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Those Aren't Skeletons- Demon Lords 1F (Cross, Alice, Ayumi)
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Post by Ayumi on Apr 26, 2019 10:48:53 GMT
Ayumi was tense all the way until they were inside the party locality. For once, her albinism was a boon, as it his the fact she was completely pale. Couldn't get any *more* pale than albino, after all. So of course she yipped in surprise when Sleepmon spoke to her. "What I am here for? Uuuuh, w-w-well..." "To have fun, is that not evident? Even nerds need to go out at times." Solomon, though freaked out by the sheer proximity to a Demon Lord, managed to think quickly enough to come up with an inconspicuous answer. "Being inside all day clogs up the synapses, right, Ayumi?" "Eh? Oh, uh, yeah, that's true, we're here to let loose!" She gave an awkward smile, then blinked when Alice spoke to her. Eh? A locked door? Ah, the Med Bay! Ah, s-s-sure, I will try my best!" So, she detached from the group, and slowly approached the door, keeping enough of a distance to not seem suspicious. In one hand, she gripped her Digivice. Her laptop, which she clearly couldn't just pull out in the middle of a party, has a program called SaintPeter.exe. It was an universal unlocker which could analyses a lock, and then attempt to crack it. On her Digivice, she had a Beta version of the program, which was less reliable, but much more portable. Turning around to look over the dance stage, she turned her back to the locked door, Digivice in hand. Maybe Saint Peter can tell her a thing or two about the makeup of that lock as the program scanned it from a distance! Solomon stayed closeby, his eyes on the people around, making sure no one was watching. "If you smell or see trouble, Drac, be sure to give the word."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 29, 2019 23:40:27 GMT
"And I'll have an orange juice," Dracmon said, hopping onto a nearby barstool. He looked around before breaking into an ear-to-ear grin. Then he leaned conspiratorially towards Octomon, voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Or, actually, maybe I'll have a beer." He sounded less like he was ordering a drink and more like he was trying to invoke some sort of ancient curse.
Octomon simply folded his arms. The stare off barely lasted five seconds before Dracmon withered under his judgment. "Actually, I think orange juice is okay," he mumbled, twiddling his thumbs shyly. With a patronizing pat on the head, Octomon slid him his drink, before flicking through his wine collection to pick for Alice. Perhaps another Demon Lord would've had some elegant, blood red concoction aged in the Dark Area for a thousand years.
Beelzemon had wine in a box, and Octomon debated pouring it into a glass before sliding it right over to Alice.
As Cross asked Octomon where the party was, he pointed to a few doors scattered around the premises. Presumably staircases and elevators leading upstairs, there were bodies spilling out of them like a ruptured sardine can. A Pumpkinmon cackled as he was crowdsurfed down the stairs, a plate of pumpkin pie in one hand and an axe in the other. A trio of Pipismon watched the action from the ceiling whenever their elevator landed, crowds cycling in and out of the elevator each time it made its descent. It seemed that while most of the party was downstairs, there was party pretty much filling every spare hallway that the building had. Two of these exits lied to the west wing, while two lied to the east, a staircase and an elevator shaft on each side. Cas certainly wouldn't be hurting for options, if she wanted a wander.
As for the question of tours, Octomon leaned over and pointed at Beelzemon. The crowd around the man himself was thinning some, if only so everyone could get at the latest plate of pizza bagels being brought out by the DemiDevimon valets. Seeing his opportunity, Dracmon bolted right for the Demon Lord. "You guys better get in on this! I'm gonna ask him to sign my bike!" he cheered. "I'll help the pale lady go snooping around when that's all done, okay?"
Speaking of "the pale lady," Sleepmon didn't seem too placated by Solomon's response. "Huh. You don't look like you're having much fun right now," he said. "If there's something weighing on you, you can tell me, okay? I know we don't really know each other that well, but it's always nice to try and help people."
