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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 18, 2016 22:24:51 GMT
"Susu... Are you sure there's no ghosties here?" spoke a frightened young female voice in a cutesy mannerism. "Lani, you're twelve. You've at least grown past the word 'ghosties', right?" responded a more stoic voice, sounding cynical or concerned, one couldn't be sure which. "I agree with Saku, Lani. 'Ghosties' is just a poor choice of word at this point. You should be using normal words in a cutesy mannerism that 'phantoms' or 'creepers'," spoke a third voice, the last of the trio that be. Sunada Sumiko, designated Susu by her friends, was leading the troupe of young girls, consistent of herself, Lani, and Saku, through the cemetery in order to investigate the ghost rumors surrounding the place. Despite their apparent personality clashes, they formed the holy trinity of girls on a squad. The brave leaderish one was Susu, obviously, sporting the pink motif with bubblegum-colored ponytails; then they had Saku, the calm and smart one, she had more a slate grey, maybe blue thing going on, straight black hair, borderline bowlcut; and then Lani the cutesy scared one, who was the yellow of the group, short blonde hair which was wavy beyond her years, she didn't exactly pull it off very well. Indeed this was the ideal team for investigating the paranormal activities which may or may not actually have been plaguing the area. "Plus, I can guarantee you that there's no ghosts around here. If there were, they'd be haunting one of us because we don't hold our breath when passing by usually," Sumiko reasoned. The young Lani would let out a shocked noise, and clamped her hands over her mouth, terrified that the ghosts might get wind of her breath and follow her home, like the legends say. Susu would giggle a bit, "I just told you there's no ghosts, so there's nothing to worry about, silly.""I guess you're right..." spoke Lani, timidly. The day was still bright, yet the dreary atmosphere of the graveyard paired with the snow upon the ground made even the bright sunshine feel like it was far later in the evening. The air was cold and crisp, they were only supposed to be outside checking the place out because it should only have taken a few minutes. Why they were coming during the day instead of at night would certainly be a good question, which would easily be answered by ghosts being more powerful at night. Du'uh. Nevertheless, they decided to be careful on the trek in case Sumiko was wrong and there were ghosts. This basically meant they had an escape plan and a net. Because 'Ghosties could be captured by nets, yanno?' Sumiko was lined up to stick around for around an hour or so to hang out in a cemetery to prove a point to her friends. The supernatural wasn't real, and that was final. Nothing cool like ghosts could happen in a place like the real world, because that's what it was: 'Real, not fantasy. People make up stories to make things interesting, because real life is boring and lacks the drama that would happen because of something wild and unprecedented occurring. Ghost stories are fakey fakey fake!' This was an actual rant she'd had earlier that day. Colors
Sumiko: #F80D9F
Lani: Goldenrod
Saku: SlateGrey
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 19, 2016 5:30:12 GMT
"Look, if you're gonna be my co-pilot in the Digital World, we're gonna have to toughen you up."
Elliot didn't like the sound of this conversation. Nor did he like this location in the slightest. It was the darkest it had been since their trip to Shibuya started. The air was heavy and musty, and Elliot was fairly sure a storm was going to break out at any second. Probably one with dramatic thunder, because how could this graveyard get any more ominous without one? And, worst of all, there were all the stories of ghosts and other such horrifying beings. If there was anything he learned from reading about Japanese myths and legends, its that there were some really terrifying yokai out there. He looked up at his brother, worriedly. "But Isaac, what if there's a gh-"
"Elliot. Elliot, look at me," Isaac interrupted. "What have we learned the past few days? Where have we been?"
"Chased by all sorts of horrifying monsters?"
"Yes, exactly. Real, horrifying monsters. Not all that storybook stuff. And are we dead?"
"Other than those three times we came really close?"
"See? Not dead at all," Isaac said, grinning happily. For a brief second he pulled out his Digivice. "Besides, did you forget about these? The thing that turns you into a freaking dragon?"
"A two and a half tall dragon?" Elliot asked, somewhat incredulous. "Besides, what am I going to do? Just punch a ghost in the face?"
"Yes, Elliot. You're going to take that ghost, look it right in the eye, and punch it right in the face."
"How? You can't punch a ghost!"
"You can't do anything to a ghost! They're not real!" He paused for a second, trying not to let himself get overly worked up over this. "Look, if anything bad really happens? I'm right here, Elliot. I always will be. And I'll do my damn best to protect you. Okay?"
Elliot smiled weakly at his brother. "Thanks, Isaac. I still have no idea how you convinced Mom to let us go, though."
"Oh, that? I told her Maia got us tickets to a concert." Isaac's answer started out rather confident, but slowly his voice began to trail off. How did he get her to buy that excuse? There were at least fifty holes in the plan, and their mother was way more vigilant than that most of the time. In fact, she seemed oddly frazzled during the duration of this entire vacation. Frankly, Isaac was starting to get worried by how out of it she seemed. Thankfully, Elliot didn't seem to notice, but Isaac liked it better that way. Elliot didn't handle stress that well, especially with all the chaos going on lately.
