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[IS 1] Conflict of Interest
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Post by Alan Pantell on Jul 22, 2019 19:47:02 GMT
"Hey."
Alan made a quick motion to slam his fist on the table, but opened his hand at the last moment to make it more of a slap. He sat up from his chair, speaking sternly through the momentary haze of a head rush. "We lost. That's fine, fair do's. But I don't like you taking that tone of voice for it. You didn't 'claim' anything, hotshot. You didn't even claim you were who you seemed to be impersonating. You only hinted. And likewise, all we did was hint once, between rounds two and three, that we were making selections based on digimon we've seen before. That was a lot of things, buddy, but that wasn't a goddamn cold reading. As for the shuffling, what difference would it have made? Say you built a deck out of digmon cards, one third of them are in someway related to a current patron of this inn. You're not guaranteed that every hand of three will yield two patrons and one non-patron. You know stuff, and we had no reason to 'assume' you only knew certain stuff. Most of all, we had no reason to 'assume' someone's digivolved forms! That's all. Take your 'ticket' and shred it. I hope our 'partner' enjoys hers. We're getting our own. Good day."
The pair turned and didn't look back, proceeding to the bar on their current floor. They sat down, waiting patiently for the Mojyamon's attention.
"Excuse me," began Levi, "Sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if you knew anything about this."
Alan took the Dusk Pirates Card from his infini-store and showed both sides to the barkeep.
"If not, no worries. Just two waters is fine."
[Alan showed the Dusk Pirates Card from his inventory to Mojyamon at the second floor bar.]
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Jul 22, 2019 22:41:59 GMT
This wolf could act all he wanted, but Renamon just wasn't buying it. He was already in her clutches. Brazen theft was not the right answer here, but the vixen thought she had a much more subtle way to part this boy from his wristband free of charge. She pretended to reexamine the wolves around her who were also getting riled up, then dismissed them all with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not worried about them." She stood, walked herself around the bag, and faced it perpendicular in relation to the one presumed Juck. She then proceeded to give his bag a good and hard back kick with excellent form. Maybe she was no ultimate, but she could sure deliver a blow. "I can take care of myself. Besides... let's just say I have some powerful friends."
She started to stare directly into Juck's eyes from here on out. This, however, wasn't just to feign interest in him (well, she didn't have to feign it, really). There was an ulterior motive for eye contact. "My name's Renamon. Nothing too special. I like it when life is simple and not complicated, don't you?" She even went so far as to try and turn Juck's face toward her own, gently coercing him to look her in the eyes. "So, how about you? What's your name? And... would you care to become one of my powerful friends?" Too bad this guy was just a mark, because the spy was having a little too much fun with this. However, throughout this interaction she was waiting for the perfect time to flash her Mind's Eye ability. If it worked, this WereGarurumon wouldn't be able to see Renamon anymore but instead an illusion of her. That would leave her free and clear to slip out plus one wristband. Renamon attempted to use Mind's Eye on the WereGarurumon presumed to be Juck. -Mind's Eye: Any opposing digimon who looks into this digimon's eyes when this ability is activated is subject to a form of hypnotism that makes the opponent see lifelike illusion of this digimon that can move, speak, and appear to use abilities (the illusion's abilities do not damage or affect real digimon or objects). The illusion is dispelled if the target successfully hits either the illusion or the real Renamon with a damaging ability. A target can only be under one Mind's Eye illusion at a time. Cooldown: 2 posts
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Post by Erika on Aug 1, 2019 20:41:20 GMT
While the DarkVeemon walked away from his blue counterpart and his partner, the sound of Alan slamming his hand against the table got to his ears, making him stop. He turned his face to look at the source of the noise, his eyes slightly widened. As he heard the human speak, his eyes would keep growing in size. For the first time, the look on the dragon was not condescending. His eyes did not show any vestige of kindness, either. He was just… a bit shocked, honestly. As the blonde finished his speech, a smirk started forming around the black digimon's mouth, this time, however, it hid a trace of something else behind. Smugness, maybe?
“Even if it’s not the first time I see you do that, I don’t usually take you by the type who stands up like that and just flat out say what they think. Impressive.” He made a pause. It was true the bottom line could be very much described with the start of his own sentence: they lost, end of the story. However, the digimon could feel these two still had a long way to go and time to grow stronger, and he made it obvious with the way he looked at them. Whether they were still listening or not, he did not seem to care much, he still issued the next statement as he walked away. “You’re definitely a promising pair. I can tell the next time we meet will be exciting.”
