NIGHTMARE
RANK 2
Serpentemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 8, 2017 18:37:29 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida shook her head at the concept of a job, " If I need it...I-I just take it." It was what she did, and at the very least she impressed some of her allies, but it definitely wasn't a steady stream of money. " I just gotta stay safe, kinda hard when you need to take care of your partner." Nor was it easy when you nearly got killed by some powerful American...so she needed the power to stay safe, not some flimsy "safety". Kaida remained silent as she was placed down, shifting so she was kneeling on her uninjured leg. The solid ground felt far better than the uncertainty of relying on somebody else's legs. Still, that didn't change the fact that her own legs were pretty uncertain right about now. She looked down at herself and let out a puffing chuckle, she really was a mess right now, built up over the days and not just right this minute. If not for this, she'd just go to sleep immediately, but ruining somebody else's place was not how she was going to end this already shitty day. With visible effort, she planted both hands on the floor and pushed herself up, scrambling for a foothold with her good leg. They way she was struggling, you'd think that this was the hardest thing in the world for her, and indeed it sure felt like it! Still, even without help, she stood, wavering on one leg. Her other barely pushed against the ground as she hopped and shuffled inside. She near forgot to take off her shoes, and paused a little longer than she should have to kick them off, eyes flashing as her burnt leg protest to such treatment. Politeness satisfied, she hobbled against the wall, trying to make this easier for everyone by not pausing to take a break until they were safely concealed inside the room. It...honestly looked how she expected, and her head swiveled as she took it in, lingering for a few seconds on the trophies...well, that explained the fight with Charlie. As soon as she searched the room, she starting digging through her jacket, hearing a mumbled of protest before she managed to dig out the In-training form of Jorgie. The danger blob drew in a sharp breath and hissed weakly as she set him on the nearest drawer. " Let him stay there." She mumbled, leaning on it for support, " He won't attack, he's just tired." Now that she was in some stranger's house and starting to become aware of the idea that she was going to sleep here, she was feeling worse and worse. Hunger wasn't a problem, but she needed to sleep, and the idea of sleeping somewhere soft was agonizing, " Shower? Where? I...I just want to hurry, I'm tired." The admission came unbidden, and she immediately hated that she said so, but it wasn't whining...she just wanted to finish off this day. Kimura Kyōryoku |
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 3
Kotemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 8, 2017 20:22:23 GMT
She was definitely having a hard time, but not to the extremes she did earlier. Wasn't asking for help, so she must've been fine for now, even though he was trying to rush her. Probably not the most comfortable situation, but it had a better outlook than most of the other options she could consider. Once they'd gotten in there, she was just sort of hobbling about, trying to find somewhere to easily prop herself up. The continuing sounds of complaint, the only sound she chose to make most of the time. Was she really about to refuse showering after spending most of the day in the dirt?
The look on his face was obviously disappointment, but it held no contempt, just sorta fixated on how utterly repulsive that sounded. "Alright, look, there are rules. You do not get into bed dirty. The shower is right across, thankfully. If you want, I'll shower with you," For once, the statement wasn't flirtatious but facetious, rolling his eyes along with the sarcasm. Not that she'll catch it, didn't seem like she was paying attention to much. If she passed out, just what would he do? Now that was a grand question, didn't think about that until just this moment.
Her digimon had made its home on his desk, something he wasn't going to argue about. Not like it mattered to him, as long as it didn't make a mess and kept quiet, it was whatever. Exactly what was he going to do in the meantime as she decided whether she wanted help or not? May as well have set his jacket aside, not wanting to put it with the rest of his clothes in the hamper. That required a walk to the closet, along with opening it and remember what was inside. Not your most literal skeleton, but a monster of ominous properties, just sitting there.
This was Kotemon, garbed in kendo equipment, bokken laid right across its lap. It was hard to tell exactly what was underneath, only being able to make out two glowing yellow orbs. Only other noticeable feature were the horns on its helmet, creating that oni-like appearance. Not a word was said between the closet opener and the dweller of said closet. No, only grabbing and hanger and putting away his jacket, neither really shifting from their normal composure. Afterwards, the closet door was closed and there were no complaints from doing so, neither commenting on what just happened.
