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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 13, 2017 14:54:44 GMT
There was nothing truly threatening him right now, but Kimura felt like things were going to get tense soon. It'd been a while since he'd done something like this, sit down and stare at some cards. Just didn't look like the type to have childish toys at this age, but they were very important to him at this moment. Ultimately, they were his strategy, his bread and butter for any oncoming scuffles that were to happen. Of course, it also meant that he'd actually have to start communicating with his partner again. How long had it been since they've spoken to one another, why had neither done anything sooner.
Kotemon was still there in that closet, choosing to be a skeleton of a former life with no connection to its tamer. Ultimately, they were betraying each other and their union, as if someone chose wrong. No one simply got a digivice because they liked digimon-- there was something grander at work here. For what reason, however, was hard to say. Just like now, where it was hard to say what card he'd place into his deck, wading through them slowly. After a while, the young man reached a substantially different card, in material and description.
To put it plainly, it didn't look like a digi-modify card, it was completely blue with an electronic strip on the side. Thinking about it, there'd been a long time since he'd seen this card. Maybe a year and a half, two years, yet it still lingered on that same feeling. As if an inherent darkness laid inside it, raveled in a binding of a simple gift. How did he manage to receive this? Didn't bare any company's branding and it definitely wasn't something he found available for purchase online. The socialite knew what it was for though. . . maybe it was time to retrace his steps on what happened that day.
It was somewhere in his memories, not traumatic yet incredibly relevant to the person he was now. After school, around the middle of junior year. Not much had changed from his appearance since that day, maybe a few inches of height and a slimmer weight. It was the usual route, going from school in Shinjuku to the headquarters in Shinagawa. From there, he'd see what was going on or find another activity, maybe a bio-emergence. Rare around these times, but they happened nonetheless, quite the trendy thing to do among the three factions.
Seemed like this was one of those instances, luck be his as he traveled with partner in tow. Thankfully, the young man would leave him at the headquarters daily, didn't want him getting lonely. This was when he was naive and had no idea the bounds of his partners stoicism. Those days had passed, now learning he could go days upon end with the choice of silence. In the time spent, it'd been understandable, such as during foot traffic. Carrying him as a more infantile digimon, almost like a stuffed animal. Hard to believe that delinquent Kimura Kyoroku held onto a stuffed animal.
Things certainly have changed. The walk didn't seem to take all that long, not like he had a range of time for the entirety of this event. Must've been fast enough if he was the first to respond. . . it was hard to tell right now if that was the truth. What happened as he entered the fog had been unlike anything ever experienced. The layout of the train station the dived into had been changed. Hallways seemed longer, stairs looked as if they lead on forever or to nowhere. What caused this change in architecture, why was it so bizarre? |
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Post by Dancer on Oct 13, 2017 22:44:24 GMT
 this sick world. The station grew emptier, and emptier yet. It was certainly an odd phenomenon, especially seeing that the train station was an area that never slept in Tokyo. Sooner than later, it would be completely clear, leaving only a single soul; a dark haired boy, clutching onto his partner as if it were a stuffed animal. It was a really endearing sight to see. The environment would twist and complex itself, the power of a hidden monster already at work. It drilled and dug, deep within the boy's mind, uncovering his fears, secrets, and inner thoughts, then combining with its own, warping the environment to its liking using this information. An elaborate illusion, perhaps it could be called perfect. There were no glaring flaws, no way to tell what was real and what wasn't, and generally, no hints. Any professional magician would bleed with envy over this amazing power. It was the greatest trick. But why play it on this boy? There was something that burned within him, a drive, a motivation. Those eyes...they held so much resentment, yet they still had so much to learn. There was something within him attractive, compelling, a divine charisma hidden by a dark past. Perhaps these factors would lead him to climb mountains, or maybe it would just lead to his demise. N-no...y-you can s-still fight, r-right? The look in her eyes that day. Fear, hatred, no, there was none of that. None of that came until later, by the time it was already too late. Yet, she could relate, for whatever reason it may of been. A young blonde, bright golden eyes and messy hair, would be the only soul Kimura would see in the station. She would joyfully approach, humming a children's rhyme. Easy to mistake her for harmless; she was maybe only fifteen at the time. On this day, nobody would die. On this day, maybe she would gain a 'friend.' "Hey, mister! Whatcha doing here all alone?" There was an unnatural power coming from this girl, she hadn't yet learned how to conceal that part yet. Any Digimon would be able to know something fishy was going on, and she was likely the conduit. [ To begin the quest, send Kotemon off to try to find a way out. Speak to the girl to distract her. ] MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 14, 2017 4:24:52 GMT
No matter how far they'd managed to walk, it seemed like in a matter of minutes, they'd pass something familiar. A poster, a trashcan, some benches. Everything looked damn near the same, at least on this platform. Down below? Who knows, having decided not to yet take that descent before his own, into what seemed like unending madness. Taking a look at few of the signs around, the young teenager couldn't quite read them easily. A few words could be understood, but all the other symbols next to it seemed like junk information. Completely foreign to him, unlike the straight lines found in Japanese calligraphy.