Just like that, Alan and Levi had parted ways with the DarkVeemon. What kind of face-off would they have when they met again?
For now, the duo would have to wait for the Mojyamon to finish cleaning some glasses before he would actually turn to serve more drinks. Upon noticing the new arrivals at his bar, he would walk closer to them.
“An interesting guy, huh? He had been sitting there for a while now.” His voice was deep and a bit crispy. “He had taken money for every digimon who tried to play him. They all lost. I think he made quite a few bucks if you ask me.” Leaving that topic behind, he paid attention to the card the duo had shown to him. Immediately, he took a step back, looking a bit shocked.
“W-Where did you get that from?” Obviously, he seemed to know what that was. “Are you guys from the Navy or something like that?” He asked, looking fairly fretted now. Slowly, and still looking fairly shocked, the bartender started moving his hand towards the item. Did he want to grab the card? Maybe he just wanted to take a better look at it?
Renamon’s display of strength had not gone unnoticed by the herd of wolves. After her kick, some changed their lascivious looks to a shocked stare, looking a bit perplexed. Although the biggest WereGarurumon remained focused on the bag at first, he eventually couldn’t help but look into the vixen’s eyes once she led his head towards her. Once he did, his skull just remained still, his blue eyes immersed on Renamon’s as if he had been locked by her glance. This did not last for more than two seconds, but it was enough for the fox’s technique to take effect.
“... 'Can't tell you that.” He scoffed. “I was told earlier I shouldn’t be given my name away so easily. For now, you can call me WereGarurumon, too. Simple, huh?” Just like she liked it.
By the time being, everything seemed normal for the gigantic wolf, he kept chatting with the Renamon as if nothing had happened. Had he fallen right into her trap?
“What do you need powerful friends for?” He asked, while his eyes followed the fox (or what he thought was the fox) wherever she walked. “I can be anyone’s powerful friend.” A pause ensued. “… For a price.” He finished the sentence with a predatory look in his eyes.
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Aug 2, 2019 21:42:12 GMT
Renamon had to be certain Juck was under her spell before she went and made her move. She guided her illusion to circle the wolf toward the arm opposite the one wearing that band. Even though there seemed to be no other reason to look in that direction, that WereGarurumon followed her with his gaze anyway. I love your eyes on me, hun, but I've got a job to do, she silently mused.
So while the illusion continued to chat the wolf up - "Oh, is that how it is? Can't a girl get the man to pay for the first date anymore?" The real Renamon tried to stretch that arm band tight enough not to touch the wolf's skin or fur without breaking it. Two digits on each paw formed a sort of square shape that would hopefully keep it open. She then attempted to deliberately, meticulously slide the band down Juck's arm, past the wrist, and right off the hand. Should she have succeeded, she would have gone to tuck it under the sleeve opposite the one she kept the coins (and was also trying to be careful about not jingling them). "What can I say? I like a man who can handle himself." The illusion sat back on the table again. Hopefully as it put a foot or two of distance between them, his attention would be drawn to it even more strongly.
Renamon had attempted to steal the band off. Would her pickpocket skills hold out for the second time?
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Post by Alan Pantell on Aug 6, 2019 23:29:28 GMT
The human and the Veemon definitely heard what their victorious opponent had said as he walked away. Now that Alan had spilled everything he had wanted to say, his chest felt much lighter. After seeing the DarkVeemon walk away, and they were as sure as they could be that they were out of hearing range, they turned to each other, excitement and energy renewed.
"To people like us..." started Alan. "The best compliment you could possibly give... is..."
Levi pressed a finger just below his horn, like some kind of finger-mustache, and began speaking in a some kind of nasally tough-guy accent, as if quoting no one in particular: "Listen, kid. You've got a long way to go before you can even dream of beating me. But you've got potential. Work hard. Better yourselves. The next time we meet, I'll be expecting a real challenge! So don't you disappoint me!"
The two locked arms in a sort of arm-wrestler grip, smiling incessantly. "We're protagonists, bro!"
Meanwhile, in the not-very-distant-at-all present...
Alan turned around to look at the table they had just left, as if there was anyone left there to see. "Guess we have something else to thank him for."
"Else?"
"For giving us a taste, a small one no doubt, of what he's capable of... and for not making us play for money."