Right after, whether she left the room or not, the young man made his way to the nightstand, removing his vaporizer from its charger. Right after taking it, Kimura simply sat on the floor, fishing under his bed for a shoebox. Looking inside, there was an indefinite amount of packages, each with different cartridges of indiscriminate substances. Removing a single one, he screwed it right into the pen, jabbing the power button several times before a light flashed from it. May have been a bit rude, but he wasn't about to ask permission from her, they were in his house after all. Best way to unwind after a long day, kept him from feeling too sore in his sleep as well. Holding down the button as he wrapped his lips around it, the socialite inhaled deeply as vapor filled his lungs. |
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 2
Serpentemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 9, 2017 17:02:59 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Naturally, Kaida shook her head violently, what else was she expected to do? " No." She couldn't sense any sort of tone, though her general outside mind was likely to blame for that, and she didn't want to put the necessary thought into figuring out whether it was a joke or not. " Rather not, I'll be fine." She didn't intend to hurt herself any more than she already have...she somehow believed that this was enough to prevent injury. In her own haze, she missed the glimpse of the dwelling Digimon, instead her gaze was drawn to Jorgie as he let out a sudden hiss that cut off in about a second, startled momentarily at the scent of another Digimon, leaving Kaida rather bewhirldered as he settled back into silence. She didn't dwell on it long, not after she saw him fishing out some package, even without smelling it she had an idea what it was, and she wasn't going to stick around for that and turned on her good leg and dragged herself to the shower...this was going to be some kind of experience... --- Indeed it was. Firstly, her wound was about as bad as she thought it was going to be. Blisters, already broken and weeping, lined her thigh. This was slightly reassuring, at least she knew her pain was realistic. Secondly, she felt like she was freezing. She crouched under the pouring water, it was warm but her body was clearly unused to the exposure, and she shivered as she shielded the burn injury. It felt strangely cold, but she knew better than to put warm water on a burn. Thankfully, cleaning was common sense, and the dirt on her skin quickly joined the water to drain away. It felt odd, and even after the water was turned off, she clung near the ground as she reached for the hung towel, still trembling. She allowed herself a second to wallow in her own terrible day, feeling exhausted enough to fall asleep right here and now...but that was enough of that. She laboriously dragged herself back up, and crawled out of the shower, air raising goosebumps along her skin as she pulled her clothing on. The shirt came back on with no real problem...but the pants...in the end, she had to tear the thing up t her burn, reliving some swelling at the cost of a very noticeable asymmetry about her. Honestly, she was only spurred on by the fact that sleeping here would be no different from an alley, she deserved better than that after such a day. All in all, while she took far longer due to issues, she was hobbling back in enough time to at least not worry anybody, and tapped her knuckles on Kimura's door to announce her presence, " I'm done." She nearly whispered, " Let me in." She still shivered slightly, and her leg was starting to waver, she sincerely hoped that she wasn't forgetting to do anything, she just might not be able to do anything more. Kimura Kyōryoku |
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 3
Kotemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 10, 2017 2:31:36 GMT
Kimura's finger didn't leave the power button until she'd make it halfway through the room. She sure did move slow, not like he could blame her for that, it was just agonizing to watch. His attention didn't stick to it for too long, taking the pen out of his mouth and continuing to inhale. Without closing his mouth, the young man simply exhaled the vapor he just took into his lungs. This was his little reward for the end of the day, just the way he's found comfort in being lulled to sleep. With that single pull, it'll be fine, at least until he's finally unconscious which should be only another half hour. Depended on how long she'd take in that shower, given her condition.
He was already pushing his thumb on the vaporizer again, hitting it rapidly to turn it off. Unscrewing the canister, he'd replaced it into the box again, along with placing its accompanying mechanism back on the night stand. Didn't move much from his spot though, as if he needed to sit there for right now. Not like there was any reason to get to the bed yet, he still had to shower once she was done. Only needed to get up once she needed him to answer the door. Then, he can get this over with, along with her in his room without supervision. Honestly, it'd been a moment since he'd thought through what he was doing this whole time.
Kimura invited over another human being who he didn't know to his house after a single encounter with them. This seemed to raise no red flags until just now, but it wasn't the worst thing. Maybe he was just getting paranoid. Kaida could possibly steal from him or try to take his life, but neither option were all that plausible. She wasn't the type of person to steal from someone behaving so generously to them. They'd met through a fierce loyalty to their gang, there wasn't much reason for her to betray him. It wasn't worth worrying about, but it did make him think he was being a bit too nice.
