Stakeout [c/ayumi]

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It was supposed to be amazing, wasn't it?

The idea that an event like this, was able to produce this much of a turnout, for a children's card game.

But it wasn't. Not even remotely close. Anyone who found themselves amazed at such a spectacle, must have been living under a rock, if they were impressed.

This event was just one of many, that could have produced roughly the same size, or even more.

Things which had nothing to do with what was so popular among people who referred to themselves, as card enthusiasts, for their interest in the hobby.

The sort who likely didn't even know that the game which they played so much, was actually something real.

A whole other world that just couldn't be documented, and only seen by those it had chosen to allow it.

People like her. Or really, anyone who seemed to dress themselves that hinted, they were also apart of the world. Although she couldn't be too sure.

She knew there to be casuals around here. There was always casuals for anything that had a following.

Her own parents were one of those, but due to the lives they had, continued to remain separate from her life.

People like them, were perhaps even worse than those ignorant of the world hidden from them, not aware of how to even play it for what it was in this world.

Some even had the kind of confidence that she could mistake to be knowing of the hidden world, but was truly nothing more than bravado for those they were with.

Those sort revealed their lack of knowledge, from their lack of concern they had anyone waiting on them.

No matter what relationship a Tamer had with their Digimon, communication was at least a thing.

It was the only way battles, and real ones, wouldn't wind up being a hassle to even get through.

Trust was needed. Or at least some form of agreement that they could work together, like other pairs.

Coming to this event, had fortunately not been an issue. She found it almost difficult to tell what was, when it came to the Digimon, who quite resembled a bear cub.

Walking around with it anywhere, was always a difficult thing, since it couldn't fit inside of a bag, like she knew most people opted doing to hide their Digimon.

But that was the thing about being apart of a faction, and having a partner who was at least capable.

A group that understood her struggles, was a group she could at least rely on for support, knowing a game hosted by the leader of her faction, would have some kind of room somewhere she could keep the bear.

She had no doubt that watching the matches, was something which it had wanted in the first place.

But as she had told it before they had left, it would have to grasp it in the first place, as she set the path.

From a distance or a glance, the bear could possibly be mistaken for a child costume of sorts, parading around.

An excuse which she hated, and refused to go by, knowing the Digimon was supposed to be with her.

She was no babysitter. Not one to hang around what people would likely believe to be a child, with that excuse. Which was why she had other plans.

The Digimon was supposed to be with her. And it truly would, once they had finished the hassle it took to get it somewhere that they were understood. But until then, it would be on its own with this travel.

Would have to use the shade around them, and its own speed, greater than most, to go around keeping it from being seen. A little sight from a few people, wouldn't necessarily go around making headlines in the news.

Not when she knew for a fact that there were Digimon who were worse off than they were, at being able to go anywhere together. That had brought her enough comfort when it had came to traveling, to forget it.

It might not have been a method which it had actually liked, but the alternative was placing it in a trash bag, and dragging it around. That was even more suspicious, and much rougher on its body, than simple running.

Although nothing which she wouldn't consider. As she reached the area where the Shinjuku Busters Tower was, her eyes had glanced around for movement.

To the point where she had even stopped, and let others pass her, as she stood to the side. There were people like her, who couldn't just freely move around as she did. She just had to look for subtle movement.

Up even, for those fortunate enough to have a partner who could fly. Behind her, the bear Digimon had hid behind a tree, its limbs having been pushed, with the distance they had already gone to travel on foot.

There was distance between them, as there was meant to be. With the ample trees around the area, simply waiting there wouldn't have also been much of an issue. But her inspection wasn't meant to keep it waiting.

It was to look for others. Though with how she had just stopped and looked around, she was seeing more people with Digimon in their bags, than creatures who were similar in size to her own walking Digimon.

Not even bothering to display a shrug, as most would, from not finding what they were looking for, she had continued on to where the actual tower was. It shouldn't take her too long to find someone who could help.

She had confidence it could be smuggled in.

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Waiting.

It was only really expected for an event like this, and whether a day was pleasant or not, the idea of something stopping someone from proceeding, was the very thing which most would find themselves despising.

Some people gave off the impression they had the patience of a saint, but if given the power to do as they wish, she doubted they would continue to uphold the traditions of what was considered to be the norms.

At the very least, if they could help it. Her eyes had followed after several people, dressed in the kind of style that so obviously displayed they must have been apart of Nightmare. Rather than continuing to wait like everyone else, they had left, likely to try and sneak in.