"You're right... we would have turned him down for sure otherwise."
"Info network or not... he's got some good intuition on him. That aside..."
Alan quickly pulled the card away from the barkeep's reaching hand. "You'll forgive us for being a bit protective of it, right? On the other hand, don't worry yourself. We hate the Navy. In any case..."
"You DO know something, huh? We'd appreciate anything you can give us. Free or otherwise."
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Post by Erika on Aug 7, 2019 16:46:25 GMT
As soon as Alan drew that hand back, the Mojyamon scratched his head apologetically. “Heh. I’m sorry! Y-Yes. I understand.” He nodded. The yeti-like digimon blinked twice upon hearing the question issue by the duo. “Well… That mark…” He pointed at the card with his index finger. “… That belongs to the Dusk Pirates, doesn’t it? They are a pirate crew. I mean, I don’t know if they’re at the level of the Treasure Hunters, but everyone says they’re quite strong.” Obviously, it seemed like the bartender was assuming Alan and Levi knew everything he was talking about.
While he talked, the Mojyamon poured water in a couple of glasses and handed them to the pair. “W-Why do you have that, anyway? I’ve heard about pirate invitation cards but… I had never actually seen one of those. At least not one of a crew that’s so strong. Digimon that like to collect pirate things would probably pay a lot of money for one of those.” Slowly, he leaned forward, whispering his next question… “Are you like… super strong?”
Pirate… invitation cards?
“D-Date?” Although her intentions did not seem clear to him, Weregarurumon kept interested in Renamon's words. Still, he tried to hide this interest, trying to drift the conversation back to him being up for hire. “If you want my power, then you have to pay a price. If what you want is me, then… Maybe we can arrange something.” Yet, it was clear he was attracted to the female, just like the rest of his squad. Did he trust her? Probably not.
Some things seemed to be working in Renamon’s favor, though. On one hand, the rest of the wolves did notice something was wrong. This giant WereGarurumon was speaking and seemingly hearing someone talk, but the digimon was not… there. Renamon was by the other side of the giant, while he spoke to the opposite side, like having a conversation.
“W-What… did she do to him?” One of them whispered.
However, other than that, they all remained silent. No one warned Renamon’s interlocutor. No one said anything about it. Why? Why were they keeping their snouts shut upon seeing the vixen steal something from the big guy right in front of them?
Eventually, Renamon would be able to slide the wristband out of the wolf’s arm and tuck it in.
Although they were still seeing the real Renamon do this, neither of the wolves did anything in response. Meanwhile, the big one kept talking to the illusion. Was that the wristband she was looking for? Any kind of inspection would show a named etched on the item.
'Faku.'
Okay, that wristband definitely did not have “Juck” written anywhere. Was it the right one, though?
Inventory:
-Rocket Pirates Card. [Crucial item] [Genesis] -Dusk Pirates Card. [Crucial item] [Alan] -Old coins. [Gift] [Renamon] -Wristband. [?] [Renamon]
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Aug 9, 2019 22:42:44 GMT
"I don't think so, honey," Renamon's doppelganger declined the WereGarurumon's offer. "Like I said, I already have some powerful friends. I prefer it when a man buys me dinner, not the other way around. But it was nice chatting." The illusion then huffed haughtily and broke eye contact, turning away from the mark. He had nothing else she wanted... nothing that Renamon herself could actually get, anyway. Perhaps another day, when she wasn't bound to this stupid boy's play army... All the while the real one headed for the stairs, mumbling, "I have the band. Meet me downstairs,"
"Coming." Maybe loyalty and friendship weren't important values to these WereGarurumon. Hopefully not, anyway, because Renamon was making for the stairs while Tadayoshi and Commandramon assembled near those two other guys. "My friend Renamon tells me she has your wristband. She's on her way now. But she won't give it to you unless I have your word you'll let us inside if she does. Do I have it?" Well, what good was someone's word in a place like this, anyway? Doubtful. But hey, at least Tadayoshi would be in the right if he gave the order to force their way through if they broke it. Renamon showed no signs of remorse for stealing as she made to leave the floor. She didn't even turn back at the others who were obviously still staring at her, though she did give them a little wave goodbye. And if someone tried to stop her, well... I'll just have to charm them, too.