The sound of her voice hit the door and make its way through, along with her knuckles. Rising to his feet, the young man swiftly opened the door but not before taking a look at her. Why did she change back into the same clothes, they're fucking dirty. Looking at her with his half glazed stare and a hand that began to run down from the top of his forehead until it managed to go all the way down his chin. His lips were pulled down as is dragged passed his cheek, nearly explaining exactly what he thought. Too tired to be angry, he just stated simply, "You can't sleep in that, Kaida. Go to my closet and find something you like. I'll be back soon."
Was that the best idea, letting her find the existential dread in the closet? Maybe it wouldn't feel like that to her. Never knew, no one ever managed to go near it but him. Either way, Kimure passed the young lady, getting into the family bathroom just a second after. This hallway might've been considered narrow in other countries, but suited most of the people brought here easily. The door had closed behind him, quickly stripping down and starting up the hot water, making sure to test the temperature. There were other marks on his body from that fight, but nothing too extreme that water couldn't help.
It didn't take him too long to pass the water over his body and start lathering up, not much thought taking place in his head. Just wanted to get this done with, soap being rubbed onto his body with minimal effort. Just make sure there's enough of it to be everywhere and then quickly rinse it off while running your hand over it. Basic mechanics, even when he got to his hair. There was no point in doing anything special with it right now, putting that off for the morning after. Definitely been one hell of a day if he hadn't cared enough to make sure his appearance was presentable in front of company. |
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 2
Serpentemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 10, 2017 17:50:28 GMT
Kimura Kyōryoku
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida briefly raised her arms, studying the jacket against her skin, much paler than she thought it'd be, likely more accustomed to her nightly movements. The difference was striking. Subconsciously, she scratched the surface and frowned as if angry at the clothing itself. Still, she really hoped she wouldn't have to throw these away later, she really liked this jacket... Clothing. New clothing. She sighed and started the arduous task of pushing herself across the room, eyes lidded and barely reacting to her wound flaring with random pain. It wasn't crippling or life-threatening, and she seemed to have lost all interest in herself. Perhaps if this wasn't this particular situation, thoughts of leaving would have came to mind, but that wasn't the case today. Most Nightmare members paid her no heed and if Kimura had been anybody else, there was no doubt she would be suspicious of this, but except for some additional help, he had mostly left her alone, eliminating the suspect nature of this. Regardless, she reached the closet and pulled it open. Her own body language was loose and rather relaxed, her mind reflected this, and she possessed no idea of what she was going to find within. A Digimon. A chocked cry escaped her mouth and she instinctively stepped back, a more earnest yelp shaking her frame as she used her injured leg and fell to her good knee. If the Kotemon continued to do nothing, neither would she, beyond taking some deepning breaths and letting it hiss from her teeth. Her Digivice didn't react, this little Digimon was here from the start...it looked almost like another acquaintance of hers, but some details were missing, and Chousen didn't look like the type to live with a human. A partner, hm?" She growled, picking herself up and regaining her dignity, " Where the hell were you?" She didn't expect an answer, nor really want one, especially if it was some kind of excuse. Instead, she torn through the closet and picked out some random articles of clothing. She made sure to slam the closet door a bit more harshly than she should, face slightly scarlet, as if her body couldn't muster the rage to actually get angry. She recognised the jeans she grabbed were convienently torn and dark. The shirt was some sort of picture seeping through of...some kind of lizard...whatever, it fit, and that was all that mattered. Afterwards, her clothes were set next to Jorgie, who received another affectionate pat while they were still alone and...where was she expected to sleep? The bed? Maybe she didn't give it as much thought as she should have, but she just shrugged and climbed up, slow as if she were unused to the softness. She tried to put herself in the very side, trying to take up as little space as possible in the alien space.
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 3
Kotemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 11, 2017 0:27:54 GMT
There was no reaction to Kaida's surprise, even with the sound she made from her injury. Those small yellow eyes didn't move to get a better view of her, staying affixed to staring straight ahead. Almost as though he hadn't known she was there, a complete facade of indifference. There were words-- not that they were of any importance, who was she to ask questions of him? Of course, she gave up on asking, noticing that her initial prodding of the mind lead to futile results. However, it seemed as though she didn't learn her place quite yet, attempting to slam that door right in Nobunaga's face.