Maybe after this vacation, they'd need another vacation.
"How could she betray me like this?" Elliot asked, laughing a little. Isaac smiled slightly in response. If he could get his brother in good spirits, maybe this little graveyard stakeout wouldn't be so bad! The two started to walk, prepared to explore the graveyard to its fullest.
Two groups of small, easily startled children, stumbling around in the darkness? Each group not knowing anyone else was there, leaving them far too easy to startle? Surely there was no way this could go wrong! |
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 19, 2016 9:31:05 GMT
They'd have been wandering for what had to be 10 more minutes by the time it would begin. The three young girls had finally gotten used to the atmosphere and were finally moved on past 'ghosts aren't real' conversation so they could act like they were hanging out anywhere else. Sumiko had managed to calm down Lani, in other words. Saku was strangely calm the entire time, though neither of the other two could claim to have seen her ever be more emotional than a cardboard box with a poker face drawn on it in sharpie.
"Look, see? If you stop thinking about it, that chill you feel goes away," Susu would proclaim cheerily.
"No. It's still cold outside," Saku would respond flatly, in what they were pretty sure was a joke.
Lani would whine a bit, "Don't talk about it! I'm still scared and you just made be think about it, meanie-butt Susu!"
"Meanie-butt? Really, Lani? That's how far we've come?" Saku would respond flatly again.
"Wow Saku-chan, you're super talkative~ The graveyard giving you the chiiiiiills? Or perhaps you've been possessed by a ghoooooooost~~~! Teehee~" Sumiko teased.
"Nooooo, Susu! Staaahhhp! Saku isn't possessed because that's too scary!" Lani whined.
Sumiko got some laughs out of it, and certainly Saku would have joined if she did that kind of thing. But that brief moment of joking went horribly awry when distant voices were speaking in some sort of gibberish sounding language. They were young, not much older than the girls by the sound of it. "What's that noise?" Lani would whimper, speaking everyone's mind.
After a moment, it sounded as though it was getting closer. "Is that.... A g-g-g-ghostie?" Lani questioned again.
Sumiko, asserting herself as the brave one, would hold up a hand as though to shoosh her comrades and take a listen to the voiced. One sounded scared and one sounded both exasperated and placative. A pair of phantoms, young boys whose souls were stolen and locked here!
"I knew it! Ghosts ARE real!" Susu would announce, "This way, girls lets capture them!"
"Literally 5 minutes ago you'd asserted the exact opposite," Saku would complain in her usual monotone, yet still brandishing her net.
With that, the girls would take off towards the source of the gibbering vocalizations. It wasn't a vastly great distance away, but the atmosphere of the area felt like it was taking forever to reach their destination. Suddenly it was like they were right next to them. Sumiko would see something emerge from the other side of a crypt enterance, and she would skid on her heels to a halt.
The entity emerging from around the corner finally came into full view, and without a doubt, it was like they were staring at a ghost. Susu's friends would let out screams of fear, and tear off in the opposite direction, dropping their net on the ground and leaving a humorously thick trail of dust in their wake. The pink-haired girl would hold her ground, unafraid of things that go bump in the night... Mid-day... Whatever.
After taking a good look at it, though, she noticed that 'it' was a they, and they were two boys. Like, regular adolescent boys, just hanging out in a graveyard together like a couple of freaks.
"Hey, you aren't ghosts..." Susu would complain, sounding pretty let down by the whole thing. "What are you doing here, talking gibberish at eachother?"
What Sumiko didn't immediately grasp was that they were speaking in English, not gibberish.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 20, 2016 6:22:13 GMT
Few things in the world were more startling than rounding a corner, ending up face-to-face with a bunch of girls, and then getting screamed at in about five seconds flat. If suddenly having people pop into his vision didn't already make Elliot jump, the high pitched shouts definitely did. He scrambled back a little in fear, but knowing Isaac was right beside him helped calm him a little. Well, that, and Isaac quickly grabbing the collar of his shirt to prevent him from bursting into a full-on sprint. How could you run in fear if you couldn't run in the first place? Upon seeing there wasn't any real problem, and that the sudden noise was gone, Elliot calmed greatly.
"See?" Isaac asked. "Not like you're the only one. Or the most scared."
Only one of the girls remained. She didn't seem too happy to see them, either. In fact, the disappointment in her voice made it sound like she was expecting something else. Judging by what she was saying, she didn't understand a word they said either. Elliot tried to mentally shift gears back into Japanese, but the mention of gibberish only made his speech more stilted and nervous. "I am sorry for startling you. My brother and I were here on a dare," he explained. "We were speaking English. We are new here, and do not speak Japanese that well yet."