His feet didn't hurt yet, continuing to walk despite no change in the environment around him. Kimura spent much of this time looking at the signature on his digivice than to actually look up. It was still there, still straight ahead on the path he was following. Was this some kind of bug or something? Then that'd mean wherever he did manage to find himself was actually scary. There was nothing threatening about a bio-emergence, given they'd had the upper hand most of this time. What had this been then, his own personal hell? Certainly symbolic, but not nearly enough to truly describe the person he is.
Through all this time and thought, the socialite never noticed the young girl in her stroll towards him. Not even that humming, the use of her tone expressing its exuberance and youth. Once she'd been right under him to ask what he was doing was when Kimura actually stepped back in surprise. No noise was made on his part, being able to catch his tongue rather quickly now, a skill he was still learning to deploy. There was no reason to scream-- she wasn't scary, although the fact that she showed no fear of bumping right into him was concerning. As if she already knew she'd be capable of stopping him in his tracks.
Not like anyone who was in this oddity of a realm wouldn't be in their right mind to do so. They were the first people to probably find each other, if others decided to wander in. Why did she address him as mister, they were practically the same age? His skin wasn't drying or wrinkling was it? For a teenager boy, Kimura was rather tall in comparison to the average man of his land, so that may have played into it. This wasn't the first time he'd been mistaken for an adult either way, just never found it necessary. Then again, some people aren't just joking around, they actually perceive that he could be one.
"I don't think anyone knows what they'd be doing here," It was a simple answer, truly speaking to the concept of where the fuck are they. Outside of the answer of a train platform, there was no exit in sight, only further continuance downward. Could really only wonder the same for himself, why on god's green earth was this girl here? There wasn't much a reason to say it, probably on his face already. There were better questions anyway, "Uhm, not to alarm you, but you haven't seen any kind of odd creature running around, have you?" That was one of them, where the fuck is this digimon?
Honestly, it was hard to tell whether he'd get a straight answer or not. It'd only be fitting with the bizarre nature of this situation, still trying to see if anything was amiss. At least, out of the current state of the area, this was slowly turning into what would be his reality. Especially if they didn't find a way out. Of course, now this meant one of two things-- either he'd stay here and wait with this girl or he'd take her with him. Now, Kimura is a gentleman and there is no way he would lead a lady further to danger. There was always a middle ground solution, one of which he'd make use of right now.
No matter if she'd say where it was, the current idea was to bring her to safety first. As such, the young teenager let his Kapurimon down, getting ready to be deployed. One would expect him to act more discretely, but it'd only been one witness. Who would believe her that this digital monster the boy was carrying around could become a slightly larger digital monster. Within a few seconds of him being on the ground, Nobunaga had taken his original state as the bokken-wielding Kotemon. "Alright, I want you to find out how to get out of here. I'm going to wait with her to make sure she feels safe," Basic explanation, nothing more was needed before his partner had left.
