The Price of Freedom's Shadow (Rena/Open-Event Mission)

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Oh boy, the Royals and Heralds were at it yet again! These kinds of conflicts were always so stupid, so stupid exciting, that was. In her honest opinion, many of those purple snooty fucks deserved nothing less than severe injury, maybe even death, but whatever. That wasn't her way anymore, as tempting as it was. A kid about eighteen had been thrown in front of her, his arm completely green, infected with some sort of digital-based poison. There was no cure, nope, not in this world.

"Hey, look away for a moment, aight?" The blonde softly spoke to the patient, before pulling out a small syringe filled with bootlegged morphine, as well as a hunting machete from under the fold-out "operation table." The whole set-up was incredibly improvised, as many of these victims were in too serious of a condition to be wheeled off to the hospital. Rena quickly jabbed the needle into his neck, hitting the largest vein in there, and then quickly slapped a piece of duct tape over it, to prevent bleeding, of course.

After the boy was knocked out from the high-dosage of morphine, the No-Namer readied the machete, prepared to hack his infected arm right off. Unfortunately for the both of them, some loud and rather obnoxious shouting from outside distracted her. She tore back the flap of the tent she had been set-up in, machete in hand, and blood over her canvas nurse uniform.

"Can you shuddup that Neemon? It's really hard to like, concentrate. For fuck's sake, I don't wanna accidentally cut his head off!" She rattled off to the Tamer of the incessant creature, who was perhaps the only Digimon in the world to top her own. He wasn't present, mostly because he would contaminate all the patients. Instead, he was a few meters away from their makeshift camp, keeping guard over the place. Probably wasn't doing a good job, though.

That was made more apparent by the group of Royals preparing to descend upon the camp, likely pissed off that they were helping out Heralds, as well. The nurse simply watched this, injecting herself with the spare needle she had in her front pocket. Couldn't do this job sober, really.

"Those guys ain't coming over here, are they?"

my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went

NOTES:

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This whole deal was really starting to uncomfortably escalate. The mobs grew closer in on their relief effort, many of them likely not even realizing that they weren't exactly playing for the other team. Royals or Heralds - it didn't matter, both were out for blood tonight. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the riot squad would come and put this all out. The Commandramon patrolling the immediate perimeter opened fire on a boy carrying a makeshift explosive, incinerating him on the spot. It was a rather gruesome sight, but nothing she hadn't seen before.

Who was this dinosaur, anyways? Rena wasn't really briefed on anybody she would be working with, a disadvantage to being a member of such a loosely put together organization. The fact that it would just open fire with the intent to kill like that was certainly worrying. This habit would have to be broken - there was nothing like a little electroshock therapy to floss a brain out. But - later. There was something more important to attend to.

"Get ready to pack up! We're totally gonna have to split soon." The self-proclaimed doctor said to the group as she turned back around to tend to the patient she was working on earlier. The relief effort would be a loss cause with all of this going on, so she had to work to save the one she had, and then get the hell out of there. "Hot, hot! I can feel the fire coming! Oh, oh, we're all gonna be burning soon. No time to stitch! No time to amputate!" The subject would have to be relocated, but the poison was moving too fast. Without too much hesitation, Rena heaved back the machete, and messily hacked off his arm at the elbow. Blood splattered throughout the tent as the patient cried out in pain. The arm began to move around a bit on the ground, causing the blonde to stab it through the palm to hold it in place with the same tool that severed it.

"Oh shit, uhh..." The fanged woman hastily grabbed some cloth gauze, wrapping his wound with multiple layers, before duct taping the whole thing together. It wouldn't hold for long, but it should keep this boy alive until he was dropped off at the hospital. Upon success, she stepped out of the tent, grabbing only what she needed, while carrying the victim over her shoulder.

At the same time, a small blob came flopping onto the scene of battle, frantically running from the opposite direction of the mob of Royals. "A BIG NASTY IS COMING FROM THE NORTH! NO...MANY BIG NASTIES. A SALAD OF DISGUST!" The sludge creature exclaimed, pointing with one of its stubby little arms to the direction in which it came. It almost jumped a foot in the air when it noticed the Royals, backing up to Rena's side. "OH, NO. THERE SEEMS TO BE ALSO SOME HEADS THAT ARE JERKS IN THIS PLACE, TOO! WE SOON WILL BE A SANDWICH WITH MEAT WHICH IS MADE OF US." Upon looking where the Numemon subspecies was implying, the group of No-Namers would notice an even larger group of armed Heralds approaching...


"We should leave, I don't wanna be a part of that sandwich." Rena said to the others, though unsure how they would be able to.

my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went

NOTES: Digivolved into Sealsdramon