Nightshift 39: F11-F20 Hallway
[F17]
The intercom's silence had been annoying at best. Renamon shook her head, moving around the room to free the items she needed. The case with its assortment of weapons and items, her notebook, Badou's transcripts. She placed these around her so they would be within reach and tried to gain some focus in her mind.
Tonight she needed to speak with Jiraiya--make sure they were on the same page, check in on him, and ask him a favor. She needed to copy all of the transcripts, and then put her notes in order so she could more easily judge what she did and didn't know. And so the Digimon had no time for faltering. No time for any weakness of self.
A fear was ever-present in her mind from earlier. Renamon did her best not to acknowledge it.
The intercom's silence had been annoying at best. Renamon shook her head, moving around the room to free the items she needed. The case with its assortment of weapons and items, her notebook, Badou's transcripts. She placed these around her so they would be within reach and tried to gain some focus in her mind.
Tonight she needed to speak with Jiraiya--make sure they were on the same page, check in on him, and ask him a favor. She needed to copy all of the transcripts, and then put her notes in order so she could more easily judge what she did and didn't know. And so the Digimon had no time for faltering. No time for any weakness of self.
A fear was ever-present in her mind from earlier. Renamon did her best not to acknowledge it.