Looking back at the girl, he couldn't help but feel that something was more wrong about this than usual. Now, hard to say what the usual was, but it just wasn't right. One of them had committed some kind of deep, deep inequality. Was it him to her, her to him, them to the world? What had Kimura done in the recent time since this entire situation occurred. An odd question passed his lips, as if a thought seeped from his brain, "Hey, my eyes aren't red, are they?" Obviously, this wasn't caused by blazing one of the way over, but it'd help his perspective to remember whether he'd been high or not. |
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Post by Dancer on Oct 15, 2017 13:58:11 GMT
this sick world. So that's it, isn't it? You don't even have a plan, you just run around and do whatever you want. Tch, this is exactly why kids shouldn't have Digimon...No plan, huh? Yes, that was right, now that she had started to think about it. There was no rhyme or reason to anything she did, and nothing she accomplished brought her any closer to anything important. It was similar to firing in the dark, and hoping she shot something. Perhaps these thoughts brought her to the station; and to this guy. Maybe he had some answers, or could bring her an understanding. "A monster? Ahaha, no way, not here." Her jovial reply to the trapped man was full of suspicion - she clearly wasn't telling the full truth at this point. But why would she, to this total stranger? Soon enough, the "stuffed animal" the dark individual carried around with him jumped down, and transformed into a new form. They worked well as a team, and the kendo-using lizard was on his way to find an exit, his partner staying behind to keep her safe. Now that was an interesting development. He must know that taking a girl without any visible defenses along with him would put her in danger, it was real heroic thinking. But no, that wasn't entirely it, was it? He was on guard, hard to notice, but still noticeable. The air was thick, tension weighing it down. "No, your eyes are black!" Childish reply, she had totally missed the actual question here. He was attempting to gain a perception of the world he was in, and that would be counterproductive to her. For as you see, the blonde was also on her guard. "Are you a Digimon Tamer?" What a blunt question, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm a huge fan, I think you guys are so cool, the coolest!" It wasn't unheard of for the occasional child to aspire to be a Digimon Tamer like they saw on television, though their parents would often dissuade them by telling them the false reality that the creatures do not exist.
Meanwhile, Kotemon would find himself in a mysterious passage. The hall turned into three different directions, all which seemed to go nowhere important. There were stairs going up in one way, stairs going down another way, and strange enough, an elevator that didn't seem to have any place in the station - seeing that it didn't have many floors. A. Take the stairs up.
B. Take the stairs down.
C. Investigate the elevator. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 15, 2017 17:04:44 GMT
It was hard to not take her response for granted, but there was no certainty. Why would she lie to him, what did she stand to gain from doing so? There was no apparent answer, nothing to speak of for an underlying motive to her use of tone. Maybe it wasn't that she was lying, but it was impossible to figure out what she meant. There was only one other way to solve this, checking his digivice. The cat was already out of the bag, there was no reason for him to not show her his digivice.
She joked around with him, not understanding the subtext or simply choosing to ignore it. Just like how he should probably be ignoring the current malfunction of his scanner, giving it a look now. The signature came from the middle of the screen, which should indicate he's right next to him. That would be some next level, cosmic horror type shit, but there wasn't this threatening consequence that came with looking at her. Unless it were a mask for her true form, seeing as she displayed some relative interest in the topic of 'digimon'. This wasn't unusual, but there was something incredibly more suspicious to the situation at hand. . . along with leaving himself defenseless.
Kotemon had been far away enough for her to strike some kind of killing blow on him, so why did she continue the conversation? No matter how hard he could think about this question, there weren't any relevant answers. May as well answer hers then, "I would suppose so." It was hard for him to take the compliment as an appeal to his ego, still unsure about this enigmatic girl. She was compliant enough to take inquiries from him, possibly the only way to get what he was looking for. Gonna be a bold move, nothing better to do than to state it out loud and see what reaction you get.
"So uhh, here's an idea. You see this?" A casual question as he let her take a look at the screen on his digivice, plain view between the two of them. "Now, I know you're a smart girl, figured me out quickly. Can you figure out why this device is showing there's supposed to be a large digital power source?" Really doubling down here by asking her this kind of question, hoping for the best regardless. Her answers may not always be direct but that was no reason to disregard their usefulness.
With the amount of steps the Kotemon took, it would seem that he hadn't ventured too far from his tamer. One look back, however, was astounding. The sight once again looked like it stretched on forever, with Kimura and the girl just barely in sight, featureless to him. Only recognizable because they were the only people suspected to be here, but nothing about this could be suspected. What if they were mere fabrications, clones of their truer counterparts replacing them without any indication such had occurred? There was no reason to be so paranoid about what was going on, but it just built up in the back of the mind.
Only time could tell what the true nature of this baffling conspiracy was, as long as they had the will to survive it. There was still weakness in that boy he'd been partnered with, yet to be fully eliminated. Took strides and bounds to get where they were in this relationship, but it was turning up nicely. His own spirit was unquestionable, even if it was subjected to many people requesting knowledge as towards what is his purpose. If they didn't understand, then words didn't need to be wasted on the topic. Equally unquestionable was the choice of actions taken next, trying to make swift work of the riddle.
