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Corona chatted on the phone quite calmly for someone walking through known gang territory, an odd sight for anyone not familiar with her presence. While her group of friends was far from an actual gang and her power in the area was practically nothing she was most definitely known around the backstreets. Now, one might assume that means she was a threat, but it’s not quite like that. She is primarily known in the backstreets as ‘that one kid who hangs out with those other kids from around town.’ She is mostly able to walk around the area with such freedom because of her reputation for being on good terms with most everyone to the point where nobody really wants to start anything with her or her friends because there wouldn’t be any benefit for doing so, and it’d probably start a big scene which would just be trouble for everyone.
Moving through the town she stopped to wave at the few people hanging out in the backstreets, usually just thugs of some sort, all of which returned her wave with an almost uncharacteristic smile as she passed by, even though she knew that most of them were gang members in some way or another.
This would be one of the many firsts of her life; ranging from dealing with spiders controlled by strange fungus to interacting with humans in a normal social behavior. The strange holosuited 'man' could be found wandering the Udagawa back streets; he wasn't really doing much past scanning the buildings and checking doors.
Though that in itself was creating some problems, the man was too well dressed. To quick and too effective; he was able to dissuade many an individual from trying things with him by either application of a small amount of force or by veiled threats.
K was for the most part trying to find digimon in this portion of town, as there had been a few 'blips' here from what she had been told. Whether or not from a solo digimon stuck here or from some backwater fights between tamers.. They had to check; so why not send the digimon to go hunt for digimon? She knew how to deal with small bouts well enough after all and anything requiring her to address it in a larger matter she at least had the communication equipment to call in.
She paused next to a derelict building, scanning over it and frowning. Not realizing who was really around to judge her or to really deal with her for the moment. She got a sense of something in there. But the problem with this would be the humans that were standing around the building in general. She wouldn't be able to do much...
"Sovereign help me, this is going to be rough to explain..."
Corona had finally made it to her usual meeting place a little bit later than she had planned. As she walked up to the old building she tried to listen out for the sounds of her friends fighting and she was able to make out the tell-tale sounds of the old metal sheet they use as a drum coming from deeper into the concrete tomb of what was once a place of business.
Climbing up the side of it with a well-hidden set of footholds she pulled herself over the lip and onto the second floor of the crumbling place. Walking alongside the perimeter, not exactly in any sort of rush for the moment, she found herself looking out an old broken window to see a man who was dressed perhaps a bit too well for this side of town. Leaning out of the window she waved at the strange man. “Hey there, come to join in tonight?” She asked away, not bothering to explain the question, knowing that the man would either know what she’s talking about or he was new to this part of town. After all, this place was her group’s ring and everyone around here knew about it in some fashion.
The digimon was greeted with her fair share of glares from the ones around here. It was obvious she didn't belong in any fashion; she oozed 'upper class' and 'cop' something fierce even if she didn't look it. Perhaps it was with the air of certainty that she held herself? Or perhaps it was a more predatory reaction.
There was a coldness in the eyes as they swept from floor to floor. When she was adressed by someone out of the building the digimon paused to consider what the individual could mean. She'd slowly shake her head; the hair on her head reacting appropriately even for a holosuit.
"I'm afraid I don't understand. I'm here for a different matter entirely."
This didn't stop her from frowning a bit however; she still needed to check that building as she was getting some strange vibes from it. The 'man' crossed their arms and rubbed their chin in thought.
"I do need to look through that building; but I feel like that's unlikely without a little problem..."
The digimon hadn't a clue about this social circle or the ones that were inside. She had so little in the way of ideas of how human interaction here went that she might as well be a foreigner in every aspect of the word.
“Oh, just the fight club, I think we have a few new members tonight anyway so a new face shouldn’t stand out too much.” She explained, strangely to the point and matter of fact about the fact that there was a (Semi) underground fight club going on just inside of the building.
“I haven’t seen the participants tonight yet, but judging from who rsvp’d we should be getting a good turn out.” She continued to muse as she ducked back into the building, climbing though the web of rubble with a practiced ease for a few moments as she made her way to the door which was locked on the inside. Removing the chain keeping it locked she shoved it open to let the strange man in. “Come on in.” She waved, holding the door open with her shoulder. “The party’s gonna start soon, if it hasn’t already.”
