Nightshift 49: Room of Air
[from here]
And so it seemed it would continue. Silence dropped without warning, the noise behind her cutting off sharply as the door shut firmly. And here there was nothing. No noise. And nothing to see. A thick fog covered the area, and again, she was reminded of familiarity. Not the Digital World, but digital in nature--a bio-emerge point in the human world. This reminder had Renamon lowering her body weight in a crouch warily, ears straining to hear any threat.
Minutes passed, but the Digimon heard nothing but airflow. Though even that was telling in a room supposedly closed off. She crept forward, muscles loose and ready, but no attack came. Just the echoing light sound of air. Still, she continued, eyes still moving from side to side in all but blindness. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And still--
A step forward had her catching air, and she tottered once before pushing her weight back, making her fall ungainly on her backside. Still down, she moved an arm forward, following floor until it cut off into emptiness. Holes. The room had holes in the floor. Renamon's expression narrowed, her attention sharpening to intensity. Yes, another trial.
Moving carefully, and sliding feet instead of stepping down aimlessly, Renamon moved through the room as cautiously as she had came. The fact that she had no idea where she was was beginning to press at her, a low irritation pushing forth. The Digimon slid forward a few more feet to hit a wall. Feeling to the side gave awareness to another door, to another place. Steeling herself, brushing off the annoyance, she pushed it open.
[to here]
And so it seemed it would continue. Silence dropped without warning, the noise behind her cutting off sharply as the door shut firmly. And here there was nothing. No noise. And nothing to see. A thick fog covered the area, and again, she was reminded of familiarity. Not the Digital World, but digital in nature--a bio-emerge point in the human world. This reminder had Renamon lowering her body weight in a crouch warily, ears straining to hear any threat.
Minutes passed, but the Digimon heard nothing but airflow. Though even that was telling in a room supposedly closed off. She crept forward, muscles loose and ready, but no attack came. Just the echoing light sound of air. Still, she continued, eyes still moving from side to side in all but blindness. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And still--
A step forward had her catching air, and she tottered once before pushing her weight back, making her fall ungainly on her backside. Still down, she moved an arm forward, following floor until it cut off into emptiness. Holes. The room had holes in the floor. Renamon's expression narrowed, her attention sharpening to intensity. Yes, another trial.
Moving carefully, and sliding feet instead of stepping down aimlessly, Renamon moved through the room as cautiously as she had came. The fact that she had no idea where she was was beginning to press at her, a low irritation pushing forth. The Digimon slid forward a few more feet to hit a wall. Feeling to the side gave awareness to another door, to another place. Steeling herself, brushing off the annoyance, she pushed it open.
[to here]