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Post by Alan Pantell on Aug 10, 2019 23:33:34 GMT
Alan found he was perfectly content to chat with this bartender for a while. He didn't care as much about missions or secrecy. It was difficult to keep everything to himself. Secrecy felt unnecessary, especially when that DarkVeemon seemed to know so much about him- about them- anyway. Yes, no matter how much he was told not to assume, for some reason, he was still adamant about that part.
"Invitation cards? I can't possible imagine they were meant for us. They were given to us by a third party. I have no idea who the intended recipient might have been." He gazed off to the side, in no direction in particular. Of course he was still sore. He couldn't help it. "In any case, I don't think 'invitation' is the right word. If anything, it might give you the right to be tested. We... didn't pass." Alan turned his head to his partner. "...yet?"
"Yet? He seemed to think we'd see each other again. Yet."
"Yet. He told us to meet up with the people we came here with because they were close to getting their ticket inside or whatever. But I..." The human rested his elbows on the counter, and his head in his hands, still staring pensively at nothing. "I don't want to. If I take a test and don't pass, seems a bit strange to just waltz on in anyway. So, we're just... socializing until we find another in, I suppose."
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Post by Erika on Aug 12, 2019 21:14:13 GMT
It was a good thing there weren’t so many clients on the second floor today. That ultimately made sense, since that Coronamon was having her show downstairs. But it also meant Mojyamon could take his time and assimilate everything these passersby were saying. While Alan uttered his last sentence, the Yeti had already started to shake his head.
“No, no. You don’t get it. Call me crazy, but… I don’t think that DarkVeemon belonged to the Dusk Pirates.” He started. “Invitation Cards are not issued to someone in particular.” He pointed again at the object in Alan’s hand. “I’ll explain a bit about how they work, so listen closely.” Before going on, he cleared his throat.
“With the increasing number of pirate crews everywhere and so many people interested in them, the stronger pirate crews don’t lose their time with just anyone. Actually, many of those crews would just straight out kill anyone who tries to approach them. Unless you have one of those.” Once again, the bartender moved his finger, pointing at the card. “Invitation Cards. Crews print them and give them to pirates or crews that are stronger than them, or at least equally strong. They usually have a distinctive element only that crew can identify and replicate, so it can't be falsified. It's a symbol of power. If someone who approaches them shows that card, they are forced to listen to them and negotiate. Why? Well, it's partly because it’s part of the pirates’ code and… in part, because…”
The big buy made a pause, scratching his head, trying to explain this part in a way he made himself as clear as possible. “...Look at it this way:
Let's say an individual or a crew named A has an Invitation Card of a certain crew B. If A decides to approach B and shows them B's Invitation Card then B instantly knows the approaching side is either as strong as they are, or that someone who is at least as strong as they are, gave A that card.
That means B could be getting in trouble by hurting or ignoring A. So, in a way, when pirates give out Invitation Cards, they are buying themselves potential deals, but also restricting themselves from hurting anyone who has them. As I said, Invitation Cards are a sign of power. They don’t have a name printed in them, so whoever has them, has… well, the possibility to negotiate with a powerful crew in their hands!”
Was that a good explanation? Hopefully! Going back to this particular scenario…
“If a ‘third party’ as you call it, gave you that card, it probably means they are at least as strong as the Dusk Pirates! But, there is more!” Apparently, the Mojyamon was not done with giving out info. “The only pirates who don’t need Invitation Cards to speak with any crew they want, are the Treasure Hunters. Since they are so strong, they can basically speak with anyone they want without a card!” Then, he took his hand to his chin, pondering about the situation. “If this third party you mentioned gave you that card, it might be either because they have lots of trust in you, or because… they don’t need it.”
Could it be…? Had Imminent Storm met one of these Treasure Hunters?
Suddenly, a couple of Gekomons, a Mamemon and a Bearmon took a seat at the bar. The sound of the moving stools made Mojyamon realize he should probably take their order. “In any case…” He scooted closer to the pair to whisper something to them, before taking his leave to go back to work. “You didn’t hear it from me but… the strong pirates usually hang out at the basements of the building. If you want that card to be useful to you, you should probably head there. I think it’s not easy to actually get inside since the Invitation Cards will only work with the members of the Dusk Pirates. So you have to find a way of getting in the basement on your own!”
Good thing someone in their crew had that part already solved, huh?
Or… had they?
Well, absolutely no one had stopped Renamon. Most of the wolves noticed what she did. They all saw her steal the Wristband from the giant wolf just in front of their eyes. And yet still… they did nothing.
