you can't just break destiny [Kan] Jan 27, 2018 8:19:57 GMT
Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 27, 2018 8:19:57 GMT
Akane was a woman on a mission. Her cold, wary brown eyes narrowed with determination as she set a brutally brisk pace through the fancy streets of Society Hill. The Veteran had gone to five electronics stores- FIVE of them!!!- and yet it was the same lines every time.
"Ma'am, you need a receipt."
"Miss, we don't carry those."
"Please leave, you're holding up the line."
"Don't make me call security."
Blah blah blah, those were not the answers she was looking for! Why didn't anyone know what she was talking about? Couldn't they see that she didn't want it? Ugh, Akane had never felt so frustrated in her life! Ever since that thing-
"Akane, slow down! I can't keep up!!"
Speak of the devil.
"That's because I don't want you to keep up." The woman snarled under her breath, eyes glinting with a feral light as she glanced down at the puffball. "You are nothing but trouble, so don't even talk right now. I just want my old life back, no magical digital monsters to bother me anymore." Akane huffed, whipping her gaze back in front of her in order to avoid and thread through the crowd. "I'm too old for this shit..."
Tek Stor. A grammatical nightmare was her last hope. The final drop before the dam broke, and Akane was pinning her whole future on this technology shop. At least it had good ratings online... few they were. After this, she would most likely lose all patience.
At least the inside of the unusually named store was more professional. The air was crisp, the floors and glass counters were clean. Even Akane could see the pain-staking detail placed within the goods, alphabetized and then further placed in numerical order, all surfaces and floors completely and utterly spotless, the layout open and putting emphasis on the more deluxe and popular goods.
It reeked of a person who cared way too much. Akane found it strangely endearing, reminding her of her own pristine apartment. Whoever cleaned this place would get full marks on their barracks maintenance checks, that was for sure.
Then there was the-
Was that a Digimon?
Akane was honestly so startled by the sudden view of a reading... dog... thing that she paused for a split second, surprised brown eyes locked squarely on the apparent Digimon before continuing on her path to the counter.
A man was sitting there, engrossed in a book that was open on his lap. Spiky red hair, small glasses, and probably the most impressive side-burns that Akane had ever seen in her entire life, the woman was fairly impressed by him in a visual aspect. Hopefully he could help her out.
"Excuse me." Her voice was as polite as she could physically make it, which isn't all that much but it was better than nothing, and her lips pressed in a neutral line. "I know that you are someone who deals with... Digimon, so I thought you could help me out." her eyes glanced back towards dog-man before going back to the worker.
She dug into her pocket for a brief moment before setting her own Digivice on the counter.
"I'd like to get rid of this. Can I return it or something?"
There was a whimper by her foot, and Akane had to resist the urge to punt the little fluff ball out of the store. Couldn't the thing get a clue already?! She didn't want it. She might never want it.
Akane just wanted things to go back to normal.