Waiting for the guest to come through, she did offer some advice: “Just don’t start any trouble. If you don’t want to join in that’s fine but we’re all here for a bit of fun and we know how to get everyone fixed up when they get hurt so don’t stomp on the parade.”
A fight club? The shutmon found herself frowning just a little bit as the other explained. They were quick and straight to the point to someone who looked so out of place; but perhaps that's just how humans in this area were like. She wasn't really sure but she still needed to get in there. And if agreeing to whatever this was would get her in there to check the building over... Well.
The shutmon rubbed her chin thoughtfully as the human continued on about participants and something about individuals whom had "rsvp'd". What sort of people would rsvp for something like this? She didn't really want to know but it certainly did illicit a sigh from the holosuited figure.
When the other appeared downstairs and opened the door the shutmon hesitated for a few long moments. Was it really a wise idea for her to go into the building in this fashion? As she could always come back later but there was a huge chance she wouldn't be able to get in without damaging the building... or having to deal with less pleasurable individuals.
"I don't see why not."
She'd step in past the other; her frown vanishing quickly as she took a moment to asses the location's immediate entrance. It wasn't exactly what she was expecting but honestly... She was perhaps hoping for something a little more.. Cleanly?
"I won't start any trouble unless someone deigns to do so first."
She'd turn to look at the other; her eyes flashing dangerously for a brief moment before taking a somewhat more pleasant light.
"Curiosity befits me, I'll watch for a time before pardoning myself. I don't think anyone here would want to..... have fun with someone of my variety."
Corona had to stifle a laugh as she hears you assume that nobody would like to fight you, her body moving out of the way of the door to let it close with a dull thud and a low ring of metal. “Why do you think that? I bet tons of people would like to give you a go.” She states, somewhat amused by the fact that you wouldn’t think so.
The interior of the entrance was bare, where it still existed that is. Whatever this building was before it had suffered over the passage of time, crumbling away. Parts of the ceiling above and floor below have since crumbled away, leaving a mess of rubble around a relatively tiny clear space the only ‘entrance’ one could speak of. Across from the door, however, was a section of the rubble reinforced with scrap metal into a functioning set of stairs which led down into the basement.
After chaining the door back up and locking it once again with the key being placed back on a surprisingly convenient key hook she slides down the railing of the stairs, reaching the bottom quickly but waiting for you to join her so that she could show you through the mess that was this building.
“Stay close to me for now, it’s easier to get lost in here than you’d think.” She warned as you walked down the stairs, the sounds of fighting growing ever more noticeable the deeper you go.
The shutmon would shrug and stare at the human; frowning after she had to think about it for a few moments. Well if the real reason was on the table it was just the sheer difference of strength.. but honestly? She had to think of an actual reason that wasn't breaking that precarious wall that was important to keep for regular humans.
"A difference in upbringing I presume; I wouldn't be a good fit anyways."
K glanced around as the other locked the door behind them; it wasn't too much of a surprise to her considering what was going on behind these doors. She'd pad after the human, looking around with a frown slowly crossing her face as they continued.
The sound of fighting deeper in was of course not surprising. As the mere mention or idea of the name 'fight club' was an implication of what happened deeper in. She'd stick close to the human; a brow quirking at the suggestion that it was easy to get lost in here. She didn't doubt that but if worse came to worse.. Well.
"Speaking from experience, or is it just normal for people to get lost?"
The digimon had ways of getting out of here after all; but it'd likely make a hellish mess of things and she didn't really want that. After all she doubted they'd want to deal with the impending shower of rubble....
“Both, really.” She explained. “This place used to be a parking structure so allot of it looks the same, especially without lights, so most people have gotten lost at some point. The key is to walk in one direction till you find a wall then to perpendicular to it till you find the center. You should be able to make it out after that.” She left off, not exactly telling you what that meant but as she leads you deeper into the complex it starts to dawn on you.
Your first sight of the club is of a small crowd of people visible in the light, though where it’s coming from you don’t know. They seem vary in age, from young adults to teens but all of them are looking in the same direction, cheering at whatever they’re watching.
It’s not until you get up to the crowd that you see where the light has come from: the entire parking structure has a giant hole in it reaching all the way up into the sky. At the brim of the hole there are lamps shining down into it illuminating the whole arena. As she pushes her way towards the front of the crowd she splits it for you, showing off the size of the club as on every level there is a new crowd, all watching from above as on the deepest level there was a pit, covered over in level concrete as opposed to the rough debris of the rest of the building.