But Sleepmon wasn't the help Ayumi was looking for right now. No, it was St. Peter that Ayumi was after, and he was all too happy to spill his secrets. The composition of the lock itself was fairly apparent. It was very classic style, a big metal padlock fit for a big brass key. While the lock could theoretically be molded and replicated, it was a bit too heavy for a flimsy duplicate to open without snapping. The lock itself was made of a Chrome Digizoid alloy, although the second metal in its composition was unknown.
Unfortunately, the lock wasn't the only thing St. Peter found. There was also a lingering presence behind the door, triggering only a reading of LEVEL: NULL. Slowly but surely, multicolored static started to spread across the screen of the Digivice, swallowing the words up. Occasionally symbols could be noticed, including the Nightmare Soldier and Deep Savers icons, but they faded as soon as they appeared. The Digivice started to shake some, growing colder and colder to the touch, before finally the screen was completely swallowed up in rainbow pixels. The pixels then parted, a single question visible on the screen.
You know you could never fit in here.
Don't you wish you could?
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Post by Cross on May 2, 2019 12:32:20 GMT
The Woman smiled in greeting. It wasn't the nicest smile. More all sharp edges and alert and had her eyes not been busy scanning the room to see if Alice had been followed it might have even been considered threatening though it seemed the threat itself was aimed less at the girl and more at any prying eyes. "Alice," She greeted with an incline of her head as she briefly considered offering the girl a sip of her own drink rather then the box wine before she recalled that the concoction she was nursing might actually kill her. So instead she settled for downing what remained of the multicolored abomination of a liquid like a shot.
"I'm afraid if you want anything decent you'll likely be looking at beer or for those of us with stronger stomachs that prefer drinks other then wheat tea, liquor." Cross advised with a smile, this one a touch warmer even as she tried to resist the minute twitch of annoyance as the Dracmon beelined for the Demon Lord front and center.
"I'm fairly certain my bike would not be ok with an autograph," She muttered under her breath before sliding her D-terminal from the slim pocket concealed in the folds of her dress. "In fact I think he's none too pleased I'm in here if the fact he's circling the block like a shark is any indication." The Doctor added under her breath before stashing the device away after checking the little flashing pip that was her beloved murder bike.
"If you want to go introduce yourselves you can. I was intending to explore a little more. I'm sure if our Host wants to speak with me he'll find me," Cross explained with a smile nodding her thanks to the Octomon as she rose from her seat with a stretch and turned towards the stairs.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on May 5, 2019 20:27:03 GMT
"...That makes two of us who want to see the Demon Lord in person, I guess." Alice narrows her eyes just a little bit at the comment regarding her taste in alcohol. It's not Alice's fault she's a lightweight, but the comment does make her mildly suspicious about what she could really be putting in her mouth. It is the Digital World, after all, with nothing being exactly as expected. Either way, she can't help but feel that she's being watched, or that perhaps... No, she can't have made a fatal mistake already, that would be ridiculous.
And yet Dracmon has already headed straight for Beelzemon, the emerald haired woman shaking her head and sighing in response. "No restraint whatsoever... I'm not surprised." Being without a drink, she turns to face away from the counter for now, not wanting to look at the lights or dancing. She hesitates to intervene, the thought of getting so close to an entity of such immeasurable power being... Less than ideal in her eyes. But in the end, it's inevitable. "Very well, I'll speak to him right now."
It's risky, but perhaps starting a bit of a scene with the Demon Lord could prove an interesting distraction so Ayumi can get her work done. She urges Dorothy to follow as she stands up, not feeling safe without her Digimon partner. "Well, aren't you the popular one. I'm looking for a friend, but perhaps spending some time here isn't a bad idea."
"Yeah. I, uhh..." Dorothy seems a bit more hesitant to approach Beelzemon, but is pushed forwards by the human of the pair to the forefront, hopefully without the Demon Lord noticing. "Kinda think you're really cool in a lotta ways?" The expression on the witch's face is a forced smile, just as scared of him as she is amazed. Meeting one of the people she... Perhaps shouldn't have looked up to, but did anyways, in one form or another. "Like, how does somebody get this many people all partyin' under one roof? Is the reason everywhere's so borin' sometimes that all the fun's in here, or am I just makin' stuff up?"