As soon as Tadayoshi and Commandramon approached, the older of the two guards was about to address them, probably to tell them this area was off-limits. However, they spoke over him, explaining the situation.
“S-She does?” The voice of the youngest had a ring of excitement, and a faint smile appeared on his face. His eyes shifted towards his partner, who admittedly could not hide his own joy. However, his face changed slowly as Tadayoshi and Comandramon told them what they wanted.
“I didn’t know you wanted to… go in…” For a second, the guard with the deepest voice glared at his back. So that was what they wanted? It was obvious the Renamon wasn’t just helping them out of pure kindness, but… His eyes met his partner’s again. The poor Weregarurumon seemed to happy they had recovered his wristband it would be almost criminal to reject this deal in front of him.
With zero possibility to issue a refusal, the wolf just sighed. “O-Okay… If you give us the wristband, we will let you inside the basements.” He lifted his index finger, stating his conditions. “But we’re only opening the door once. So make sure everyone who’s going in is with you at the moment we open these doors because we won’t let anyone in afterward. Also, make sure the ones going in have everything you need. And, finally…” Another finger was raised.
“… Neither we or this establishment is responsible, in any way, of whatever happens to you in there.”
Inventory:
-Dusk Pirates Invitation Card. [Crucial item] [Alan] -Old coins. [Gift] [Renamon] -Wristband. [?] [Renamon]
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Post by Alan Pantell on Aug 15, 2019 1:01:44 GMT
"S-strong? Well, we can handle ourselves in a fight, but I don't think we'd ever manage to get one of these straight from the source. The one who gave this to us said his motivations were simply..."
"...Chaos."
"...so I really don't know if he had any affiliations with these so-called Treasure Hunters."
"...and furthermore..."
"...who was that DarkVeemon to be helping people get so-called 'tickets inside'?"
"...All looking like my boyfriend and shit..."
"In any case, even if we don't feel deserving, I suppose it's worth it to hold onto an item that keeps us from getting killed on the spot by the Dusk Pirates."
A thought occurred to Alan.
"Killed on the spot... by... WE NEED TO FIND TADAYOSHI."
The two jolted from their seats. "Thanks for the info, but we have somewhere to be, suddenly!" They waved and walked swiftly, but carefully downstairs and to the passage that their comrade had gone to check out earlier; the one who supposedly had been actually succeeding in their mission, according to the mysterious swindler. "Hi," said the young man, "we're with the obscenely large party who I assume came through here earlier...?"
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Aug 15, 2019 21:48:42 GMT
"We're over here." The 16-year-old was standing a little to one side, so it was reasonable that Alan and Levi missed him in their haste. It didn't help that while waiting for Alan, he had recalled most of his army to the Xros Loader where they could rest, stand by, and - most importantly - not get wasted drunk before a mission. Only two digimon remained not in the Loader. One was Commandramon, who acknowledged the arriving pair with a wave while standing beside Tadayoshi. The other was also the other thing they were waiting on: Renamon. She had to scale more floors than Alan, and she was in much less of a hurry to leave that room full of hunks. But eventually, she did show up, one paw open and obviously empty while the other paw was clenched in a fist. She looked the younger wolf brother dead in the eye as she approached. So what if she was a rookie and he, an ultimate? Renamon submitted to no 'mon and, frankly, no human as well. Her open paw reached for one of the younger wolf's and tried to make him hold it out. The closed paw, then, would have slammed itself into the wolf's - and opened enough for him to feel there was an object between the two paws. She hissed, "Word of advice: don't wear this at work. Juck didn't part with this willingly."
There was no remorse in her voice or face as she took her paw away, leaving the younger sibling with the wrist band. She also didn't seem to care about Juck himself, who for all she knew was still chatting with an illusion. How much longer before he realized his mistake? Probably not much longer, since she wasn't making it move or speak anymore. It was just a still statue to him. So, would Juck attack it and find out for himself, or would one of his comrades finally explain what happened to him eventually? It was a shame she probably wouldn't get to find out, but both thoughts brought her great amusement. "We have your word, and we accept your disclaimer - as well as return it in kind. Now let us through." Renamon handed over the wristband to the younger Garurumon.
