calling attention to the facts, she answered his questions while quickening her steps. "Not very long," she responded. "This is my fifth day."

She paused, barely glancing at the forms on the side. Animals. Over-sized rats if the outlines indicated anything. "It sounds like you've been here for awhile," continued Tear, her tone even.

[forgot_it_all]

Five days in this place was an accomplishment, even if Tear didn't seem to think so. Ritsuka knew so many people here who had seemingly only lasted a few days before disappearing again. Some people who seemed like they might last ended up melting into the ether in a week, while others, like him, who should have died a long time ago were still hanging around. He wondered if there was a reason for that. How could someone who wouldn't lift a hand against another living creature able to stay here for so long while those with powers and the will to fight leave so soon