The emerald haired woman hangs in the back, away from her Digimon partner, completely silent and with an expression that is almost impossible to read as she thinks to herself, trying her best to not appear tense. Would it be wise to ask questions? Would getting friendly pose an immense risk to the mission and everyone else? If she's noticed, then things might get more complicated than they already seem to be. Too many questions. Too many doubts.
Taking a deep breath and throwing any and all caution to the wind, the green haired human approaches the lord of gluttony once more, standing next to Dorothy. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
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Post by Ayumi on May 8, 2019 18:11:04 GMT
To be perfectly honest, it was very hard for anyone to tell what Solomon was feeling to begin with, as his face never once moved to show emotion. So all he could do with Sleepmon was to put a claw on his shoulder. "I am enjoying myself. Take my word for it."
As for St.Peter? It seems that he had found more than even Ayumi had anticipated. As the Digivice got cold, Ayumi dropped it in confusion, staring at the strange events happening on the screen. And then...a question? What...what does it mean? What was she going to do about this? Maybe, maybe if she asks? "What....what do you mean?"
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 9, 2019 22:34:31 GMT
The doorway to the eastern stairwell was ajar, tipping Cross off to what seemed to be a miniature rave happening in the hallway. And by miniature, I mean really miniature. A Piximon spun its staff around, two glowsticks at the end casting the entire stairway in light as Chuumon raved underneath. They passed around an oversized hunk of cheese, casting suspicious looks to make sure nobody was watching them. They each scraped little chunks off as they passed the cheese around, sniffing it like a fine wine before greedily eating it. A few ran in from the main entrance, hoisting up whatever scraps they could get their hands on and tossing it onto a tiny table on the middle step.
Perhaps Cross wouldn't notice, but a Mamemon that barely stood up to her ankle was interposing himself between her and the stairs. "This here's a private party, see?" he said, voice at least ten octave deeper than what would be expected from such a small Digimon. "It's finder's keepers. And you ain't a finder, so you'd better not be keeping yourself here." It was a threat that would've been more imposing if he looked capable of backing it up in the slightest.
However, of note was a thick lanyard around his body. It was oversized to the point of looking more like a sash than anything else, and what seemed to be an ID badge or keycard dragged behind him as he walked. Perhaps this little scavenger had scavenged something of his own.
As this went on, Beelzemon flashed Dorothy a cocky grin. "Hell, hearin' that never gets old," he said, an appreciative tone on his face as he motioned for Dorothy to join him. "You're damn right I bring the party wherever I go. But not like I can take all the credit. A party's pretty much it's own Digimon. The longer it lasts, the bigger it gets. The bigger it gets, the crazier it gets. And once it's off the hook? Well, you know that party's gonna last for a damn long time. It's one hell of a cycle. I'm just the guy nodding along and spinning the wheel.
'Course, just 'cause the party's in here doesn't mean out there's gotta be so boring. All it takes is someone willing to raise hell and get things started! You know what this place was before I came back? An office! A frickin' office! But now instead of an accounting, we've got raves. And the coppers come around for noise complaints, not tax fraud. Much more fun this way, am I right? But if I can turn such a grey piece of crap upside down like this, I'm sure you could get the streets popping off in no time."
Beelzemon was a master multitasker. In the time it took him to give Dorothy some crucial life advice, he had shotgunned down a glass of coke, autographed Dracmon's bike, waved away a ring of bats that crowded around him, and finger-gunned towards whichever Digimon passed him by on the way to the mosh pit. Clearly, he was used to party organization.
As Alice approached he shot her a nod of acknowledgment. "Good to meet ya too," he said. "So, what are you? Sisters or something?"
All the while, Ayumi kept to the corner, one wallflower to another. The rainbow mist on her Digivice continued to shift, a staticy hiss snaking from its speakers. Extroversion. That ability to put yourself out there, no matter what. Dance, like you don't care if anyone's watching. Eat a dozen Beelzeburgers just because you can. Make the room keep it's eyes on you, and for all the right reasons. Some people have that magnetic personality. Others? Others keep to the darkness. And others still keep them there.