Isaac raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he noticed the net hitting the floor. "Bit late at night for butterfly hunting?" he teased, somewhat curious as to their reasons for being here. Were they playing at being ghost hunters or something? Probably a better use of time than theirs, at least. Of course, it was all the more reason for Isaac to be thankful they were taking a break from this Digimon stuff. If they were in their tiny sprite forms, who knows? They would've been stuck on front page headlines for sure, with such obviously inhuman shapes.
For now, though, today was a night to kick back and relax. Except for the girls who just ran off in a cloud of screams, of course. Sucked to be them. |
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 20, 2016 7:26:40 GMT
And in the moment that the screams had settled into the distance, Sumiko couldn't help but wonder if Saku and Lani were going to worry about her. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to run from nothing. The younger of the two boys started to speak Japanese to her to ironically explain that they'd been speaking English, not gibberish. "O-oh. I see," she would respond. While the young one spoke in a shaky albeit correct Japanese language, it was far better than she could speak English, for certain. She didn't pay a whole lot of attention in her english classes, since the language only ever comes up in regards to foreigners. She didn't know a whole lot of transfer students, and up until this point hadn't really spoken with any tourists either. Though that was to be expected. Still she bowed in apology, "My mistake."Susu had decided that she would help the communication with an easier choice casual vernacular tendencies. While it would probably come across more condescending than it would be helpful, she only had the best of intentions behind it. Respecting another's limits was also a part of respect in its entirety. The older brother spoke up in regards to the net, which had settled into the snow. "Butterfly hunting? Err... No. My friends and I were here hunting ghosts. There are a lot of rumors running around about this place. They say a hungry ghost haunts this place, eating children who get separated from their parents," she would convey to the older brother. She would sigh after stating her reasons, shrugging her shoulders. "Some friends they turned out to be, leaving me to be eaten by a ghost. I think I'll forgive them after five apologies," she would claim in a humorously insincere mannerism. "So you've come here on a dare, huh? Seems like a silly dare, really. Everyone knows ghosts don't exist."The young lady would kneel down and pick up her friends' net, and set it over her shoulder like one would a bat. Sumiko then proceeded to casually swing the net down over the older brother's head, smirking like it was hilarious and then joking, "Gotcha~! Now I can tell my friends I caught the ghost. But he was nice so I let him go." As she wrapped up the last bit of that statement, she would pull the net back up. Tossing the net aside, Susu would hold out a hand to each of them. "My name is Sunada Sumiko, my friends call me Susu or Sumi, so you two can call me that~" she would declare, making a daring attempt at establishing herself two new friends in a double handshake two-pronged attack of friendship. Well, it was more like establishing acquaintances more or less, but she liked to think she was making friends even when it wasn't the full friendship package, involving more than knowing their names and hanging out with them. A couple of handsome boys, one of them older, was right up her alley for friendship. She wondered what kind of music they liked. Colors
Sumiko: #F80D9F |
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 21, 2016 6:20:32 GMT
Maybe to some it would come off as condescending, but Elliot was incredibly grateful for the girl's consideration. A lot of times people's Japanese was a little hard to keep up with, and he found himself stumbling over words and misinterpreting things in his attempts at understanding. This simpler, more conversational speech was a lot easier for him to quickly understand, and he found with less time wasted trying to decipher people's vocabulary he had much more room for actually finding his own words to respond with. While his speech was still far from great, he found himself a good deal less nervous when talking.
"No worries! It is an easy mistake to make." Elliot assured her. When he was first studying Japanese, it sure as heck sounded like gibberish too. Only after months of hard work and studying could he even make words out, and even then most of his practice was focused on oral for communication's sake. If he had to read anything here in Japan? Oh, he was screwed.
Isaac listened to the rumor, a brief smile of interest flashing on his face. Sounded like the kind of story Elliot had been eating up since his time here. No wonder he didn't want to go to the graveyard. Still, confronting a fear like this would be good for the boy. It'd build character. Of course, trying to hunt down a ghost who ate lost children by using lost children as a lure didn't exactly seem like the smartest plan. Wouldn't that just feed him more? "Eh, give them a bit. I am sure they are not just going to ditch you here. Besides, a night like this helps get some of the fears out, right?"
Of course, Isaac didn't expect what came next. He blinked in confusion as the butterfly net came down around his head, as if unsure how to even react. Elliot broke the silence a bit, snickering a little before finally just bursting into laughter. "You look so silly!" he choked out in between laughs, Isaac eventually laughing a little as well. Normally he didn't care much for embarrassing situations like this, but there was something so goofy about this that he couldn't help but take it in stride.
"Be careful. You never know when a ghost will come back to haunt you!" he joked in response.
The double handshake? A gutsy move, but fortune favored the bold. Elliot and Isaac shook one hand each, smiling back at the girl in response. "My name is Elliot. It is very nice to meet you!" "And I am Isaac."