Here it lay, an option of leading upwards, downwards, and possibly both. One would take their time to believe the current mission was ascension to the surface. Such talk lies in the minds of the defeated, those who wish to retreat among unfavorable circumstances. Nay, they will move on, but not without questioning what this third element entailed. It was a mechanical construction, laid bare to the middle of the platform, as if to say 'there's something here'. Of course, without question, the midget dragon did what only any brave soldier would do in this situation.
Without doubt, Nobunaga took up arms, bokken in its draped hands. A single step back, breathe for peace and prosperity in mind with your next strike! A single step forth, the cloth-coated tip of his weapon met with the foe before it, this mystery. In short: He just thrust his bamboo-laden weapon into the button of the elevator. The response would be inexplicable, the thrill entirely encapsulating every moment as he gripped the guard tighter and tighter! Or so he thought, what happened next could've been completely fucking mundane.
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Post by Dancer on Oct 17, 2017 1:12:12 GMT
this sick world. "No way! No wayyy! That must mean like, you're the coolest!" She sung praises of the man and Tamers everywhere, but this was not what she truly believed. No, her behavior was not a facade right now, but nor was it the truth. It was a result of a mental break, a crack in her sanity, causing her to trail on, out of her control, out of her mind. "I love Tamers, I want to be one, I wanna be better, I wanna murder one!" The air would certainly thicken at the mention of this. Tension - two without their partners nearby. So this man did have a Digivice, and it was a pretty one at that. Such fine pieces of technology, so misused, so abused by the common masses. Nobody really knew how to had fun with these things, just stumbled around, asking questions they wouldn't find any answers to. The fanged girl spoke up once more, "Oh! That's probably just my friend," Despite what had come out of her mouth earlier, she was still jovial. She wasn't hiding anything, which would surely be alarming. "With a single thought I can turn you into a brain dead zombie, ahah..." People had to know who was in control of a situation, after all, she didn't want him doing anything that might cost him his life. They had just met. "With one touch..." Her right hand, which was covered in some sort of medical bandaging, softly rested upon a nearby trashcan. It began to break down into data, spreading out and aging, as if years and years were going by, metal decayed in a matter of seconds. "..Ahaha, I think you get the point!" She cheerfully said, sitting down upon a bench. "Now that you know the position you're in, let's talk! It's been so long since I've talked to strangers...I've been starting to feel reeeeal lonely!"
DING!The elevator would open its doors, revealing a crimson velvet interior, fit for a five star penthouse. Yeah, this definitely didn't belong in a train station, so it wouldn't take a genius to figure out there was something wrong here. However, it didn't look like there were any traps involved, and no monsters jumped out of it, so it could be nothing. Inside, the elevator had 13 numbers near the door, but none of them were in any sort of proper order. It began with 13, then ended with 4. Must be a bunch of nonsense. Regardless, there are a few options that Kotemon could take in this situation. A. Take the stairs up.
B. Take the stairs down.
C. Press a button. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 18, 2017 3:35:02 GMT
She dodged these questions with ease, by seguing into a completely different topic. The untimely death of a youth, whether it be through strange circumstance or for the simple reason of gang violence. This wasn't his first time meeting someone from the other factions, but something about her was much different. That deeply disturbing fact that murder didn't damper her happy mood, possibly making her even more chipper. Very few people could be so nonchalant about the concept, joking about death, yet this was far more vicious. She means it.
It was hard to believe that he'd been trapped in this wide open area, but there weren't any other options for him than to stay there. If he ran, he was defenseless from whatever this friend may have been. There wasn't any real objective other than to survive next to some stab-happy girl, which was only to assume her weapon of choice. Didn't seem like the type to take him on in a fist fight, must have some kind of hidden weapon. More than likely a knife, there was just this feeling that she truly enjoyed the look of pain on another persons face. There was still the option to run, but that had to be fought, it wasn't smart for him right now.
And then things only got worse as she continued to display her own abilities at causing ones life to disappear. Quite literally at that, although what shape it took before it'd been completely gone was a mystery. Not that he had never seen it before, just that the young teenager couldn't understand why it occurred. These streams of data that flashed before his eyes and then left the world, to be absorbed by the victor of a fierce clash or left to rot. Now, the question on his mind was 'how the fuck did she do that' and it could only be followed with the idea that she didn't do it to his digimon. She was toying with him, but for how long?
