Nothing in this hall so far. Renamon glanced back once the way that the person had went, then gave up on the ordeal. If there were things left, so be it. If there wasn't, then there wasn't. There were other places to go to tonight. She nodded once at Utena, ignoring the weakness that was growing when she put pressure on her leg. "I agree. The basement, for all of its mysteries, calls much attention to it. I believe there is something to learn down there, but perhaps not something that would be entirely beneficial." She paused, considering. "Upstairs, however, there has only been rumors. I'd like to look into that area, but as far as I know, there isn't an easy way to ascend." Yet she hadn't delved deeply into it yet. Tomorrow she would...
Tomorrow. Tomorrow was their trip to Doyletown. How soon Renamon would like to forget. The prior fox would not... be wearing that again. The staff hopefully had found something else that better suited her previous life than a school girl's uniform. Annoyed, her muscles tensed and
( ... )
Utena had boggled a little at the sight of the young man carrying so many things down the hallway. She had no idea how he planned to make it back to his room with so much weighing him down, but from the height his spirits seemed to be at, it looked as thought he wasn't terribly perturbed. She shrugged slightly to herself, glancing at him a few more times as they passed by. She only hoped that wherever they were going, the man hadn't already walked off with everything they could have used.
"Figures it wouldn't be easy to get up that way. Otherwise I guess I would have heard about someone trying it already," Utena remarked, looking up to the ceiling. The third floor, huh? What could be up there that's locked away from us all so tightly? she thought, deciding to check into possible ways up either the next night or the night after
( ... )
The Digimon nodded in agreement to Utena's first response. "That is true." The second point got a ghost of a smile skirting around Renamon's face. 'Some ideas' is what she thought she had had when she had first came. Renamon hadn't expected anything to be straight-forward, but the points of world-travel and the manipulation that lied within.... Even in those complicated circumstances, things were not as simple as that.
The girl's final statement simply got another nod in reply. Renamon wouldn't lessen the intention by responding to it; any words would come off condescending or insincere. In situation such as these... there needed to be people like Utena, who wouldn't give up so easily.
Approaching the already open door, Renamon cautiously moved inside.
Once in the hall, Renamon took another preliminary look; nothing had changed that much, more people and less were around. She took a few steps before replying evenly. "Someone I knew... disappeared. I took her file while she was here, but I wondered if the one there would... be different."
The door, like the other, was already broken and open, and again, the Digimon moved cautiously. Her eyes attempted to make out the room before entering--not much could be seen but the size. Which was about the size of the possessions room. Thinning her lips into a line, Renamon moved inwards.
Leonard moved quickly to the end of this hallway, concentrating on his map and ignoring anyone else in the hall. He stopped once they got to the last door on the right. The handle was bent and the door ajar- it seemed someone had already opened the door for them. Convenient.
He decided to head inside- they were here, and he was getting his camera back no matter what was on the other side of the door.
Most of the rooms Depth Charge passed were either occupied or flat-out locked- not ideal. The second-to-last door on the left, however, took his interest. It looked like it could be a pretty big room. Just what were they keeping in there, anyway? Wouldn't be anything lab-related, that was on the west side of the building. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The door took a little more persuading than usual- provided persuasion involved kicking the living scrap out of something- but after a few well-aimed blows he heard the lock give way with a satisfying crack. A final kick was all it took for it to swing open, smooth as anything. There.
The room was pitch black but Depth Charge could just about make out the shapes of cabinets of some sort. Slag. That meant he'd need a torch, huh? Cursing under his breath, the Maximal ducked back out of the room and back towards the closet he'd seen on the way in.
"Sounds good to me," responded Leonard as he scribbled in his journal, the camera swinging familiarly at his side. I don't remember the way we came as it is- better let Jaime lead for a bit. He seems sharp.
Lots of doors, he noted, shining his flashlight around. He stuck his pen in his mouth and flipped a few pages to his map. Where did we come from, anyway? Probably something I should know.
"Which way would you suggest then?" he asked, still looking at his map.
One of the doors had already been smashed open. Convenient. It seemed to be the one leading to the janitor's closet. The supply closet's door still seemed to be closed.
Alec had two options. One, use the skills he'd gathered as a 00-agent and pick the lock. Two, smash the fuck out of it with his baseball bat.
Bridget was impressed at how quickly they made it past all those fights and people. A part of him still wanted to run back and help the ones he'd seen in trouble and in danger, but he didn't want to lose Mr. Alec. If he lost the older man, he'd fail Armand, and he really didn't want to do that.
He didn't know if Alec would pick the lock or break the door down, but since he didn't appear to want Bridget's advice or help, the bounty hunter turned slightly so that he could watch their backs while keeping an eye on Alec.
Alec = sociopath, me = ignoring other fights and such in the game for purposes of not failing NS because I have sucked at being active. :x We can go back and help them later if you want? haha i suck at interaction
After making sure that Bridget wasn't going to get accidentally smacked upside the head by the swing of the bat, Alec rolled his shoulders back a couple of times.
