Missing In Action Aug 24, 2020 0:10:00 GMT
Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Aug 24, 2020 0:10:00 GMT
The ExVeemon's eyes narrowed in response to Alucard's explanation. He crossed his arms and stared for an uncomfortably long time before looking down and shaking his head. "At least someone can do what they're told around here," he grumbled.
Meanwhile: "Tadayoshi, B Block, 222. I got the rest. Meet back here. One hou-"
"Whoever's talking, shut it!" It seemed unlikely that Dakota would give a specific instruction if he didn't already have a plan. Maybe he did. After all, it occurred to whoever heard him, he was just found guilty on eight counts of 'attempted escape from justice.' Unfortunately, one eagle-eyed Aquilamon behind him was watching him for long after he obediently shut his mouth, and with the eyes in the back of his head a spy like him had to have Dakota knew it. Perhaps, after eight alleged escape attempts, some of the staff had gotten wise to their problem prisoner.
The Exveemon rubbed his chin, completely ignoring his guard's outburst. "Hmm. We don't have space allocated for the extras..." He and Sealsdramon w"Ihispered to each other while running over the clipboard that the latter held for a little while before the blue dragon decided, "Just stuff 'em in whichever cell isn't over crowded. Now, where was I?" He cleared his throat then and stepped forward. "My name is... not your business. To you, I am Chief of the Guard, or 'Chief.' The names of your peacekeepers are, likewise, not your concern. You will address them as 'Mr. or Miss Peacekeeper-'" All three of a Deltamon's heads simultaneously cleared their throats loudly. "-or 'whichever pronoun they use Peacekeeper," ExVeemon amended himself. "And you will do as they say without question. That's the end of my speech here today, because that fact is all you need to know about your stay here."
"Yeah, same speech as last time," Dakota whispered. This time he wasn't caught.
At this point the order came for the line to split in two. Humans were ordered to one side, digimon to another. With escorts at the front and back, they were separated and led in different directions. For both groups, the reason for this quickly became clear: humans and digimon were housed separately. But while they were being herded, ExVeemon signaled for Alucard to come a little closer. "We're shorthanded in B Block, and we've got more humans than we expected because of your mix-up. If I contact the warden and make all the excuses for your transport duties, will you fill in for the day?" Unlike the apathy he showed the prisoners, this 'Chief of the Guard' was actually showing a fair amount of respect to the pegasus. Alucard no doubt got the impression that this was genuinely a request he could turn down if he wanted without consequences. "I don't trust it. Humans are always planning something funny."
Both lines were led through almost incomprehensibly twisty hallways that were pretty narrow for most champions. Metal gates barred the ways that prisoners were obviously not allowed to go, but fortunately for them easily readable signs in many languages pointed them to places they were allowed to be - the cafeteria, the bathrooms, the library, etc. The main differences were in the living accommodations.
The only light in B Block came from occasional slits built into the stone enclosure. Only the word 'enclosure' could really describe this place, really. It was a series of twists and turns but absolutely no ups and downs through a narrow hallway (for a champion, that is) which led into a very long, very wide rectangular room. It was only at this point that it became possible to climb to upper floors thanks to rickety metal staircases. The upper floor had a large hole in the middle of it which reduced the walking space but did let someone see down. No wonder Chief had been concerned about security here: the place was about at capacity, as a quick eyeball count would reveal there were about twice as many humans here as cells. This place wasn't built to house very many, though, probably because humans weren't expected to wind up here much. There were only about forty cells with the bare minimum in accomodations: a bed and a toilet alone, really.
In the middle of the lower floor was a sort of common area, which was where most of the rest of the wards were gathered to chat and... well, not much else really. There was nothing else for them to do in this place, it seemed; they weren't given tables or chairs nor board games nor books. It was a loud and boisterous environment for this reason. What made this wing of the prison even more cruel was that it reflected the usual demographic of chosen humans: that is, from almost all parts of the globe but a very narrow age range. There couldn't have been a single person in there over the age of 25 and probably very few over 16. "Just cram yourselves in wherever you fit, no one cares," growled a Garurumon who greeted the newcomers on their way in.
Obviously, prisoner safety wasn't a priority in this block. Then again, there might have been little of that to worry about. No one here looked like a hardened criminal or a long-time resident - not the tough, take-no-crap kind, anyway. The dejected, hopeless sort of face was aplenty. They weren't even separated by gender.
At this point Rebecca and Faust were just about free to roam as they pleased if they didn't try to access a secure area. If they did, someone would now: lining the walls were sparsely placed but awake and alert guards. Staff presence was light here - they were just lone humans, after all, without digivices - but it wasn't lax. Sadly, Faust got lost in this dense crowd quite quickly; Rebecca lost sight of him almost immediately, leaving her seemingly on her own at this point. Whoever looked at her didn't look for long - whoever didn't probably didn't want to make eye contact with those two poor souls. As far as Rebecca could tell Tadayoshi wasn't among those packed into the center like sardines, but she did have his cell number.
Labramon, on the other hand, was brought to A-block. In many ways the area was similar but not the same. For example, the linings of this digimon-only wing of the prison was lined with metal instead of stone. Maybe the architect knew they needed something a little stronger given the damage a rookie can still do. It was also much, much bigger. The levels of cells went up four levels instead of two, was much better lit, and the accomodations were much nicer. Rookies of all shapes and many sizes gathered around tables to play chess or go or other such games, and they had sinks with running water in their cells - tiny and grimy, but functional. Security was much heavier in terms of staff numbers, and prisoner numbers, while higher, wasn't quite approaching its maximum capacity so closely. It was males only from here on out, too. If this prison even housed female digimon inmates, they sure weren't in this wing.
Where most humans arguably didn't deserve to be here, Labramon had better have been on his lookout he'd probably put together himself by now that many of the digimon here absolutely did deserve it. A couple of them, a Patamon and a Tsukaimon, made that clear when, once assigned cells and left to their own devices, they approached the goodest boy in any world from opposite sides. "Look at that fresh face of yours! Welcome to the suck."
"Softie like this one? Probably loses his mind in a week. Be seeyin' ya." The Tsukaimon who said that reached to pet the Labramon, but it was obvious this was an act of condescension and dominance, not affection. Dakota had left from here to his own cell on the third level, 393, but Labramon knew how to find him. If he didn't see the dog wander off himself, he'd find the wolf just by looking for his own cell. They were, after all, cellmates.
So the group had gotten in. Could they get out?
WARNING: RESTRICTED AREA. Digivices and Bit Store items are not allowed (except for artificial limbs). If prisoners are caught by prison personnel with this contraband, this could lead to an alarm and prison lockdown. If a digimon inmate is spotted using abilities, the consequences are likely severe. Digivolution beyond rookie level within the grounds is impossible due to a prison-wide interference field, which can only be circumvented by wearing prison staff's special badge.