That feeling to fly far away from this encounter was still there, a lump in his throat that felt as though it were to be regurgitated. Where would he find the means to relax and swallow it down. The danger hadn't occurred yet, this might all be fine. Looking over, there'd been a bench near their platform, not too far from where the trash can used to reside. "If you'll, uhh, excuse me, I'm gonna go make myself fuckin' comfortable while we have this conversation," Swearing may not have been the best way to cope right now. Probably not gonna find it as funny as the guys do, but at least he didn't direct it at her. Far worse a circumstance if he did.
His feet took him exactly where he wanted to go, itching for a walk before being given yet another rest. Reclining against the metal seating, this was going to be the most comfort he'd have this entire time. Not like he wasn't used to it, the railway system was one of the most important things for the youth of this country. Now, uhh, just what was there to talk about? Maybe why she loves tamers. . . unless that ends up triggering her. "So, uhh, what's the coolest thing about tamers? Some of my friends have some pretty nice cards," These were to be his last words. Please, engrave them on his tombstone, 'my friends have some pretty nice cards'.
There it was, the sound of the feral beast! Such a vicious animal will have no quarter! Pulling his weapon back, he'd lunge forth, his effort fully displaced in the diagonal slash that could only be judged by only the finest aikido masters. It was a swift, powerful movement that caused him to trip and land his masked face against the floor. Fucking nothing was there-- the sound of the elevator opening was merely a trick in its own way. It was of a far better quality than the rest of the station, quite an odd feature for this place.
Pushing himself to his feet, Nobunaga took a full turn to inspect the surroundings. Only thing truly out of the ordinary was the range of floors and their arrangement in number. Floor 4 would be considered the bottom given their scheme here, but that couldn't be true. A proper building ends at floor 1 or any other similarly named variant, had been to enough apartment buildings to know that. Now, the question was what floor had they been on, given they had a choice between going further above and deeper below. This would all be based off a guess, but it had to be any number but 1 and 13 for now, unless this elevator was only a ruse.
Only way to test it out was to find what floor they were on currently and then take it the proper route out of here. Maybe it was a series of buttons, maybe it was something far less sinister. He could just continually guess the numbers, but it wasn't worth his time at the moment to dilly-dally. There had been fair maidens in need of rescue, a proposition both himself and Kimura could agree upon. Sadly, the truth wasn't as visible to him at this moment. Both in this riddle and within their earlier encounter.
The idea was that he could start from 3, since if he's not already there, he should be on floor 2. It wasn't that simple though, wanting to be cautious about this whole situation. Instead, he pressed the button with the bokken, dropped it on the floor, and left the elevator. Such genius from the general himself, to remain safe even in the possibility of peril. Either way, the doors will probably close with the bamboo-built item still inside. The kotemon itself will venture upstairs in the hope of finding its weapon, readily available to him at the push of a button. Or he'd be stuck waiting until the elevator got to his floor, but that would still give him a relative distance of the height traveled.
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Post by Dancer on Oct 19, 2017 3:08:25 GMT
this sick world. The dark haired youth was nervous, but that was to be expected. The fanged girl wasn't exactly skilled when it came to stuff like smooth talking, so the only way to get people to listen was a show of force. Staying in that innocent persona for too long caused all sorts of headaches, so it wasn't optimal. "Nice cards. Oh yeah, cards are really nice, I have some really nice cards, too. Some really, really, nice cards." What was this idiot talking about? Did he not just see her display of power? Her response was full of an unstable sarcasm, as if she were about to crack at any given moment. Curiously enough, she wiped her face and composed herself. There was no need to give into those urges right now. "You have friends, like right?" The girl cheerfully spoke, soft yet full of energy. She rocked back and forth in her seat, like a child going through a sugar rush. "Yep yep, that's what you just said." That was right, what they all said to her. "How come I can make I can't make any?" The blonde smiled wide, revealing her pair of sharpened teeth, giving it am uneasy look. "I'm really fun to be around!!"