Then, inspiration struck the boy. He frowned slightly as he said "Huh. My phone is ringing. I will take this real quick." He walked off, pulling out his phone and looking like he was thinking intently. Once out of eyeshot, of course, he would pull a monstrous mask out of his backpack and slip it on. Might as well have a bit of fun on this graveyard trip.
"What part of Shibuya are you from?" Elliot asked, hoping for a chance to get to know his new friend better. |
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 21, 2016 9:46:38 GMT
'And boom! Just like that, charisma 1, awkwardness 0~' the young lady would think to herself quietly as the two boys simultaneously shook her hands. Sumiko executed with perfect technique the method that her father taught for dealing with multiple fans, it worked doubly well on multiple prospective friends. "Elliot and Isaac, huh? Good to meet you~!" she would respond to their introductions. And as if on cue, it appeared that the older of the two brothers was receiving a phone call, and just like that, he would excuse himself. Accepting of coincidence, Susu would move on to be inquired into, the younger brother curious as to what part of Shibuya she was from. She had no real reason to hide where she lived from them, especially with such a general question as 'what part' she was from, so she basically spoke flat out, "I'm from the western section. My family's pretty successful, I'd say." The way she spoke was subtly attempting to slip in practical tense conjugation in everyday dialogue. If she wasn't to be considered helpful, it would be because she'd try to be too helpful, she supposed. "My father is a former rock guitarist who played for a bunch of bands and still gets royalties for some songs he's recorded, and my mother is high up in the command chain at a local telemarketing company," she'd further explain, her hands gesturing in a mannerism to convey meaning casually. Susu used it to break up parts of her sentence, since she was rambling and she knew that the Japanese language only got harder to understand the more people spoke. She felt rather like she was talking a great deal more than she was letting Elliot do so. Nevertheless, she had her own inquiries. "But I'm rambling. How about you, where are you staying?" asked Sumiko in return, leaning against the wall of the crypt right next to her, crossing her arms with intrigue.
Meanwhile elsewhere in the cemetery, a small hole would open like a digital rift in the sky. This sort of sporadic hole was known for opening occasionally releasing digimon into the real world. Fortunately this rarely made news on account of it only forming near areas with high concentrations of data. In this case, two spirit users cracked open the barrier between this world and the other. There may have been some other contributing factor, but that didn't change the fact that from the hole emerged a powerful, though not huge entity, a Bakemon. In his ghostly arms he held a round object, something unfamiliar to this world. The local area was covered in fog and the nightfall had made for the perfect escape. "I got away from those pesky caretakers, and I got what I came for, hehehe~" it would speak in an excited, masculine, and gravely tone of voice, "If I eat this digi-egg my power is sure to grow exponentially!" It let out a laugh, for a moment, before continuing for a moment, moving further into uncharted territory, "Now how does one go about eating a digi-egg?"Colors
Sumiko = #F80D9F
Bakemon = #8f7ebb
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 21, 2016 23:58:46 GMT
Elliot listened with great interest. Most of the people he had interacted with so far seemed to be coming from rather humble beginnings. Yet now, he was talking to somebody with such cool parents! He hung on every word, equal parts glad that his new friend was doing good and outright amazed by what her parents were like. Heck, he almost felt bad that she was calling it rambling. Nothing this cool could ever be considered rambling.
"That is so awesome, Susu!" the boy responded, excitedly.
Then came the hard part, talking about where he was from. As much as he hated to admit it, Susu left a huge act to follow. It wasn't like he had to prove anything, really, but it still made him feel quite self-conscious about his own family and living arrangements. "My family's-" Hey, he used a contraction! Turns out when you listen to people really closely, you tend to learn a thing or two. "-staying in Greater Shibuya. Well, most of them. My father is still in California. Right now we are in Greater Shibuya, with a friend of my mother. It is not the nicest place in the world, but we make it feel like home." He tried not to say too much more after this. It wasn't like either of his parents was doing anything cool like hers were.
"So, rock star?" he asked, trying to divert the conversation away from his own family. "Do you play any, too?"
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Isaac scrolled through his phone, trying to properly comprehend the Japanese characters. This is what happens when you lose your old one in a foreign country, it seems. Eventually, though, he found the language toggled and fumbled his way back into English. From there it was back to Google, looking for some ambient, spooky music and ghost noises. What better way to spook a little brother than with some classic haunted house techniques? You couldn't have a proper haunting without a nice, ghostly laugh.
Why yes. Just like that one. Isaac perked up as he listened to the noise in appreciation. Then he realized that the noise sounded a little bit too real. He had to be hearing things, right? There wasn't a real ghost kicking around here, surely. Wandering increasingly far from the main group, he activated the flashlight on his phone and began hunting for the source of the noise.
"Who was that?" he asked, burying his nerves under put-upon confidence. If he kept following the distant words, audible but hard to decipher, surely he'd be able to find the source. "Explain yourself!"
