Belfry

[darkknightfall]

WHO:Batman's rescue team
WHAT:Emergency meeting in response to Cross' action
WHERE:Clinic
WHEN:About half an hour after Cross wrote in his diary

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[bomba_del_sesso]

It was all happening too quickly. First Cross's entry, and overcome with a sudden rush of stupidity, Peter's hero complex kicked in. He jumped at the chance to do something since no one was really doing anything. Clark's plan was just hatching, but then not long after, another entry was posted. This time it was Clark, and Peter hoped he was right in guessing Bats; Belfry meant a Clinic meeting.

He arrived to an unlocked Clinic door. Someone was already here. Taking a deep breath, Peter cautiously ascended the stairs and was relieved to find Clark sitting by the window.

"Change of plans?" He asked.

[dragonwheel]

Renamon was there quickly, appearing again as silently as a shadow. But her gaze was cold, almost menacing. So many things were happening at once, and this.. General Cross... he was endangering the lives of all of the hostages and the people who were foolish enough to follow him.

She growled a little, deep in her throat, then turned to Clark. "I assume we have a new plan?"

[digi_queen]

Rika hurried out of her small home she shared with Renamon. This was insane. First that stupid Cross was off to go running around in the jungle, and now an emergency meeting. Something in their plans obviously had to be changed.

She hurried through the streets, rushing into the clinic and pausing to breathe before she made her way up the stairs and into the room. She looked around, only Peter and Clark were here, aside from Renamon. Her eyes lingered on Peter a moment, remembering him from the night Tira attacked her, before she turned her gaze to look back at Clark.

"It's about that mans' entry, isn't it?" She questioned.

[solidor_heir]

The boy had found a quite place on a bench along the streets to communicate with the now two captives who understood the language one of them spoke. As the words of the new entry blossomed upon a page, Larsa slapped his journal shut and ran as fast as he could.

Entering the room, he took a moment to gain his breath. He was never made for physical endurance.

"I told the captives to prepare as best they can, for another bloodshed if worse comes to worse."

[amisadventure]

He was fuming, no doubt about that. What the hell was this Cross man thinking!? The privacy of their journals had been taken away, and it was very much possible the queen was watching them like a hawk; waiting for them to make a move to rescue the captives. So accouncing such a move was risking the well-being of them, who knew what those guards keeping them would do! Nise would've been shaking from fury if he didn't happen to be running his way to the clinic after reading Clark's message for an emergency meeting.

After a few short minutes of running without stopping, he arrived at the clinic, chest heaving with the need of air and legs rather sore-but nothing over the top. He entered hastily, although careful to be as quiet as he could at this time of night, and rushed up the stairs.

Nise barged louder than the others, but not horribly so. Perhaps it just seemed so because of the tense atmosphere and hush-ness that was required.

Panting, face flushed and contorted with obvious anger, he growled: "What the hell does he think he's