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KoKabuterimon
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Post by Toshiro Emiya on Oct 22, 2017 22:45:16 GMT
The busters patrolling the streets of Tokyo seemed like they were growing more numerous these days. The former blonde found himself having a hard time taking two steps out of the motel of the week without running into one, two, or a damn swine of them.
Just a few minutes ago he had been forced to take a wide detour just to evade running into a large group of them. Had they been searching for him? Had they just been going out? Toshiro didn't know, and these days, he didn't care.
After the scare with the Ninja Hunter, he preferred to avoid being seen at all if possible. He had only come out of his current refuge in order to buy ingredients to make his meals. Until the scare finally got out of his system, eating outside just felt too risky now.
The detour had taken him to the docks, away from any of those shinjuku chuckleheads, but the lack of any visible busters did little to ease the tenseness in the former blonde's neck.
A few rumors had reached his ears ever since he had been forced onto the streets, and none of the ones relating to the docks were any good.
He had to be quick about this. He was getting close to his destination, Shinagawa. Nightmare territory would hopefully be less packed with Busters.
The young man took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a few seconds. Once he felt he had released some of the tenseness, he continued moving at a brisk pace.
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SOLO DIGIMON
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Musimon
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Post by DJ on Oct 25, 2017 16:42:56 GMT
Sitting near a small nightclub several blocks away from the wandering teenager was a lone Musimon, who leaned against one of the antique street lamps as its phosphorescent light flickered and fizzed. His head bops with the set beat of soft jazz-hop coming from inside the premises--though DJ has a relaxed smile on his face, deep down, he is quite upset at the situation.
You see, most of the places in Japan not only had no awareness of the existence of Digimon, but were also seedy enough to attract all kinds of unsavory characters. The surly drunkard waiting for a fight to break out at the drop of a coin. The guy who always sits in the corner to sob about that breakup that happened four months ago. Call girls. You name it, and chances are there were plenty of them just lurking about.
Plus, if DJ were to simply just waltz in, there was a pretty solid chance the cops would get called. As sensible as he tended to be in these moments, DJ still felt rather miffed about being unable to do a thing about it without there being consequences attached. All he wanted to do go inside, have a drink or two (DJ had heard this thing called a 'martini' was pretty great), and jam the fuck out.
Was that such a big deal?
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LONER
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KoKabuterimon
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Post by Toshiro Emiya on Oct 25, 2017 17:26:15 GMT
Having to walk to not attract attention to himself was both annoying and nerve wracking, to say the least. The adrenaline from the chase just a few days ago was gone, but the hyper-awareness of everything going around him and the paranoia the scare had induced just refused to leave him.
Again, annoying.
Nothing to do but to keep plowing forward. He was making good progress and would hopefully be in Nightmare territory before it got late. He could rent a small room for the night on a motel there and be back to his main refuge by the next day's high noon.
The young man took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a few seconds. Once he felt he had released some of the tenseness, he continued moving at a brisk pace.
The booming music of the several clubs that cluttered the seedier parts of the port was but a far away echo, and though the young man would have appreciated the presence of other humans in the vicinity, if only to hopefully make it less likely for someone to try and pull something on his lonesome self, they were sadly not on the path leading towards the Shinagawa ward.
He picked up his pace.
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SOLO DIGIMON
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Musimon
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Post by DJ on Oct 26, 2017 5:05:59 GMT
A cold breeze rolls by, provoking a shiver from DJ while the speakers on his ears and body whined softly in response. Nobody had come outside yet, which was a good thing, but the streets were looking pretty damn empty. That was never good.
The Musimon takes a glimpse at his surroundings, head still bobbing to the soft dulcet tones of the nearby club as they bled from the doorway like runny molasses, keeping his heart rate just level enough to feign the appearance of complete relaxation.
The only change to occur in the next few minutes that followed, was a lone human being, somewhat young-looking, swiftly passing the street that DJ had occupied. Probably in a hurry to go see a movie or something.
Maybe he ought to follow along and check it out, too?
The bright yellow lapine shakes his head. Nah. This track was dope as fuck.
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LONER
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KoKabuterimon
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Post by Toshiro Emiya on Oct 27, 2017 23:31:41 GMT
Well, nothing had happened yet. The fact did little to ease the tenseness he felt however. Damn it, maybe he shouldn't have tried to inform himself too much. All the rumors on top of ninja man were throwing him off.
The fact he felt as if someone were staring at him helped none. He had caught a tiny silhouette leaning against a street lamp across from a night club, seemingly the one looking at him.
He had 'calmly' turned his gaze back towards his path, keeping his pace even. Just a tiny, child like silhoutte standing in the middle of the night at the docks, the place of many recent disappearances and murders.
Who was he kidding. No child would be at the docks in the middle of the night.
Just ignore the dwarf-slash-digimon and he'll ignore you back.
He was getting closer and closer to Shinagawa.
Just knowing that was making his tense muscles relax already.
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