Lost and Alone [Open]
Jan 18, 2020 22:49:47 GMT
Post by Maria Wellington on Jan 18, 2020 22:49:47 GMT
Whether or not it was what Amaya had intended, her comment snapped Maria out of her stupor. Maria pulled herself to her feet, dusted off her skirt, and said, "No. Don't touch me. Besides, I already pinched myself. It didn't work," she added with a small pout.
She let out an indignant huff at Shishidou's comment. "Excuse me? Who are you calling 'spoiled'? It's not my fault you don't pay attention to electronics." She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. Her eyes went to Gryz, and she raised an eyebrow at his words. "Do you always talk like that?" she asked, refusing to admit that she didn't actually know what "lucid" meant.
Something gently touched her hand, and she looked down to see Pickle—Labramon now, apparently—nudging said hand with their new muzzle. Maria found her hand sliding to the top of Labramon's head; her fingers twitched as she instinctively went to scratch the pooch behind the ears, but the fact that said pooch was still talking made that too weird to follow through on.
"You're not alone," Pickle said, and something about that made Maria's heart tighten for a moment. She'd pretty much been along since she'd gotten to Japan, except for...
She looked around, trying to keep her worried look subdued. Where was Annabelle? She'd all but vanished on the abandoned platform in Shibuya, and there hadn't been a sign of her at this terminal. Was she here, too? Or had she somehow gotten off the train—no, the Trailmon—before Maria had gotten on? Had she even been on the Trailmon? God, fewer and fewer things were making sense the more she thought about them...
Pickle brought attention to Maria's beeping Digivice, which Maria finally picked up off the ground to examine, removing her hand from the Labramon's head in the process. It was a study little device, she had to give it that; it'd barely been scuffed by the fall.
Oddly enough, Pickle's doggy excitement about taking Maria out on an adventure served as a nice little confidence boost. With Shishidou's attitude and Amaya's quietness, Pickle was easily the most tolerable of the three, even if her explanations still seemed a bit out of this world. ... Then again, if Pickle was right, Maria technically was out of the world she was used to.
Maria clutched her Digivice with both hands. As odd as it was, it was her only connection to her home right now, and maybe it'd lead her to some answers. Still, she had to ask, "How do we know this won't lead somewhere dangerous?"
She let out an indignant huff at Shishidou's comment. "Excuse me? Who are you calling 'spoiled'? It's not my fault you don't pay attention to electronics." She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. Her eyes went to Gryz, and she raised an eyebrow at his words. "Do you always talk like that?" she asked, refusing to admit that she didn't actually know what "lucid" meant.
Something gently touched her hand, and she looked down to see Pickle—Labramon now, apparently—nudging said hand with their new muzzle. Maria found her hand sliding to the top of Labramon's head; her fingers twitched as she instinctively went to scratch the pooch behind the ears, but the fact that said pooch was still talking made that too weird to follow through on.
"You're not alone," Pickle said, and something about that made Maria's heart tighten for a moment. She'd pretty much been along since she'd gotten to Japan, except for...
She looked around, trying to keep her worried look subdued. Where was Annabelle? She'd all but vanished on the abandoned platform in Shibuya, and there hadn't been a sign of her at this terminal. Was she here, too? Or had she somehow gotten off the train—no, the Trailmon—before Maria had gotten on? Had she even been on the Trailmon? God, fewer and fewer things were making sense the more she thought about them...
Pickle brought attention to Maria's beeping Digivice, which Maria finally picked up off the ground to examine, removing her hand from the Labramon's head in the process. It was a study little device, she had to give it that; it'd barely been scuffed by the fall.
Oddly enough, Pickle's doggy excitement about taking Maria out on an adventure served as a nice little confidence boost. With Shishidou's attitude and Amaya's quietness, Pickle was easily the most tolerable of the three, even if her explanations still seemed a bit out of this world. ... Then again, if Pickle was right, Maria technically was out of the world she was used to.
Maria clutched her Digivice with both hands. As odd as it was, it was her only connection to her home right now, and maybe it'd lead her to some answers. Still, she had to ask, "How do we know this won't lead somewhere dangerous?"