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Post by Erika on Aug 18, 2019 21:45:39 GMT
Tadayoshi had spoken at the same time the older of the two WereGarurumon had lifted a finger to point Alan his way. It was a good thing the army had decided to wait for the blonde tamer and Levi. There was no way they were going to open that door for them more than once. What was coming was their only chance of going through. The younger of the two flinched upon being approached by the Renamon. A combination of both the rookie managing to be intimidating and the perfect-level being fairly easy to intimidate for… well, a perfect level digimon. However, he received the wristband and nodded at the vixen’s advice. It couldn’t be different right? Not like he could say ‘no’ or anything. After taking his distance, he studied the accessory from up close, looking at the object in his hand. “So…? Is that the one?” The other one asked. His partner seemed to be looking for something on the object. Until… “Aha! There it is!” He exclaimed with a smile. “See? He had his name written on this one. This is definitely the wristband he gave me!” Right now, that wolf seemed vibrant. Probably the most excited Renamon had ever seen him. Half of a smile was even drawn in the older one’s face. It was touching to seeing have his precious gift back. And, of course, it wouldn’t make sense that wristband had Juck’s name etched on it; it wasn’t his! “Thank you! Thank you very much!” He remarked while bowing. As soon as Commandramon asked to go through, he placed his hand on one of the handles and started pulling from it. “O-Of course.” This time, however, his partner was not going to stop him. “Have fun.” He quipped while the group went down a set of stairs located right in front of the doorway. Once that was over, they would have reached a hallway where the Lost Droplet’s style had taken a full turn. The place was dark, murky and a bit humid. Every 20 feet or so a chandelier could be found, sticking to a wall and partly lighting up the area. It was barely enough to see where they were going. The aisle was fairly wide, with enough room for the group of five to fit with no trouble. For some reason, they could feel any attempt to light this place up could be unwelcomed, even if they couldn't see anyone around at the moment. For now, the best option seemed to keep walking forward, until they found something of interest. Maybe it was a good time to discuss what should be their course of action once they got to interact with the Dusk Pirates? Taking the new info they had gathered on the upper floors into consideration, of course. Even if the rest of the group had heard that through the MetalKoromons, it could bring some benefit to discuss it. After all, having gone so far for this, they really needed this negotiation to work. Inventory:
-Dusk Pirates Invitation Card. [Crucial item] [Alan] -Rocket Pirates Invitation Card. [Crucial item] [Alan] -Old coins. [Gift] [Renamon]
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Aug 21, 2019 17:21:35 GMT
Renamon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Of course it was the right wristband. That anyone would dare doubt her, suspect her of such a rookie mistake, was just an insult. Sure, she was happy the kid was happy, but only in the sense that it meant he'd get the heck out of her way and let her proceed with her mission.
"Definitely a different place down here," Tadayoshi noted.
"Someone else hang onto these." Renamon extracted the bag of coins from her sleeve for display. "I don't want to hear them chink. Might create unnecessary temptation if you know what I mean."
"I'll take them." Commandramon kept walking forward, but Renamon dropped back behind him, opened his pack, slipped the bag of coins in a concealed inner pocket, zipped that up, then zipped up the pack. If they were still noisy, well, the captain had lots of other supplies in his pack.
"Alan, keep that card up. I don't like not seeing five feet in front of me."
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Post by Erika on Aug 31, 2019 22:35:24 GMT
Eventually, the walk through the murky, lonely hallway would take them somewhere. Although the facade around them had not changed much, the sight of some digimon starting to appear would be the sign they were getting closer. Each of these digimon was standing in front of one of the multiple doors at each side, glaring at them with a very much not-welcoming expression. While they walked, more doors would start to show, each of them being guarded by a pirate.
In order to find the right door, they had to look at their Dusk Pirates Invitation Card. Eventually, they would realize the symbol with the skull and bats was engraved on one of the doors, too. That could only mean one thing.
In front of their door of interest, a Sharmamon was standing, his arms folded and the exact same expression the rest of the guarding pirates held on their face. One that practically spoke out loud a single sentiment: Who the hell are you, and what do you want?
It was clear he was not expecting much of them. Although he seemed curious they were approaching him, out of all of the pirates around the hallway.
Its forehead wrinkling, the Shamamon finally issued the question, wiggling his mace up and down with his right hand, his arms still folded.
“So? What do you…?” If Alan had kept the card in a visible place, the ogre would interrupt himself immediately, his mouth opening a bit. His eyes went from the item back to the humans, and then to the digimon accompanying them. Those same windows widened slowly. “Give me that…!” He took the card off Alan’s hand, inspecting it from up close. While he held it with his right hand, he shot a small burst of fire out of his left hand to it. Instead of disintegrating, a green smoke came out the item. To this, he only looked more surprised.