We're the ones who stay out of the light. For our own good, they say. Yet I yearn for nothing more than to snatch that light. To turn it on me and force it to see. To shatter these chains I sit beneath, and make them look into the eyes of what they shun. The rainbow mist parted for but a precious second, revealing a bloodshot crocodilian eye. Then the mist returned, more text swirling along with it. They don't see us. They merely see what we are not. Keep us held back from what we truly deserve as we wither under their glares. The Digivice vibrated in a few terse bursts, as if approximating a bitter laugh. There are others like us, you know. And one may be closer than you think.
Perhaps we owe it to ourselves to take pity on those who share our fate.
The rainbow mist faded from Ayumi's Digivice, just as suddenly as it had come. Any further attempts at scanning the lock would only give a result of NULL.
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Post by Cross on May 10, 2019 2:41:29 GMT
"Don't worry~" Cas purred with an edged smile as she dipped to snag the ID badge from around his neck with deft fingers. Flicking a couple of bits to the small digimon for his trouble as she scaled the stairs. Being merciful enough to watch her step so as to not interrupt the tiny rave.
"I'm just passing through," She tossed the second half of her remark over her shoulder twirling the badge lazily around one finger before deftly sliding it for safe keeping down the front of her dress as she continued up the stairs with a soft amused hum. Fairly certain she wouldn't be hearing the little thief complaining. After all he'd be giving himself away if he reported that someone had stolen the lanyard he himself had stolen and she'd long ago found guards were far more likely to be interested in the thief at hand rather then the one in the bush as one might say. Exiting the hallway on the second floor she did her best to look casual as she scanned for any sort of room to duck into that might have a computer or interesting information on the layout of the building. That or the location of Gluttony's penthouse though she had a suspicion such would be at the very top.
He seemed the sort to favor being at the pinnacle of the highrise.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on May 12, 2019 23:06:45 GMT
Before Alice can object to Dorothy's inevitable fangirling, the real Witchmon chimes in. "Totally! we're two peas in a pod! She's the nerdy one who seems confident at first, but is actually totally insecure! I'm the cool one who does all the real good stuff!" She bumps the green haired woman standing next to her with her hips, as if to emphasize this. Needless to say, her Tamer is far from amused, having to put up with this ridiculous charade. "Ain't that right, Greeny?"
"Y-Yeah..." The green haired woman can't help but be more than a little nervous. Despite this Digimon's affable, perhaps even friendly attitude, she knows she's in danger to some extent. The words that came out of Beelzemon's mouth, while mostly encouraging to Dorothy, are much more worrying to Alice.
At least the decision to wear an outfit matching her partner got the Demon Lord to assume she's a Digimon, and the insight that this used to be an office. Perhaps there's a purpose he's here. Maybe he's disrupting this place for a reason. Whatever the purpose, the green haired woman runs a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. "Apologies if I am a little nervous... It isn't every day I get out much. We were looking for a friend, but... I assume you don't keep track of people here."
Her heart skips a beat when she realizes she might be neglecting Ayumi's part in this. There has to be a way to convincingly get away from this charismatic king of Digimon now that she actually took the chance to talk to them. She's here to investigate and solve problems, not join in on the party herself. But perhaps she's already been rolled up into that. "Any particular reason you chose this place, aside from it being, in your own words, the most boring place in the whole of Terminus?" She doesn't expect a clear answer, either way.
She gives Dorothy a bit of a nudge back, a signal that she's going to leave her alone, and tries to come up with a suitable excuse. "...Right... I-If you excuse me, I don't like being the center of attention that much... I need to get a drink..." And so she attempts to slip back into the crowd, leaving Dorothy alone to deal with Beelzemon, a terrifying proposition in her head, but she really doesn't have any other choice.