The elevator surely moved once Kotemon had pulled off his clever trick, sending the elevator up. Nothing seemed strange about this, so it wouldn't be dangerous to continue on with the plan. The air was hazy, and it constantly felt like something was lurking around the corner. But much of this suspense was for naught, as the station appeared empty. The stairs would seem long, almost endless, but finally, the lizard warrior would reach the next floor. This particular floor seemed to be covered in a dense fog, making it difficult to see but a two feet in front of one's self. This didn't seem like a train station anymore. The floor was carpeted, the walls covered with a dingy wallpaper. It had to be some sort of hotel, but how? Nevermind that, finding the elevator should be the Digimon's primary task. The layout is totally different here. It seems like you can go left or right. A. Left
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 19, 2017 16:16:25 GMT
Why the fuck was she doing this to him-- he did exactly what she asked and yet she was still being indignant. Like he'd done her some injustice simply for existing and being here today. The worst part about it was her annoying sarcasm, it never lead off from where it started. It was more like a loop with her pitch only ascending when she wanted to put specific emphasis on repeated words. He was in a room with a loaded gun that had the midas touch for data, being essentially chastised for being compliant. Maybe this is why she had no fucking friends.
Hard to see what she really meant, given the unusual use of words, flipping from the probable to the improbable. Either she did or she didn't, easier to guess that she didn't, bitch was crazy. Kimura honestly thought he understood women by this point in life-- really, he only understood some of the girls he hanged around. Running with a large group gave him an equally large sample size for the world, but all this research was useless. Everyone was unique, just like little miss psychosis over here. Honestly, he never expected to meet this level of crazy in his life, this was some next level bullshit.
As she smiled, it could only bring up more questions, like why were her teeth so sharp? Did they start growing that way when she snapped in early infancy? Did she chisel them down to complete the deranged lolita look? What the fuck was going on. "Yeah, and you look cute, too," What the fuck did he just say? Why did he say that, he knew he didn't believe it, hoping it sounded genuine enough to her ears. Maybe it'd work, she probably didn't hear the word 'cute' that often, especially about her own appearance.
Where was he supposed to lead from that, she seemed like she wanted to lead the conversation but gave him very little to say. Should he just keep trying to praise her and sate her childlike mind about the powers of friendship & its mystical qualities? Sure, he had friends, but at the end of the day it wasn't going to be the most important thing. Maybe he should lead away from that, it was triggering her for the most part, "Well, what kind of things do you find fun?" Great, he just asked her the one question that could only make this situation far more disturbing.
The journey of a thousand miles did begin with a single step, but one had hoped their journey didn't have such a steep incline. These steps made it easier, but there was still quite a hassle moving his small body up this near-infinite flight. No matter how far, he would have to travel and bear this ordeal, soon being met by the same thick fog that greeted them when they entered. Had he been leaving? If so, that was far easier than he could believe, only to be met with the reality that it couldn't have been.
Something about the floor he stepped on when he reached the next platform was different, obviously so. It hadn't been made of slabs of polished rock like the steps that lead here but a threaded carpet. Hard to see around all this fog, but everything around him was definitely darker. Whether this was caused by the light sources being covered or the decor of the area, not easy to tell between them right now. Either way, he wasn't able to go any further forward, having tried and walked right into a wall. That wasn't expected, but it only lead him to believe there were still three choices.
There had only been two, but he didn't check if there was a way back to the last platform. It disappeared, yet Nobunaga never checked to see if that was the case, still assuming it was there. No reason to look back when you have to keep moving forward, thinking about which direction to partake next. There was no way to distinguish between which way to go when he looked, so it was time for a little reconnaissance. If this didn't tire him too much, he would travel down the left hall first until there was something of note and trying to commit it to memory. Unless there was an immediate consequence, the midget dragon would attempt to return down the hall to the right side. |
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Post by Dancer on Oct 20, 2017 7:56:11 GMT
this sick world. "C-cute?" The girl seemed confused at this compliment, her cheeks instantly turning red. This was quite the surprise, and so out of nowhere. How long had it been since she heard that? Was it genuine? It was too much to process in the moment. "I-I, uhh, thank you. Really?" Still somewhat in shock, she tried to get it together and move on from the subject. What was this man up to? Was he capable of mind tricks, as well? He was on his guard, but his speech didn't seem to be making any sense. It was refreshing in a way, meeting a strange man whom she couldn't read or predict. It had been so long since she had heard that, and longer yet that someone had been able to surprise her. The blonde laid back, smiling, and seemingly getting more comfortable. Then came the next question - another simple one. Small, easy words and questions, but yet ones that were so emotionally stimulating. Just maybe, he did have some sort of mental superpowers. Right...how to answer this question without being disturbing in any matter. "Oh, well, I like to eat candy." Really, that was all she could say? This was completely out of character. "I like to sing, dance, all that normal girl stuff, ya know?" Her large mouth let out a surprisingly petite giggle, "but I tell ya, what I love most is causing problems." Her jovial tone would continue, as if she were joking about something innocent. "Yes...aha...what I'd really love to do is shake this society's foundation until it breaks apart!" It was becoming more apparent why she didn't have any friends. Her eyes turned to her subject, squinting in joy, "well, howwa bout you?"