It was authentic.
Nothing else to say, then.
“Follow me.” The Shamamon turned his back at the group and opened the marked wooden door that was previously behind him. Once Imminent Storm followed suit, he would close the door and continue his way inside of this new room, walking towards the northern side of it.
What did this new place look like? Well, it was significantly different than the previous environment. Although it looked more like the upper part of the Lost Droplet, the lights here had a crimson red tonality, there were some tables still scattered around, but the music was a lot louder, and the musical genre playing was absolutely different. If it had to be compared to something Alan or Tadayoshi could be familiar of, it could be described as some sort of Thrash Metal with female vocals and no type of musical congruence, just random bits of music put together to form a ‘song’.
The digimon around seemed to be having fun, though. Although they seemed evidently surprised by the newcomers being there, staring at them at all times during the wall.
Finally, the Shamamon would stop, having arrived at the last table of the establishment, placed over some type of platform.
“Hey, Virkka…” The ogre’s voice was firm.
To their left, right at the foot of the stage, a Hagurumon with a goofy smile was observing them. On top of the table, a small digimon was sitting, her legs crossed. She was drinking a purple substance from a wine glass. Further observation would reveal it was a Coronamon. The same they had seen before?
A very human-like hand hovered over the head of the fire beast. Although the illumination was dim, the group could quickly identify it belonged to the digimon sitting behind her, on some type of throne. A LadyDevimon.
The Coronamon was the one to first stare at the group, her eyes then shifting towards the Sharmamon, who was holding the card up high, the item still releasing that green smoke. After wrinkling her mouth while she scanned the whole scene, she eventually uttered some words.
“… And this is why I thought this Invitation Card thing was not a good idea.” She hissed. Her voice sounded both conceited and youthful, like a bratty adolescent. As soon as the hand of the demon posed upon her head, she purred, changing her defiant attitude to an absolute docile one.
“Be nice, Lire.” With a much more feminine, seductive voice, the LadyDevimon soothed the lion. “I am sure that, even if they don’t look particularly strong…” Slowly, they could see how a predatory smile formed upon her face. “… I am sure no one would be so idiotic to come to me with one of our Invitation Cards, without having something interesting to offer.” Slowly, her index finger moved towards her mouth. “At least no one who valued their life.” Her blood red eyes turned brighter.
“So… speak. What brought you here?”
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Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Sept 3, 2019 22:54:42 GMT
The top men of Silence didn't show fear. Not because they didn't feel any fear, of course - Tadayoshi especially was shaking in the figurative sense - but they also understood intuitively that shady company like this was bound to prey on any discomfort they could sense. The boy was able to keep himself calm partly because this wasn't his first time wandering amongst shady company. Heck, some of his army was shady company. The general and soldier pair minimized eye contact, but the latter was ever-alert to his surroundings. Getting the draw on him wasn't going to be easy, and he wanted others to believe that as deterrence.
The Hagurumon briefly caught the General's attention. Something tells me that's not like the Hagurumon I know, he thought, seeing as that one was rather a coward and a pacifist. This one, by their presence and expression, was neither. Still, Tadayoshi paid them little attention by effort. Pirates like hard rock, huh? Of course Tadayoshi knew not everyone who listened to metal was evil - his boss' boyfriend seemed nice enough - but he never did really understand why anyone would listen to anything like it.
Just to appear more threatening Tadayoshi kept his Xros Loader in his hand and visible. The message was obvious: "I can call in reinforcements before you can blink." However, this had an unintended side effect: the others can see. "Hey! That looks like the bitch who totally ignored me before!" Angel did not forgive. Angel did not forget. Nor did she appreciate being called weak to her face. "You wanna start somethin'? We got your card 'cause we deserve it! Cappy says I don't get to kill you unless he says so, but I got a rap for not workin' with others so great!"
Commandramon, on the other hand, wasn't so proud. However, threatening his team was not an offense he could just let go. Click! He didn't make a show of flipping his safety off, but he made eye contact with LadyDevimon as he did. "We came with your crew's Invitation Card. We don't need to offer you anything; you simply can't touch us - not to mention it would be inadvisable with or without the card. However, we've decided to make you an offer anyway." At this point both the captain and Tadayoshi looked toward Alan and Levi. They had the card. This was their dance.
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