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 22, 2016 2:03:52 GMT
Sumiko would be lying if she said that she didn't have a little bit of pride in her heritage, after all, it was certainly a nicer upbringing than the norm for the city. Hearing someone mention how awesome her family is made her swell with pride if only for a few moments. Nevertheless, conversational etiquette required both parties be involved in the conversation, thusly the conversation went on. As it went on, Susu learned a bit about the young boy she was hanging out with, his family at least. They were staying with a friend of his mother's and their dad didn't come with them for whatever reason. She'd imagined that people in the States lived the nuclear family lifestyle that they showed on TV, and thusly she'd immediately presumed that the father, hard working breadwinner that he was, let his wife and children go on an extended vacation to an exotic land so that he could focus on his work. This was certainly the case, and she could not imagine another situation being such. "Well home is where the heart is, so I hope you're comfortable where you're staying."Suddenly like a game of tetherball, the ball came swinging back around to her. Elliot seemed very intrigued by the concept of being the daughter of a retired rock star. "Well, my old man's a bit washed up, but he's all the dad I'd ever need. Haha~" she would joke, "But yeah I totally play. I left my guitar at home otherwise I would play a riff or two. I'll get my dad to bring it along, hold on..." She would afterwards pull out her smart phone, pulling off one glove with her teeth in a casual mannerism. With one hand she would begin texting her father with the immense breakneck speed that only a pre-teen preppy girl who played guitar could unleash. Certainly a sight to behold, she shot her father a text asking to bring her guitar when he came to pick her up.
The Bakemon, unfamiliar with his surroundings looked for a safe place to experiment with methods of possibly devouring a digi-egg. Thusly it appeared to be purposely avoiding the distant trudging sounds of footsteps, at least for a little bit. In doing such, it seemed to be ignoring the fact that it was headed directly for a pair of young humans. Until it was able to see them itself. Seeing the silhouettes of two people made it feel like it was still undergoing hot pursuit. It would turn around to hear someone else calling it out at him. Suddenly pincered between two parties of unknown creatures, it would panickingly rush back and forth, attempting to weasel its way out of the situation. But it was too late, the one in hot pursuit (Isaac) caught up. It was horrifying! "AHHH! What are you!? You're covered in... flesh and... What is that stuff!?" the Bakemon flung its arms into the air in terror, launching the digi-egg it was carrying far into the sky... in a parabolic arc.
As Susu was typing away at the phone screen like a maniac. Upon pushing enter, she would find herself smacked atop the head by something large and hefty. By reading the trajectory, it had come from behind Elliot, and a quick glance would reveal the terrified Bakemon confronting a human for the first time. Sumiko would remain conscious only for long enough to drop her phone and catch the object that had struck her. "An... egg?" she would mutter with an incredulous tone, noting how it wasn't even chipped, "Seems kinda... durable..." After that she would slump against the wall and slide down to a relatively comfortable unconscious state. It probably wouldn't last long, since she wasn't bleeding. Colors
Sumiko = #F80D9F
Bakemon = #8f7ebb |
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 24, 2016 2:15:26 GMT
"I-"
Elliot wasn't sure what to say next. Truth be told, his heart was still at California. He had been loving the trip, but a week in and he was starting to get hit hard by homesickness. He missed his friends, his home, and especially his father. But could he just say that? He'd feel horribly ungrateful about this once in a lifetime opportunity to see another country. Besides, his current lodgings were the most that could be provided for them. He'd feel awful just looking down on someone's generosity like that, even if the people in the next building over made him really uncomfortable. "Yeah, it is great!" he finished, only a tiny bit of worry slipping through his voice.
The "all the dad I'd ever need" comment rung true to Elliot, but probably not in the way Susu expected it. There was almost a wistful look in Elliot's eyes as the girl mentioned that, leaving the boy thinking of home once more. By now it had been a year since he saw the man, with every planned visit seemingly being shut down or skipped past. Had he just been forgetting for all of this time? No, that couldn't be it. Surely it was all just coincidence and little hiccups, right? Of course, as it always did, Elliot's mind found a way of jumping from one sad topic to a far lighter one before any true sorrow could sink in.
She could just get her guitar over here so casually? Elliot couldn't imagine having his family on speed-dial with such ease. Susu continued to just get more awesome. At first he tried letting her know that she didn't have to do that, but before he could even say anything she had already texted her father at machine gun speeds. It was almost impressive! "That is really cool," Elliot added. "I cannot wait to hear you play!"
And then she got knocked the heck out. Elliot hobbled over to her side, worriedly crouching next to her. "Susu? Susu, are you okay?" He turned to look for the source of the projectile, only for his jaw to drop when he noticed a live, genuine ghost. It took steeling every nerve in his body to not just scream and break into a run. It was so . . . well, not scary, really. It looked more like an angry bedsheet than anything else. But its teeth were really sharp, and it was way bigger than Elliot expected. He sure as heck wasn't punching anything like that in the face! He tensed up as he started the ghost down, trying to plan what to do. If he didn't have a bad leg he would've prioritized trying to get Susu out of there, but instead the most he could do was just stand guard and watch over his new friend.