And with the Witchmon left alone, Dorothy waves her hand at Alice's sudden departure dismissively, laughing it off. "Ahh, don't worry, my, uhh, sis is like that, all nervous 'n dorky. I'm sure she'll warm up a lil' eventually... That said, as the life of the party, I'm sure we could do a lil' somethin' to help liven things up just a teeny bit more... Feels good bein' at the top, doesn't it? Bein' the star of the show? I bet..." She almost forgets what she's supposed to be here for, but she figures that maybe all she needs to do is distract Beelzemon for as long as possible.
Emerging from the crowd and heading over to Ayumi is Alice, having tried her best to elude attention. She sighs, the stress of having to hold herself back getting to her. "Sorry about taking so long. Our friend here is... Quite the person. Find anything out?" The look of unease on her face is clear, almost looking as if she just surfaced after being underwater.
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Post by Ayumi on May 18, 2019 10:31:11 GMT
The words on her Digivice confused Ayumi. Yet they seemed to touch upon a sensitive part of her soul. The part that yearned to just be normal and accepted. Not...all of this. She was almost ready to just blindly follow them. Almost. The sight of that eye...it made all sorts of alarm bells ring in her head. She did not know whose eyes these were, but they resembled something she'd heard of. The eyes of a Leviamon, from Mizu's descriptions. She could not be sure if this had been Leviamon, or even a Leviamon, but she'd been pulled out of the lull of sweet words into alertness.
She carefully turned to Solomon, and whispered to him. "Th-th-there was something behind that door, something that could take a hold of my Digivice...something that tried to speak into my soul." If he had been able to, the Monodramon would have frowned. "Talk into your soul? This is very suspicious. And dangerous. But it's obvious we found something. Cover me, I am going to see if I can peek through the keyhole..." Ayumi nodded, and put herself in front of Solomon, putting on her best smile. Truth be told, the words that thing behind the door were still gnawing on her soul. Maybe she really -did- want to be out there, doing what she wants...maybe she really was among those in the shadows cast by those in the spotlight...
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 21, 2019 2:08:58 GMT
With how short the Mamemon was, and how far the lanyard trailed behind him, relieving him of his possessions was fairly trivial. He flailed desperately to grab at Cas' wrist and stop her, but his stumpy arms just weren't up for the task. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, not cool there!" he said, all the more incensed by how smoothly Cas walked past him. He jumped up and down, flailing his arms in a vain bid at being noticed, but with a plan in Cas' mind she had no reason to be concerned over the small party. "You owe me for this, chica! You owe me big time, y'hear? I only let ya take it 'cause I pity you!"
More important than Mamemon's grumbling was what his lanyard was. Namely, it was for a member of Beelzemon's medical staff. The ID card itself was fairly tacky, looking more like it was taken in a novelty photo booth than by an actual camera, and the hot rod flames framing the picture were really unnecessary. However, the Digimon pictured itself may have caught Cas' eye:
It was a Wizardmon.
The second floor was fairly quiet, bar the massive line of Digimon currently queued up for the bathroom. Beyond them, it seemed to be spare offices converted into a variety of party hotspots. There was a gaming lounge, a jaccuzi, another jacuzzi, a room dedicated entirely to trophies and statues that Beelzemon accrued, and a third jacuzzi. The only thing sticking out from this sea of jacuzzis and miscellaneous rooms was a rather plain looking door, the words GUEST BEDROOM hanging off of it on a creaky sign.
As Cas sleuthed, Beelzemon grinned at Alice. "Damn right I keep track of everyone here," he said, proud. "Kinda host would I be if I didn't know everyone's name?"
"Oh! Does this mean you know where our friend is?" Dracmon asked. "She's about . . . this tall-" he added, standing on his tiptoes and holding his hand way high for emphasis. "Crazy hair. Lots of muscles. Shaped like a friend. You know what I'm talking about?"
"Huh. Sounds like that Strikedramon going nuts in the mosh pit over there," Beelzemon said. He turned to the mosh pit, pumping a fist in victory as a Dinohumon went hurtling through the sky. "Awww yeah! You rock that mosh pit!" he cheered. "Yeah, she's over there, no doubt."
Dracmon snapped his fingers, then hopped on his freshly-autographed bike and zoomed off. "Thanks, love you!" he called, quickly vanishing into the crowd surrounding the mosh pit.