Although it was hard to say what happened, a loud knock occurred, the closer door shutting firmly yet not shaking on its hinges much. A slight snapping sound also accompanied this booming sound, as if something had hit it right as it got into place. A balance of force on both sides. Was it possible the kotemon inside moved to counteract her spite or had it just been the right amount to just shut it loudly? All of this depended on your perception to believe whether the bundle of data cared enough. There was nothing to argue with about how passive it'd been these passed few minutes.
Removing himself from the shower one foot at a time, Kimura toweled off quickly, wrapping it around his waist quickly. Clothes went into the hamper, took a quick look at himself in the mirror, ended up brushing his teeth. Wasn't losing the luster of his smile quite yet, but may as well keep up with the routine. Once in the morning, once in the night. Probably also help from any of his teeth dying out from those punches to his mouth, never had he wanted to experience that look. The young man spat out the saliva from his mouth, frothy and mixed with paste that was just applied onto the exposed part of his skeleton. A quick wash of his face and then he'd re-enter his bedroom yet again.
Stepping back in, he couldn't help but notice the way Kaida took to using his bed-- not that he minded. Just why was she on one side, did she want to fall? Why the fuck was she wearing jeans again? You would think Kimura wasn't this much of a bitch, but he couldn't possibly understand why someone would sleep in such an uncomfortable way. Sighing as he crossed the floor to his closet yet again, he opened it and began to find a pair of boxers to put on. Wasn't much need to put a warning that he'd be naked for a second as he dropped the towel, seeing as she should be trying to sleep.
Only took him a second to slip on his boxers, not like there was much to see but his ass. Before closing the door, the coal-haired male got out a pair of shorts that should fit nicely around her hips. Really shouldn't be closing off that burn wound from getting some nice, healthy oxygen. At least she chose the most legit shirt, an artist signed tee bearing Reptile Lord, independent manga of 2017. It only took a single poke to her stomach before he draped the shorts over her. "Try to sleep comfortably. You act like that's not a luxury and it won't help you to sleep as though you needed to survive. Body won't rest as well," Once again, lecturing her like some child that only just learned how to walk.
Kimura would probably be so fucking annoying if she wasn't submissively tired by this point. Although, she could just reject it and continue to sleep like that, not like he'd push her to do it. The idea was to present them as simple suggestions, no matter how harsh his tone might be. He'd been gone by the time she'd made her decision, hanging up the towel back on the curtain rod for their shower. Rejoining the room again, the door was shut for the final time and the young man would finally be able to lay down in his own bed. The relief from his feet and back had almost been instant, along with how relaxed his breathing came. Probably gonna be asleep in no time if she didn't speak or make any loud noises. |
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 2
Serpentemon
SPIRIT
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 11, 2017 18:54:36 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
While Kaida didn't take much notice to the possible counteract of the silent digital creature, curled with eyes closed but taking shallow breaths as sleep eluded her and was replaced with swirling thoughts...but Jorgie didn't lose interest in the creature that easily. He wasn't even trying to sleep, pupils slit as his forked tongue tasted the air. Vague thoughts of knowing the human's scent lazily entered his mind, but who was this stranger Digimon!? It was even worse as the human entered once more, scent watered down and oddly...clean? Kaida only took notice when he actually spoke, eyes blinking open and staring momentarily as if she couldn't fantom who this person was for a moment. Then...she just sighed and mumbled something incoherent and followed up with a much more audible, " But it's your bed." She'd hate it if somebody just took something of hers without permission, much less a word like she had just did...but if Kimura insisted... Inch by slow inch, she edged back onto the bed and unfurled from the near ball she had enclosed herself in. Still, she clearly laid away from her host, away from touch, from contact. A few seconds, he seemed to be trying to sleep. She closed her eyes, ripping them back up in a brief moment of uncertainty. Still trying to sleep. Was she safe? Here of all places? She met eyes with Jorgie, his eyes were still open, even weakened he would watch. Safe.Kaida pulled her head down and, surprisingly, felt drowsiness starting to overcome her mind. She was safe, and soon she'd be asleep... Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by sopdet on Oct 16, 2017 20:07:42 GMT
[googlefont="Electrolize|VT323"] HOLD ON
SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED...
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