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"Oh! Uh, hmm," Isaac said, mumbling slightly as he tried to plan what he'd say next. Against all odds, he managed to be the one scaring the ghost! Well, ghost Digimon, at the very least. Judging by the Digi-Egg it was carrying, it sure as heck wasn't a genuine ghost. Was it the mask he was wearing that let him be so scary? If so, he intended to milk this for all it was worth. He turned his voice up slightly to be higher and scratchier as he began his attempt at haunting a ghost.
"I am the Flesh-Beast of the Shibuya Graveyard!" he rasped, letting out a cackle as loudly as he could. "How dare you invade my domain! Who are you, and what reason do you have for being here?"
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Feb 28, 2016 7:36:18 GMT
Whilst Sumiko was unconscious, Elliot was standing watch, which was good because the following events transpired:
Bakemon floated in place slowly backing away from the masked fleshy beast. It was terrifying, to say the least. "Y-you don't scare me, you monster! I-I'll just f-f-f-f----"The spectre-like digimon seemed genuinely more afraid of Isaac than the other way around, but a rat is most dangerous when it's cornered. Which it wasn't yet, and thusly, it turned tail and began to run away, fleeing like a coward without any further opposition. "Egg? Egg!? Where's the egg!?" the monster would question in a blind panic. It's body whipped around (since it didn't have pivoting features beyond its arms) looking for the item in question. It would stop with a gaze of horror and rage at the same time, as it's eyes locked on its prize. The eggy looking thing sitting lightly clamped to a young flesh beast's bosom, being guarded by another unmasked flesh beast! "D-Darn! You c-c-can't have my haul! I stole that f-fair and s-s-square y-y-y-y-you p-punks!" With how much he was stammering, it was obvious he hadn't even the slightest clue what he was looking at, not a hint as to what a human was. This was a good thing too, because as a champion level digimon, Bakemon held a great deal of power. He was too shaken up by things he didn't understand to go all out. Except for one little detail that appeared to strengthen its resolve: The egg. Obviously it wasn't obtained by fair play, and thusly Bakemon should not have been allowed to keep it. But Susu was in serious danger, being the one holding it and not having the conscious mind to decide fleeing is the best option. No... something needed to be done. "Grrr..." the Bakemon began building up its confidence, its growl starting as a wavering grumble but turning into a roar. Suddenly it would raise its apparent arm sleeves. Suddenly demonic, ghostly claws would extend from the holes, reaching towards Susu and the egg, growing bigger by the second, "Hell Claw!"It called out the name of its signature attack with a passion. Its eyes filled with a strange sense of life. The pair of claws would extend quickly and ferociously for a while. But before making their full course, it would waver, afraid to touch the flesh beasts. Its arm-like extensions would wobble like a sine wave and smash into a nearby grave, utterly missing the initial target. "T-that was a warning shot! G-give it back or I'll take your d-data, t-too!" the terrified Bakemon would demand. Maybe they could use his fear against him, or perhaps its attack would be enough to warrant more than such childish tactics as acting spooky for a ghost. Susu would stir momentarily, her consciousness began fading in and out still. Her phone would let out a noise, her father texting her back, "Sure. On my way, hun~" Her dad never sent a text like that unless he was starting the car, it would only be a few minutes before he'd arrive. Colors
Bakemon = #8f7ebb
Susu's Dad = #9fea38 |
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 5, 2016 5:34:16 GMT
Elliot jumped back slightly at the Bakemon's attack, obvious fear in his eyes. He was incredibly lucky that the ghost went out of his way to miss, or he'd be a goner. Still, he had to stand guard here, because he knew Susu couldn't. He wasn't about to let anybody get hurt by ghosts today. Upon noticing Isaac, he turned to him and shouted "Isaac! Do something, please!" He knew he couldn't save the girl. It was sad, but true. Any attempt of getting Susu out of here would've likely lead to Elliot faceplanting, bearing far too much weight for his bad leg to handle. He was also far too scared to cook up a proper distraction. With how his voice quivered and his hands trembled, the ghost would likely find him to be a laughingstock.
Isaac nodded and snapped into action, running over to Susu's side. It wasn't really possible for a mask to bare its fangs, but Isaac did the best job he could. "Ha! Your haul?" he asked incredulously. "What a flesh-beast sees, a flesh-beast takes! This egg will be my dinner now!" He took the egg in his arms and ran off, laughing like a madman. He could only hope that the incensed, hungering ghost would follow, favoring the taste of a well-known Digital egg to the questionable "data" of their flesh and bone bodies. If not, poor Elliot was going to have one heck of a bad situation on his hands. To further incense the ghost he threw in a few barbs, shouting "Catch me if you can! Or are you too afraid?" as he passed into the distance.