That left Beelzemon free to answer Alice's question. "Not too much reason. It's a damn big building, he said, shrugging. "Bigger the building, bigger the party. And the Cherrymon holed up in here built himself one hell of an office before I told him to take a hike. Goodbye, greedy tree. Hello, wicked penthouse! I didn't even need to buy that much furniture!"
Apparently that answer was enough for Alice, who promptly peaced out. But Dorothy was still sticking around. "Liven things up, huh? And be the star of the show, too?" Beelzemon looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully, then a wicked grin spread over his face. "I like the way you think." In one smooth motion he hopped up, spun Dorothy, dipped her down, and then looked to the crowd while grinning ear to ear. "Alright, everyone! Drop whatever the hell you're doing, 'cause it's time for a dance off!" He then set Dorothy back on her feet, shooting her a grin. "There ya go, spotlight's all yours. Now show 'em what you got!"
As soon as the mention of a dance-off started, Sleepmon started . . . stepping back and forth. It was too slow and careful to even remotely be considered a dance, but judging by how happy he looked it might have been the most thrilling thing he had ever done. This happiness lasted until he saw how shaken Ayumi looked, "You look really concerned by that emergency room," he said. "It's okay. I know this party looks a little intense, but I'm sure it isn't that scary. It's probably just for people who dance too hard, or eat too much pudding, or something like that.
You should dance a little! Maybe you'll feel better, and I bet you're good at it."
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Post by Cross on May 22, 2019 0:06:37 GMT
It seemed by all accounts that Beelzemon didn't get many guests that stayed over night or at least they didn't stay overnight in that bedroom. Staying overnight passed out on the floor was different. Pausing to lean back against one of the walls Cas pondered her options. She could go toss Beelzemon's suite or she could go break into his medical facilities...
Honestly was which she would choose even truly in question? Making sure to keep her disguise up the 'human' wandered over to the nearest digimon clutching her stomach and putting on a grimace. "Hey man, I think something I ate isn't agreeing with me. Do you know where the medical facilities are here?" She asked plaintively though her words came up short as she swiftly covered her mouth with one hand gagging as if she felt the need to hurl.
Life lessons had long since taught her most individuals didn't think twice about telling you stuff if they thought doing otherwise might make you linger longer and get them thrown up on.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on May 24, 2019 3:41:52 GMT
Alice's response to Ayumi is joined with a shake of her head and a prolonged silence as she thinks, even moreso than normal, the thoughts going through Alice's mind going about so rapidly that it's hard to even focus on the sheer amount of questions she has. Just what is Ayumi talking about? How powerful must it be to take control of one's Digivice, yet alone tap directly into the mind of someone? That, and the fact she's undoubtedly being watched makes her even more uneasy.
All of this is too much for Alice to really want to think about right now. She has more pressing matters.
"What matters is that you're fine... Even if we haven't had any luck figuring out what's going on." The green haired woman sighs, seeing the situation as troubles piling up further and further. "At least nothing's exploded yet... But what could possibly be powerful enough to affect your Digivice? That isn't normal." She runs a hand through her hair, having no answers. "You know what, I''ll tell you what I know, and you tell me what you know. Beelzemon doesn't seem that bright, and he's friendly, but he definitely isn't a fool. Hell, I somewhat doubt he's even fully aware of just how strong he really is. Perhaps we could exploit that. Either way, this party needs to end, one way or another, and if you have any ideas that can help, I'd like to hear them. Also, this place used to be an office. Funny, I know, but... To think everything here changed so quickly... We need to be careful."
Forcing a chuckle out of her mouth to feign confidence, Alice looks back to the crowds, then to Sleepmon. "Both of that one's friends are somewhere in there. I can see why this place isn't exactly easy to leave... People are probably partying till they're exhausted, one way or another. That much is obvious. I've still got a lot of questions, but perhaps it'd be better to not ask them yet."
Finally, she sighs, pulling her hat down a little in hopes it helps shut out the loud noise around her. "I can only hope Dorothy distracting him can at least give us some time to take action."
