[from here and for Utena and Tear!]The Digimon moved into the hall, blades suitably settled around her form and within the black jacket worn. The bladed knuckle shown on her hand, but otherwise the Digimon seemed unharmed--the belt she had procured from the town hidden somewhat under the flaps of the jacket, filled with scalpels, knives and other blades
( ... )
Blue eyes moved to the space Renamon's hand occupied, their focal point locked onto the ring she had produced. Gold inlaid with a red gem. Nothing usual in its appearance, but Tear knew better than to trust looks. She briefly wondered if this somehow summoned a transporter; it wasn't an unusual protocol in places containing Dawn Age fontech.
And this place was about as surreal as Dawn Age machinery.
"How does it work exactly?" she asked, fascination replacing the curiosity.
The Digimon considered silently for a moment, then cocked her head. She didn't know if Tear had any other skills, but that could be learned, and having a medic in town while the zombi were perhaps still about would be useful. As long as she didn't slow them down, she was sure Utena would likely not mind.
...It was perhaps more likely that Renamon might slow them.
"Would you like to find out? You could come with it, if you don't have anyone to meet."
Needless to say, Tear never expected the offer. Her eyes widened at the question, mind freezing momentarily as she made sense of it. Thankfully, it was easy to comprehend: go into Doyleton with two others to learn the effects of a strange ring. Furthermore, use the town's resources and possibly obtain the goods she was searching for.
In the end, the choice remained simple. She needed items and had a curiosity to sate. Renamon was offering both.
"If you and your partner don't mind a third person," she responded.
The Digimon shook her head. "I don't think she'll mind, but we can ask when she gets here. She had an errand to take care of."
And on that note, while they waited, Renamon would gauge her possible compatriot. "Do you have any other skills that are useful? Combat, lockpicking, unique abilities or powers?" She inclined her head. "A medic is fine enough if not. I fight by nature, and Utena knows swordfighting to a degree."
"Understood." If her companion opted otherwise, Tear could easily continue on after breathing a word of thanks. Speaking of which: "Also, thank you. I appreciate the offer and the information."
As for skills, there was a list to detail, but it seemed best to keep the descriptions concise. The woman was obviously gauging how to best approach the situation with an additional number, which was a good tactic to take in a dangerous scenario. Tear, therefore, did not take any offense. "I'm an officer of the Oracle Knights in my world," she said. "I have combat training and experience, though I'm afraid they're not as effective without the proper weapons. The same goes for the rest of my abilities; they appeared to be sealed."
"It's not a problem," she replied. It really wasn't, in the end. It would be a mutual benefit, if fate were willing, so there was nothing of an inconvience in the act.
Tear's words reminded her of Leanne this morning. The girl's weapon of choice had been guns, but Tear didn't seem quite the type. "What weapons are you most comfortable with?"
Weapons remained primarily a straightforward subject, and thus, Tear kept her answer fairly simple. "I'm comfortable with staffs and rods," she said. "Knives as well." The latter should be easier to procure. Unfortunately, it also reduced her range of attack, which would be difficult in the case of defense. If she could obtain something in the form of a proper magician's staff or rod, she would be able to make do...
Still, this was a pretty well-matched group for it being put together half from chance. Two fighters and one support were the standard; hopefully, they'll be able to maintain that formation until the next morning.
Simple enough. "You can use the rod in your closet as a staff; I've seen that before." As for knives... Renamon could simplify that as well. With her jacket still open, she slid her hand into the front pocket of the toolbelt, retrieving one of the blades she had carefully placed earlier. It was nothing fancy, a dismantled half of a cutting shear, but it was relatively long for a handknife and able to be used for defense. "You can have this," she said, holding it out.
Once it was taken, her hand slipped to the side of the belt, undoing a loop to pull out the large kitchen knife. She tilted her head. "I'd rather this one back, but keep it for tonight. It'd be better if you have something to protect yourself with." Renamon had her bladed knuckle, and moreso, the multitude of scalpels that she could use. Allowing these to the girl was not putting her at any loss.
The possibility had crossed her mind in the past, the thought potent enough for the girl to have glanced at the attachments. "I've looked into it," Tear replied, nodding. The rod itself was far from what one would call quality; however, she understood she had to utilize what was in front of her. "I may use it as a last resort." A backup, in the event that nothing else could be found
( ... )
[From here]Utena was stopped just inside the door back to the block by radio static, both from ahead and from her own radio, clipped to the left pocket of her jacket. She lifted her arm instinctively, though it didn't help her hear much better; there wasn't much to hear, anyway, just gasping and breathing. Was someone running
( ... )
Interesting, was what Tear could have said. Instead, she shook her head, both pity and exasperation in the same movement. The man--Marc, if memory served correctly--was their "friendly" contact from the outside world. Recently, he had had an unwanted visitor, had he not? Now the man was handling the death of a friend in addition to their former captor. A broadcast of this nature settled unwell with Tear, mostly because she realized how far the military was willing to go for their own agenda
( ... )
The east, the east... The forest was to the east of the institute, wasn't it? That made a lot of sense, then; she and Himemiya had first found Marc in that forest. Maybe his hideouts were all nearby it
( ... )
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And this place was about as surreal as Dawn Age machinery.
"How does it work exactly?" she asked, fascination replacing the curiosity.
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...It was perhaps more likely that Renamon might slow them.
"Would you like to find out? You could come with it, if you don't have anyone to meet."
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In the end, the choice remained simple. She needed items and had a curiosity to sate. Renamon was offering both.
"If you and your partner don't mind a third person," she responded.
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And on that note, while they waited, Renamon would gauge her possible compatriot. "Do you have any other skills that are useful? Combat, lockpicking, unique abilities or powers?" She inclined her head. "A medic is fine enough if not. I fight by nature, and Utena knows swordfighting to a degree."
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As for skills, there was a list to detail, but it seemed best to keep the descriptions concise. The woman was obviously gauging how to best approach the situation with an additional number, which was a good tactic to take in a dangerous scenario. Tear, therefore, did not take any offense. "I'm an officer of the Oracle Knights in my world," she said. "I have combat training and experience, though I'm afraid they're not as effective without the proper weapons. The same goes for the rest of my abilities; they appeared to be sealed."
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Tear's words reminded her of Leanne this morning. The girl's weapon of choice had been guns, but Tear didn't seem quite the type. "What weapons are you most comfortable with?"
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Still, this was a pretty well-matched group for it being put together half from chance. Two fighters and one support were the standard; hopefully, they'll be able to maintain that formation until the next morning.
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Once it was taken, her hand slipped to the side of the belt, undoing a loop to pull out the large kitchen knife. She tilted her head. "I'd rather this one back, but keep it for tonight. It'd be better if you have something to protect yourself with." Renamon had her bladed knuckle, and moreso, the multitude of scalpels that she could use. Allowing these to the girl was not putting her at any loss.
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