“This place was closed down when a sinkhole made this giant hole in it. Nobody wanted to repair it so it closed down, but a little bit of concrete from a local home improvement store and a few helping hands to get it all set and it makes for a badass arena.” The elaborates, grabbing one of the various ropes which hang from the different levels, planks of wood stuck through them making for good enough ladders as she climbs up to a higher vantage point. “The view from the top is awesome, come on, I’ll show you.” She offers her hand, even though she knew you didn’t need her help.
The shutmon tilted their head and continued following the human in front of her; so this place was a parking structure at some point and because of it's nature it would of been easy to hide in here. Which would explain the sinking feeling of why she felt like something was in here. Or rather what her senses told her that something WAS in here... Somewhere.
The shutmon wasn't really concerned about getting lost in here, if she could find a 'wall' she could just shunt down to her renamon form and teleport to the other side of the wall before re-engaging her holosuit. but she figured that she'd have an easy time of finding her way out as it seemed very straight forward.
She wasn't necessarily impressed by the sheer amount of people that were here, but the fact that people could get into something like this wasn't much of a surprise. As humans seemed to gather together for various reasons; this made little impact on her view of them as a whole.
As violence was an integral part of digital life, so did it seem to be with humans themselves. She took note how people parted for her and the human she was following for the most part. It simply made her furrow her brow in abject wonder who she ended up interacting with.
The human continued to explain to her about this area, how it a sinkhole made what arena they were currently using. How no one wanted to repair it; which made sense. It'd be difficult to repair something like this without damaging the outlying structure...
"Makes sense. Repairing things such as this takes time and money; as well as bringing in equipment that may not fit in here. But yes I would say you're correct on that venue... It certainly works and is impressive in it's own right."
The shutmon furrowed her brow and gently declined the hand, she doubted the human would be able to help pull her up as the shutmon weighed quite a bit and would likely be unable to really be assisted in the climb. Though the digimon would climb up after the human, with a appearance of ease that made it seem effortless to anyone paying attention.
“Hell yeah it is.” She cheered, pulling her hand back and letting you pull yourself up. Her climbing was fluid and natural, the result not of training but of familiarity, a unique flow to her movements as she swiftly moves up to the top floor, only to be greeted by a few cheers from a makeshift table set up around a column which had fallen over. Looking back over your shoulder you can see the fighters clearly, the surprisingly clean concrete reflecting the spotlight back up to create a stark silhouette of the fighters as one of them lands a good hit on the other, sending them back and tumbling to the ground.
“Hey, look who finally arrived!” One of the boys at the table called out, pulling his arm away from another who was bandaging it up. “You missed me elbow drop this one guy.” He chuckled, mimicking the motion somewhat while staying seated at the concrete table.
“Judging from how banged up your arm is that might not have been the best idea.” She teased her friend, sliding onto the simple bench used as a seat for the table, giving her friend a joking jab to the side and causing him to recoil slightly.
“So, who’s on the roster today?” She inquires, her tone a bit more serious as she leans in to her friends as they start listing off the names of people who have arrived.
The young woman seemed excited in the fact that the 'man' had said that the view was impressive. At the very least she had to admit that it was nice what they had here but she had seen better sights. Better places; but when you were in a place such as this you were reminded of the people, not the location. It was a good view because of the people.
It was for these people.
It was theirs.
That's what made it special and that's what made the people come here. She'd follow after the young woman, gazing idly at just about everything. The icy disposition and detatchment quite evident in the way she addressed things.
Cold. Calculating and straight to the point.
Of course when the young woman was addressed by a male human in such a way that made the youth interact in a positive fashion the shutmon rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
There was playful banter between the two; it was obvious they were friends and such. And even in the jovile sense of things there was an underlaying line of respect between the both of them. More one way than the other. Of course when the other asked about the roster, the human male listed off quite a list.
The shutmon stood there, taking in the names and looking around. Some of the people around would react to hearing their names said subconsciously. Twitches of the shoulder, hands and gentle head swivels would be common. Some of them would notice the 'man' staring at them as they reacted, if they reacted.
"A roster of individuals desiring to do the same of which the two downstairs are partaking in? If that's what you're presuming I came here for earlier you'd be mistaken...
She'd rub her chin and there was a small but somewhat wolfish grin spreading on her face.
"But you'd be wrong if I said I wasn't interested in attempting to partake after seeing all of this"