Meanwhile...
Dorothy's heart almost stops upon realizing that Alice left her to deal with the Demon Lord. On one hand, Beelzemon is seemingly friendly, and focused more on the party than anything else, which is good... On the other, she's now the center of HIS attention.
"Gyahaha, sure, yep... Lemme just get started." After hopefully being given a little space, she does a stretch before beginning to sway her hips slightly to the music. Just a little bit, though.. "So, uhh, tell me a lil' 'bout yourself?" An awkward laugh comes from her as she starts moving a little faster, using her arms to make her movements seem a little bouncier. "Gyahaha, I feel so stupid askin' these questions to ya. Sometimes feel like I ask too many of 'em. I blame my friend... She loves askin' questions." She glances around, not exactly sure if she really wants more attention than what she already has, but there's no going back at this point, given how the Demon Lord of Gluttony already has his eyes on her.
It's hard for her to not be just a tiny bit nervous about all this, especially without Alice by her side and Dracmon seemingly running off to nowhere. She's with one of the single most powerful Digimon currently alive, and the tension would be obvious if not for how excited she is. Thankfully, she's not alone, even if her allies are off doing... Whatever they're doing. "Curiosity ain't a bad thing, though. What's life without takin' risks?"
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Post by Ayumi on May 24, 2019 11:15:07 GMT
Watching through the keyhole did not seem to do much good for Solomon. Whatever had been back there seems to have either taken to hiding, or vanished. Still, he could not just leave behind the one lead they had. Plus, his Tamer was very shaken by whatever had contacted her, and he took that more seriously than anything. Maybe this room was connected to another? Maybe he should have a little walk around, make a little map in his mind, to see if he can find a different way in. And if that's out of the question, well, the old claw lockpick trick always worked.
As for Ayumi, she jumped a bit when Sleepmon talked to her, too deep in thought to really realize the little guy was still there. "Eh? Dancing? B-b-but, I am really bad at that..." Still, perhaps dancing was the best idea now, lest she harboured on those thoughts for the rest of the evening. She began to awkwardly step from one foot to the other to the beat of the music. But as she did, things seemed to become easier and easier, as her body gave itself to the music, and she began to dance in earnest.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on May 28, 2019 23:27:20 GMT
Cas' choice of victim was none other than a SkullGreymon, the massive mountain of marrow taking up nearly the entire hallway by itself. As Cas started heaving and gagging it looked down at her, eyes blank and jaw hanging loosely. A strand of noxious purple drool dribbled down its cheekbone, causing the carpet where it landed to sizzle. Was this thing even sapient, or had Cas basically started a conversation with the drywall? The answer would become all too apparent as it lunged forward, aiming to scoop Cas up in its huge, off-white claws.
If she allowed the SkullGreymon to grasp her, she would find that its touch was incredibly ginger. If she didn't, it would simply give her a nod of understanding and begin walking away. In either case it tried its hardest to rasp in a comforting manner as it began shambling away from the hallway. It kept its place slow, as if to make sure a rushed Cas wouldn't end up hurling all over the carpet. Who knew that SkullGreymon of all Digimon would be so gentlemanly?
When it arrived to the medical bay it opened the door, ripping it clean off of its hinges. It then shambled away, groaning one last time in the process.
Surprisingly enough, the medbay was empty. Clipboards and assorted medical equipment were scattered all around the room, as if abandoned around the time the party started. Cabinets rattled as the party's bass-boosted soundtrack shook the room, making it abundantly clear that they were stocked from head to toe with pills. A few shelves labelled "for pain and bellyachin' " were piled with hooch. There was an eye examination chart that was just a Beelzeburger Truck menu shrank down in Microsoft Word. There was even a tricked-out massage chair, the words "Reserved for Beelzemon" written on the back.
Beyond these medical supplies, there was a heavy box with a glass front far in the back of the room. Tinted glass obscured the identity of its contents, but the words "BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY" were plainly written on the front in Digimoji. It was maybe the second most noteworthy thing in the room, besides the massage chair.