But the numerous men in suits and communication devices, were spread out enough to have that kind of thinking secured. If those from her former faction really wished to get in so recklessly, they'd need to start something beyond just physical or verbal abuse.

Cover too, if they were smart. But there were several reasons she had left in the first place. The thought of any of them recognizing her, knowing she likely knew people who were still members, occurred to her.

Though those sort and their rage, she didn't see any worth worrying for. They could come after her if she wished, but they would find the endeavor just as difficult as she had made it for them, when she left.

Besides, it would also be chasing after someone who wasn't even prominent in the faction. They'd know her from descriptions, if they were close to her old group, but carrying out that wish was fruitless with no ties to her.

Though if there was violence to be had, that wouldn't stop a Nightmare. Her body shifted to keep up with the pace the line was moving at, more than the thought that she would even go and receive any trouble.

The five cards she kept in the jean shorts she wore, became much more noticeable with the steps she took. A selection she knew off the top of her head, and could quite possibly speed up the line if it was needed.

No one would really notice if she swiped a card. Though it would also be a waste of power she had at her disposal. Lest she really be tempted too. Perhaps if she felt too annoyed, and men in suits couldn't realize they were losing potential money, having people wait around.

A sigh escaped her, as her eyes flicked onto a man with a rather peculiar hairstyle. Only some paces in front of her, and likely the one who stood out the most around here, just because of his appearance.

An example of bravado, if there was any at all, yet also difficult to distinguish if he knew of the other world. No real movement implying there was a Digimon on him, but surely, he had some story behind all that hair spray.

"Digimodify."

It was a quiet mumble, as she had pulled out her Dampen card, and swiped it by her digivice, behind the cover of the back in front of her. From the distance of where her Bearmon had stood hidden, the tip of its paws trickled with bits of light, and disappearing into the air.

Rain started to pour from the skies, which although wasn't heavy, should still prove to be enough of an annoyance to speed things up, as people would likely insist that they could wind up taking cover.

That much, warranted her decision.

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The trickling of rain.

With or without the sun blazing heat down on those outside, she had always found it to be a warm welcome. Comforting in ways that had her look back at what she had been through growing up, even if it was brief.

A lot of people tended to regret their actions, and what their decisions had led to, feeling that they had loss the kind of control that they had intended. Realize just how much things hadn't gone well for them.

But those sort acted earlier than they should have. Couldn't make something different, work a similar way to what they had wanted. They lacked too much confidence, for such a thing to occur without aid.

There were people who would argue that everyone started somewhere, and while there was truth in that, there was a certain extent before such an excuse was pointless. Something to mock for using.

Her decision to swipe Dampen, was brought on by her own suspicions, on those within the crowd, who must have known about the hidden world. An easy tell was certain shift in movements.

She found this happening paces away from her own position in line, as the pouring rain, light as it was, brought concern to some of these people. Those who undoubtedly failed to separate their relationship.

Digimon were creatures from a different world, and didn't have the same biology to even get sick from a little downpour. But time spent with them, she had seen could make people forget they were digital.

That was what she had already proven, from such a simple gesture like swiping a single card. The lack of concern the man seemed to have, didn't necessarily rule him out, but it did prove to be typical.

Following in with the crowd, as the line had slightly quickened from her actions, she had found the man standing aside, just to go and fix that hair of his. Which apparently didn't hold any hair spray.

That was even worse. Hair wasn't supposed to just hold that kind of gravity. He was also a bit too laxed for someone attending an event like this. She might not have been chattering away either, but that was her.

Events like this had their appeal, but it was more so from what she was able to sought out and prove, than the things that actually went on. One particular thing she knew, was that people would be betting.

An easy way to garner cash, but also the easiest to be proven wrong. The rumored matchups around, she was already quite certain, there were those who wouldn't live up to expectations people had.

Continuing to walk around, she knew that her own lied in eventually finding enough peace, to somehow smuggle the bear in here too. The idea that she would have to even inform him if she couldn't, vexed her.

He might have been strong, but this kind of communication would have been better off, if she had one of those smaller Digimons. Outside of the tower, rather large paws were pressed against the bark of the tree.

The excuse that was to be used, was that he was nothing more than a costume, but the idea of being approached, didn't fail to be terrifying. He morally couldn't attack the humans here, just like in his own world.

But just how long was this going to take? Where was the other Digimon that he had been told would have similar issues? The scent had been all around before his own rain had snuffed things out, wetting his fur.

He didn't find the weather awful, but he preferred to lie, rather than stand around for it.

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