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Night 58: Ruins

Sep 21, 2011 22:45

[from here]She moved from the cover of the trees into the open space provided. In this, at least, they had been right. And these in front of her fit the idea of 'ruins' precisely--imperfectly so, as the result did not match the time. She eyed the buildings warily. And where would the new radio persona be, if he was indeed here? There were few ( Read more... )

utena, tear, marc, renamon

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melodists September 22 2011, 05:33:19 UTC

A good fit? It wasn't often for Tear to get flustered by such comments, especially when it involved an observation about herself. Her cheeks gained a tinge of red, despite her best efforts to appear gracious in receiving the compliment. She supposed Utena's comment was true, however. Renamon had been incredibly easy to communicate with from the start, keeping to the necessities without losing clarity, a facet she hadn't encountered since--

"Is this world really worth giving your own life to save?"--the Major. Right. Except where Legretta seemingly killed her fragile parts to maintain her strength, Renamon appeared more fluid. She was capable in the limitations she was in, Tear would observe, which was a sharp contrast to the image she had once so respected in the Major. Both were admirable; one just hadn't been expected. She left the comparison at that, however, and Tear sheepishly nodded to the subsequent comments ( ... )

roseoverture September 23 2011, 09:41:34 UTC

Utena shook some of the remaining water out of her shoes and shivered as they followed Renamon through the forest, carefully avoiding the creepy encampments of travellers past (eugh, she'd seen enough of those last time). She wasn't sure how the older girl had been able to tell which direction to go, and she hadn't liked the looks of her going up that tree so soon after having been healed, but Renamon seemed confident and unimpeded, so Utena went along with things without complaint. She'd done enough scolding earlier, anyway, she figured.

It wasn't long before the trees began to thin, and the trio emerged in a town that had been hollowed out to a husk by god knew what. Was it even big enough to have been called a town? Utena was sure she could see from one side of the ruins to the other, even in darkness.

Of the buildings with more than debris left on their foundations, the closest looked to be one with a towering spire. An old church, maybe. The spire stuck out against the night moonlit sky, and Utena shivered at the sight of it ( ... )

damned_rebel September 23 2011, 17:56:04 UTC

There really wasn't a good place to hole up in this town. Most of the buildings had no cover whatsoever, which wasn't doable considering the cold weather. The one place that did still have a proper roof was the church, which just happened to be littered with dead bodies picked clean. Granted, pristine skeletons were way easier to deal with than rotting corpses, so there was that ( ... )

yin_yang_fox September 24 2011, 03:02:15 UTC

Both agreed to draw his attention, Utena calling out before Renamon could say otherwise. The Digimon stared a moment, the recklessness grating at her in a distinctly familiar way. Calling out was well and good, if one was at least half certain that there were no enemies around. And the man had given his position away by his own words--if there were military agents around, they likely wouldn't be able to take them. Her mouth remained closed however, and she waited, accented hearing straining for the sounds of ally or threat ( ... )

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