And now, for who knows how long, Elliot was left alone with a ghost. The boy's heart pounded and his skin paled, the seconds stretching on like hours. More than anything he wished Isaac was here to help keep him strong, but he knew for the sake of this distraction it'd be impossible. He had to be all alone, just this once. He'd have to be brave. He kept wavering eye contact with the ghost as he continued to protectively stand before Susu, hoping that any second now the ghost would turn away and chase after Isaac. How long would he be able to hold his composure before breaking down? |
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Mar 14, 2016 20:34:38 GMT
Susu's head would swirl with the odd feeling that generally accompanied being knocked out cold by a heavy object. Mostly it was pain, albeit a distinct feeling of confusion her mind, as well as a strong need to remember what just happened. Her eyes would crack open for a moment, looking around for a moment. She heard some voices... Elliot and Isaac, that was right. She'd just met them but she could recall their voices, they were pretty distinctly using an American accent with a Japanese language. An unfamiliar voice was also present, sort of timid, although quite gravelly and thick, speaking far more fluent Japanese. A masked figure ran by and snatched up something that was weighing down on her torso... she didn't look to see what it was, she exhaled quite relieved with it off of her. Instead she was trying to process what it was she was feeling and who the masked individual was. Headache, dull and throbbing, cold, as though she was surrounded by snow... Oh right... She was bonked on her head by a giant egg! A strange vibration was occurring in her right hand, she would turn her head to check it out. It was Dad... he was on his way with her guitar. "Oh wow... That was... Quite a bump..." she would complain, beginning to sit up. The young girl would turn her head to see the back of Elliot, at least that was what she presumed the back of his clothes and hair looked like anyways. She couldn't see past him. After some rather indistinct... taunting?... she would see a rather large ghost, with razor sharp teeth zooming from the area blocked by Elliot's body. It would head after the retreating individual whom she could only presume was the other young man she'd met. Wait... a ghost? She would rub her eyes and look again, but by that point the two had already disappeared from plain view. "Elliot? Was that a spooky ghost?" she would ask in a flat, deadpan mannerism, almost as if she was making a statement of fact rather than inquiring into a situation.
Bakemon was obviously still afraid, he was quivering in his sheets, and when the bold flesh monster made a speedy swoop for the digi-egg it felt its core sink like a rock in some particularly thin water. The beast, apparently dubbed 'Isaac' by its kin, would scoop up the egg from the unconscious flesh monster, and take off spouting off about how it takes what it wants. The question then became, was the Bakemon too scared to give chase. Obviously, it was a powerful digimon, it could probably take out the smaller flesh beasts even if they did have corrosive skin and lava for blood as he'd been expecting in all honesty. But the prize that he'd stolen from the Digimon day care was an enticing treat, one which would certainly provide it with its next stage of digivolution. So was it too scared to chase after a prize that shiny? No. It bolted off after Isaac with a sort of vengeance in its eyes, "Y-you'd better give that back to me before I c-consume your data too, f-flesh beast Isaac!" Obviously from its voice, it was still terrified of the beast, but it wanted what was its in the same way a man might chase down a bear that stole his party's roast pig. He had some big guns himself, which he was only marginally afraid to whip out. "Hell Claw!!!" the ghost-type digimon would shout as it would shoot black arms tipped with humanoid hands which themselves had fingers tipped with razor sharp claws. The arms would curve at odd intervals though they would return to their intended path an instant or so after such, aiming to impale the young man. With his head start, he could have easily dodged them, especially since the Bakemon really, really didn't want to land the attack, for fear of potential lava-blood. Colors
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 16, 2016 3:38:58 GMT
Elliot let out two sighs of relief in short order. The first was when that all-too-real ghost ran away, leaving him with a distinct lack of horrible shadowy claws slashing his body. The second was when Susu began to stir, thankfully not too harmed by the sudden sky egg. It started to occur to him that the egg was one of two things. Either that ghost was smuggling a Digimental power-up and was going to cause him and Isaac even more trouble than they imagined, or the girl had met her Digimon partner in a particularly painful way. Regardless, the ghost was not to be allowed to get his hands on it. Elliot could only hope Isaac had a good plan in mind to ensure everything was okay.
And hey, they didn't have to turn into their Digimon forms in front of Susu! That meant way less awkward questions to answer.
Unfortunately, she was about to bring up a few awkward questions of her own. It seemed she had noticed the weird ghost, and if its threats to suck out their data were any indication that ghost was a Digimon. If he just said it was a ghost, he'd be looking silly in front of somebody who just said ghosts weren't real. If he said it was nothing, that'd be lying. And Elliot was a really, really bad liar. Maybe someone more skilled could say it was a trick of the mind, or maybe swamp gas, but Elliot would've botched it in a heartbeat. And if he said Digimon? Well, then he'd have to explain far more than he was comfortable with. The faster Isaac could wrap things up, the better. He could only hope the other boy would be capable of handling it on his own.