"You might want to move," he said, and brought the wooden bat crashing down on the doorknob like it was James' head. Yes, it was loud, yes, it was probably going to attract everyone within a ten-mile radius, including monsters and other nasty beasties. But he didn't care. His timesense was slipping again, and he did not want to fail. Not for Armand's sake, but for the sake of his own personal pride.
(Me = sociopath; Bridget = MOST INSANLY HELPFUL BOUNTY HUNTER EVER! We're good. ^^ No worries about interaction, and I'm doing a good job of failing myself.)
Bridget took a few steps away so that he wouldn't be brained and HOLY -! Wow, Alec was really going to town on that lock. With luck, the door would give before the bat.
He felt kind of silly about it, but he didn't want to give up his bat for 'the cause' just yet. They might still need a working weapon later.
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Nothing in this hall so far. Renamon glanced back once the way that the person had went, then gave up on the ordeal. If there were things left, so be it. If there wasn't, then there wasn't. There were other places to go to tonight. She nodded once at Utena, ignoring the weakness that was growing when she put pressure on her leg. "I agree. The basement, for all of its mysteries, calls much attention to it. I believe there is something to learn down there, but perhaps not something that would be entirely beneficial." She paused, considering. "Upstairs, however, there has only been rumors. I'd like to look into that area, but as far as I know, there isn't an easy way to ascend." Yet she hadn't delved deeply into it yet. Tomorrow she would...
Tomorrow. Tomorrow was their trip to Doyletown. How soon Renamon would like to forget. The prior fox would not... be wearing that again. The staff hopefully had found something else that better suited her previous life than a school girl's uniform. Annoyed, her muscles tensed and ( ... )
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"Figures it wouldn't be easy to get up that way. Otherwise I guess I would have heard about someone trying it already," Utena remarked, looking up to the ceiling. The third floor, huh? What could be up there that's locked away from us all so tightly? she thought, deciding to check into possible ways up either the next night or the night after ( ... )
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The girl's final statement simply got another nod in reply. Renamon wouldn't lessen the intention by responding to it; any words would come off condescending or insincere. In situation such as these... there needed to be people like Utena, who wouldn't give up so easily.
Approaching the already open door, Renamon cautiously moved inside.
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Once in the hall, Renamon took another preliminary look; nothing had changed that much, more people and less were around. She took a few steps before replying evenly. "Someone I knew... disappeared. I took her file while she was here, but I wondered if the one there would... be different."
The door, like the other, was already broken and open, and again, the Digimon moved cautiously. Her eyes attempted to make out the room before entering--not much could be seen but the size. Which was about the size of the possessions room. Thinning her lips into a line, Renamon moved inwards.
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Leonard moved quickly to the end of this hallway, concentrating on his map and ignoring anyone else in the hall. He stopped once they got to the last door on the right. The handle was bent and the door ajar- it seemed someone had already opened the door for them. Convenient.
He decided to head inside- they were here, and he was getting his camera back no matter what was on the other side of the door.
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Most of the rooms Depth Charge passed were either occupied or flat-out locked- not ideal. The second-to-last door on the left, however, took his interest. It looked like it could be a pretty big room. Just what were they keeping in there, anyway? Wouldn't be anything lab-related, that was on the west side of the building. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The door took a little more persuading than usual- provided persuasion involved kicking the living scrap out of something- but after a few well-aimed blows he heard the lock give way with a satisfying crack. A final kick was all it took for it to swing open, smooth as anything. There.
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Huh. Looked like some else had decided to take a look around while inside while he was gone. Whatever. Just so long as they didn't get in his way.
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Lots of doors, he noted, shining his flashlight around. He stuck his pen in his mouth and flipped a few pages to his map. Where did we come from, anyway? Probably something I should know.
"Which way would you suggest then?" he asked, still looking at his map.
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One of the doors had already been smashed open. Convenient. It seemed to be the one leading to the janitor's closet. The supply closet's door still seemed to be closed.
Alec had two options. One, use the skills he'd gathered as a 00-agent and pick the lock. Two, smash the fuck out of it with his baseball bat.
Option Two was quicker.
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He didn't know if Alec would pick the lock or break the door down, but since he didn't appear to want Bridget's advice or help, the bounty hunter turned slightly so that he could watch their backs while keeping an eye on Alec.
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After making sure that Bridget wasn't going to get accidentally smacked upside the head by the swing of the bat, Alec rolled his shoulders back a couple of times.
"You might want to move," he said, and brought the wooden bat crashing down on the doorknob like it was James' head. Yes, it was loud, yes, it was probably going to attract everyone within a ten-mile radius, including monsters and other nasty beasties. But he didn't care. His timesense was slipping again, and he did not want to fail. Not for Armand's sake, but for the sake of his own personal pride.
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Bridget took a few steps away so that he wouldn't be brained and HOLY -! Wow, Alec was really going to town on that lock. With luck, the door would give before the bat.
He felt kind of silly about it, but he didn't want to give up his bat for 'the cause' just yet. They might still need a working weapon later.
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