The left. It seemed to be a wise choice to take, especially since a morbid scraping sound could now be heard from the right. Skiiiiirt. Skiiiiiiiiiit. Something large and sharp was being dragged across the wall on the opposite end. The sound traveled slow, so it was likely some distance away, and not going very fast. There was nothing there to sense, strangely enough. No new signals appeared on the Digivice. Forward, forward, forward, this hallway was near as long as the stairs. There were a number of rooms, detailed 402-410, indicting this really was a hotel. Considering the sound from behind, ducking into these rooms probably wouldn't be a good idea, and checking all of them was out of the equation. You figure you can probably check three (DEX check) before whatever is making makes it to your location. At the end of the hallway, you see a large metal door. You're unsure if its locked or not. A. Check doors
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 20, 2017 14:21:39 GMT
Kimura could only offer a few surprised blinks to the girls stutter of his previous compliment. She definitely heard him right and was immediately flustered by this. How his skill of flirting had came in handy at this type of situation was hard to tell. Now, he could realistically say she was cute with meaning it too-- maybe not in appearance, but her behavior had made up for it. The question was whether or not he should play into it, keep her off her game by sating her with compliments. This all had been some mundane stroke of her ego, after all, she didn't state wanting to kill him and hadn't been making efforts to.
He threw caution to the wind with the next choice of words he had, "Yeah, when you're not smiling like a lunatic." Oh, that was the dumbest fucking thing, why did he think that was funny right now? If the young teenager had to choose his last words, it wouldn't be anything poetic at all. Good description of his life, immature kid dies from saying immature things. He'd try hard to cover his tracks as she laid back and smiled in a way that was more human, "See, like that, that's a nice smile." That wasn't going to be enough, but it would keep the moment around the same relative mood it started with.
His question brought up a good set of answers, which was what he hoped for. She definitely did sound like she enjoyed having fun, might've been his type of girl if it weren't for the whole 'trying to intimidate him' thing. Some guys loved that shit, except for when they died from it, fucking numbskulls. The plan for Kimura is the same as it had been: do not stick your dick in crazy. The list started simple: candy, singing, dancing, societal collapse, all that simple girl stuff. Would've probably invited her to nightmare if it wasn't for the fact that she was having a major psychotic breakdown a moment ago.
The giggling was a nice touch, made it seem far less depressing that she wanted to lay waste to the very system that allowed for modern life. They've came a rather far way from the sengoku period and as much as he'd love to be some badass anime samurai, it ain't happening. The next best thing was the midget in the kendo armor and he was secure with that choice. People who hate society generally only hate a part of it, at least that's what he thought. You can't equate society as a whole to have zero value, otherwise why would people fight over what consisted as culture? "Is it a specific function of society, by the way? I understand why some people believe currency is the root of all evil, but I feel like you're going a bit beyond that," Great, now he was taking part in her interests, too.
You'd think it took a longer time to develop stockholm syndrome, but he'd made the decision to both compliment her and ask her about her crazy fucking beliefs. Don't think he ever wanted to be in a situation where he's having a deep conversations about the short-comings of the world with a psychopath. Thankfully, that train of thought broke away when she asked him about his own interests, "I'm pretty boring, I guess. Outside of the whole digimon thing, I box, and uhh. . . I'm actually a part of a gang?" It sounded like he was questioning himself at this point. Why did he want to tell her that, it wasn't going to change the direction of the conversation. Hopefully she'd get caught up on the boxing thing, but it wasn't likely.