"Um, well, yes!" Elliot said, finally coming to a decision. "It was a ghost. A really scary, mean ghost. We should probably keep away from it," he added. "I would not want you to get hurt by it." It felt a little silly admitting that the ghost was a real thing, but there was no way he could deny the chill in the air and the tingling sensation of claws nearly slashing past him.
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Isaac laughed uproariously in the face of the Bakemon's threats. In a way, the ghost might've actually been right. He was a spirit user. Did that mean he had data after all? Was it only when he was reduced to an Impmon, or was some part of him just going to be changed forever? Regardless, the Bakemon didn't know any better, so he might as well exploit the innate gross fleshiness of the human body for all it was worth. He tried to think of fun facts as he ran, thankfully tipped off by the ghost's declaration of its attacks. A quick turn of the head and a juke to the right, and he had barely avoided the first set of claws. Only a small, shadow-tinged rip in his shirt indicated how close he came to being impaled.
"Fool!" he shouted, backpedaling to face the Bakemon as he ran. "Us flesh-beasts are not of data, but matters far more foul. Strike me, and you will only find a noxious red ooze, poison to your kind!" Okay, that last point may have been complete bullshit. Much like everything else about "flesh-beasts," however, Bakemon didn't need to know that. He would've considered giving himself a small cut for theatrics, but protecting the egg was far more important than hamming it up for such an unappreciative audience.
The main problem would be losing the ghost. If it was anything like "actual" ghosts, the Digimon would be capable of moving through walls. It would be trivial finding him no matter how hard he tried, so in this case the best option would be running and running alone. Maybe if he could find a sufficiently dark clearing he'd be able to juke the ghost, but that would only leave a pissed off Digimon running wild in the middle of the cemetery. Why did he have to be so weak still? Just a bit more luck looking for spirits and he'd be able to take the thing on one-on-one, but for now he was helpless to do more than hope to tire it out. Could man outrun something as tireless as data? Isaac wasn't so sure.
"My patience grows thin, whelp," Isaac spat. "Cease this chase, or you shall see what sorts of damage a flesh-beast can really cause!" Of course, he had no idea how to back such a threat up, but Isaac knew it was either try or die. |
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Post by Sunada Sumiko on Mar 31, 2016 20:49:37 GMT
Sumiko would listen to her new friend, answering that indeed it was a spooky ghost that she had witnessed pass by. For a moment she seemed to be in some kind of calm shock, as she would begin to arise to her feet, a relatively blank face comparable to Saku's general expression. Sumiko would speak up only after Elliot had recommended a full retreat, since mean and scary ghosts were mean and scary, and often liked to bring harm to innocent children and such. Her words were very stoic, "Well you see... I came here for a reason."
Taking a few steps rubbing her head for a moment, obviously having a bit of a headache from earlier egg-to-head collision. After a few steps, she would kneel down, as if taking a knee in a game of american football. She would place her hand against the snowy ground, hand imprinting into the surface. Suddenly she would spawn a wicked grin of excitement. "I am here to catch a ghost!" the young girl would finish, her statement now seeming like one of reckless bravery rather than fear. With that she would up and turn around, having in her grasp that net that was cast aside from earlier.
The ultimate tool in ghost-catching, this net was big enough to fit around a human's head. Why she was so certain it would work, was unclear, but the fire in Susu's eyes were a sight to behold, especially since it was probably the first instance of a human not being immediately afraid of their first Digimon encounter that anyone here had witnessed. Indeed, the young girl's burning spirit, while not entirely correctly informed, was inspiring at the very least. "You'd better be ready you stinkin' ghost! I'm gonna capture you!" she would say in a somewhat more casual mannerism of speaking.
With that said, she would charge forth, heading in the direction of the ghost last she saw, and following the trail of destruction that said ghost was leaving in its wake. Headstones turned to rubble, trees with chunks gouged out of them and such.
Aforementioned ghost, Bakemon, was horrified at the concept of these fleshbeasts and their invincible biological weaponry backup, with crimson venom in their veins. However, he still wanted the haul, so he was beginning to use similar tactics to the human. That is to say, he was using fear and intimidation tactics. "Hell Claw! Hell Claw! Hall Claw!!!" he would shout in rapid succession, as he fired claw upon claw, his ghastly hands with blackened demonskin appearing to blur one after the other in waves of destruction as he tore up stuff.
"G-give up! Flesh beast! You've s-stolen my haul, and I'll have it back!" he would demand, still somewhat timidly. Obviously he was still missing on purpose, he was way afraid of that noxious ooze Isaac mentioned. Nevertheless he would continue on and on, firing claws like a machine gun. "Hell Claw! Hell Claw! Hell Cla----w!!!" he continued shouting.
The egg quivered for a few seconds and stopped...
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