As Cas investigated, Sleepmon listened to Alice's plan. "Dracmon's in the crowd now, too?" he asked. "Ohhh, that's not good. He and Strikedramon can get a bit . . . intense, sometimes. If this party's going to get them even more worked up, maybe you guys are right.
This party doesn't seem like it wants to end anytime soon, though. I mean, everyone here looks like they're having a lot of fun. What are you guys going to do?"
All the while, a rueful laugh slithered into Ayumi's ear. It felt almost static, as if is was a vocal interpretation of the rainbow static that had flooded her Digivice. "You've only just begun to feel comfortable, and already they want to tear it from your hands," it breathed. "And these are the ones you call your friends? A shame."
Nobody else would have heard it. Certainly, Sleepmon didn't seem to react, continuing to expectantly look up at Alice, Ayumi, and Solomon for their next ideas. It was entirely in Ayumi's head, and yet it sounded every bit as real as the voices of the partygoers surrounding her. In fact, if anything it would have felt more real. Between the pulse-pounding music, the sound of bodies swaying, and the hundreds of conversations happening at once, it all seemed to coalesce into an oppressive mass. There were countless Digimon here, voices on top of voices, but all saying nothing. Only Alice, Solomon, and Sleepmon, being ever-so-slightly aside from the crowd, would avoid being lost in this shuffle.
Except for Ayumi's new "friend", of course.
Dorothy had started with the classic deflection maneuver by asking Beelzemon to talk about himself. Fortunately, a guy who threw an entire party in his own honor was all too easily felled by such a cunning maneuver. "Well, I hate to brag. But I may be the most successful Gluttony that's ever set foot on the Digital World," he started, fangs gleaming almost perfectly as he spoke. Unlike everyone else, he didn't start dancing. Instead he just stood with his arms folded, surveying everyone as they danced at his whim. When he could make an entire room lose themselves at his whim, was his claim even that hard to contest? "Bet you wouldn't believe it, but your usual Gluttonys? Total selfish pricks. They just hole up in their lairs and gorge themselves. Talk about a waste of a sin, am I right? But me? No, no, I'm bringing my gifts all over town! I'm shaking things up! I'm taking this whole Demon Lord crap and dragging it right out of the shadows! And when all's said and done? This whole damn world's gonna be thankful.
And to think the other guy said I couldn't do it. Ha."
He chugged down a bottle of what was probably, hopefully root beer, then stretched out some. " 'Sides that? I'm pretty much your everyday average 'mon," he said. "Always looking for something new. No sense waiting around when things are all old and busted, right? You want something cool, you gotta make it happen! Ah, but this party's heard me yammer on about myself enough. Tell me about yourself, huh?"
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Post by Cross on Jun 4, 2019 21:34:15 GMT
This...this hadn't been Cas's plan, but she had to admit she wasn't exactly disappointed as she flinched back only to suddenly finding herself scooped up almost bridal style by the giant undead Digimon. Leaving her surprised, but honestly flattered by the gentlemanly consideration as a rosy blush stained her cheeks lending credence to her act. "Thank you," She ended up murmuring surprised and sincere as she eyed the ripped of medbay door with more then a little awe as the Skull Greymon set her gingerly down on her feet departing now that he'd seen her safely to her destination.
Grasping the ripped door the Doctor did her best to hoist it back into place behind her as she entered the medbay hoping that for the moment everyone would be to busy partying to notice the sudden destruction. Before turning and inspecting the medbay for camera's. Should she find none she'd switch off her holosuit making it a point to make sure the keycard and lanyard was on clear display. Then Cas would do what she did best. Scavenge.
Namely opening up her infini-store and swiping the medicine in the cabinets into it indiscriminately. She'd sort through what they were later though she did leave most of the shelf labeled for pain and bellyaches. She wasn't a complete asshole after all. Though that didn't stop her from pausing to unplug the massage chair while she was at it as she fished through her pockets for her multi-tool. Slotting it into the screws on the case to begin taking it apart. Breaking things and leaving evidence behind after all wasn't really the her style.
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