On second thought, the Kotemon did not make the choice to turn back to the right, there was definitely something impeding his progress that way. Seemed to be holding some large object, either iron or steel, sharp enough to scrape the wall. The great sense of detection he prided himself on worked so well, knowing that it had yet to become a problem to him. Soon enough, however, it may become quite an issue, if he didn't find where to go. There were nine doors available to him along with a large one made of metal rather than wood. Usually, large metal doors were locked in hotels, unless they lead to a fire escape staircase.
So, here he was, at the end of the hallway, unsure how many turns he made to even get here. There wasn't going to be much time, so he may as well check as many doors as possible. While one might consider the idea that he was just trying to find a room to hide in, it was more complex than that. He needed to find either a room with an elevator or with a weapon in it. Didn't expect that making himself defenseless was exactly what this foe wanted, creating this mystery with meticulous planning. This would be no problem, as every plan has its flaw to be exposed, even his own.
It was once again lead up to by great use of intuition to decide which of these doors he would check. None of them gave him any kind of tell to which would be open and which would be locked. He had to try to check on both sides of the hall to maximize the possibility of finding an open door. It would be easiest to start from the middle, Nobunaga figured, going for 405 first to check it out. No matter whether it opened or not, he would trek towards 403 next, taking some steps back. Lastly, he'd pick his only even door, one farther up with the numbers 408 on them.
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Post by Dancer on Oct 24, 2017 0:43:36 GMT
this sick world. There certainly was an ominous force at work here. No trains, no people, no sounds around. It was something out of a science fiction novel, or at it's worst, a horror flick. It just had that certain air, one that would make any common man nervous to the bone. This was perhaps the first time she encountered someone who didn't scream, didn't run, and didn't panic, at least outright. It was an interesting experience, certainly for both souls. The dark haired boy jumbled up some words regarding her smile, at first somewhat insulting it, but then complimenting it once more. Where was this coming from? These were emotions she couldn't quite process to their fullest, so it was a subject the blonde would somewhat ignore. "Haha, what are you even talking 'bout. I got the best smile around." Awkward, but it was the best she could do. Finally, he spoke of something she could really get behind with all of her being. Yes, this society was corrupt to the bone, and money was the root of all evil, but even more so, he was on target about this being more. Yes, it was so much more. "This world was blessed by another, granting children and young adults errywhere the ability to get hooked up with monsters of great power." Serious tone, but there was definitely a laughter she was trying her hardest to hold back. "This society...it is wrong. People squander money, squander power, and abuse their destinies." A little laugh came out, but the lunatic was able to keep it all together. "It's all wrong...and I wish to destroy it. People like Masao Tenno; worshipped for their "vision of justice." It makes me sick, but nobody thinks anything of it." It was clear she had some intense drive behind this, and she got so caught up in her words that the laughter couldn't be held back any longer, "I'm, hahaha, I'm gonna become a symbol for this world, haha. One that will inspire thousands to follow my dream!" She stood up, reaching out her arms as if she was calling to the world. Was it really okay to disclose this information to this nobody? Of course it was; it needed to be known to the world. "You see, you and me, we're a lot alike, ahahaha! I, too, am in a gang." This would be alarming information to hear. It wasn't Nightmare, as Kimura would've seen her before, and it wasn't the Busters, no way, not with how she just spoke of their leader. The Web Troopers would be improbable as well, seeing that they never revealed their identities. There was only one left.
Without checking the metal door, you aren't quite sure if its locked or not. The only thing that was certain was that the horrible sound from earlier was getting closer and closer. Without having a read on the enemy, it was still unsafe to attempt to find it. It was also unknown if the source of this sound even knew where the Kotemon was at. The room 405 - was unfortunately locked and sealed tight. You could probably bust it open, but that would sacrifice some well-needed time. It was probably better to move onto the next room, which you have done. There was more luck with 403, which swung open with the slightest touch. This was clearly a hotel suite. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Boring decor, bad artwork, and a color scheme that no man with a sense of style would ever have in their own home. By the heater, you notice a tall metal object. Sharp, even, and with a handle. This was the only object of note in the room. You have enough time to quickly grab the imitation katana (+2 strength) before leaving the room. The last room, 408. There is less in this room, but the refrigerator is oddly left open. Inside, there exists nothing but a key card and a few bugs, likely looking for any leftovers. It would probably be ideal to snatch this up before returning to the metal door. Once there, you would notice the door has a mechanism that allows for the swiping of some sort of card alongside it. The noise is only inches away, but you still haven't caught sight of it due to the fog. A. Swipe the keycard
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