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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Jun 20, 2018 21:57:02 GMT
"Are ya a goth or sumthin?"
Iona pointed at her face. Sure, she wasn't wearing any clown or corpse paint, but her makeup was dark and her use of liquid eyeliner creative to say the least. Her dress, too was black and she paired it with a set of lacy black gloves and a pair of black Doc Martens boots.
Her face read a surly "What do you think?"
A bit more softly, however, was her actual tone when she spoke:
"I like graveyards," she said, "They're quiet."
She turned to the black Agumon.
"I'm not going to hurt your master," she said, "If anything, I was going to compliment her on her fashion sense. I'm sorry if I made you worry. But really, look me over and tell me I'm a threat to anyone. Believe me, I'm more afraid of you than you are of me."
She addressed the two tamers and their digimon. She held out her hand.
"My name's Iona Mason," she said, "Pleased to meet you."
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Post by aeron on Jul 1, 2018 7:54:14 GMT
Aeron decided that this was fine, so she had her first friend, it felt weird, to say the least, but she didn't comment. Instead, she watched as the other introduced herself, the young lady after a moment accepted the handshake. "my names Aeron Dragonheart" she said as she let go of the other girl's hand "and this is bones" she said as she placed a hand on the Black Agumons head.
Bones stopped growling when his master placed her hand on his head, he knew what this meant, this other human was no threat so the Digimon instead went back to chewing the chicken leg. He was crushing the bone and eating it, though he made sure to be careful this time, Aeron had really given him an earful the last time he nearly choked on his food.
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Post by Otohime on Jul 3, 2018 10:46:29 GMT
Otohime sneered at Iona, but heeded the call for peace, and put her bat away. Then she shook Iona's hand. "Name's Ryuko. An' the lil guy over there is Jiro, the best lil' buddy anyone could ever have." The orange Dracomon waved nervously at her. Otohime looked Iona over, especially after the "I like graveyards" remark. "Ah, a goth, knew it." She used the word in a very matter-of-fact manner, without a hint of malice. By now, she had wandered back to Aeron's side, leaning against a nearby tree, pulling out a lollipop and lowering her mask to eat it. The stem fit snugly into the tooth gap in her lower jaw.
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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Jul 12, 2018 0:20:44 GMT
Iona sighed inwardly, trying not to look too relieved. She didn't want any more trouble. She also refrained from asking about the girl's face mask for that reason. She couldn't handle anymore hostility this week.
She felt awkward.
"You know, Otohime," she said, "That gettup would probably play really well at the local Goth scene. Black it up a bit, add a little silver. You'd turn heads...if you can get into a club, that is."
The fact that the local club here was not only highly suspicious of her fake ID, but also pretty snobby and exclusive still burned Iona bit. No one was like that back home, and if they were they didn't last long. It was different, here, though...
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Post by aeron on Aug 4, 2018 0:11:02 GMT
Aeron raised a brow at that, a club? the next part really caught her interest, this club was hard to get into. Now that sounded fun to do, a new challenge was always fun to her, however, she needed to do research on the place before she tried anything. The young girl made sure to take note of this "what the clubs name?" she asked as she looked up at Iona, this was going to be an interesting weekend.
Aeron needed something to keep herself on her toes in between school work, honestly how where these so-called teachers allowed to graduate, their teachings and tests were way to easy, plus she missed her old life of living off the streets, at least that was exciting in a terrifying way.
Bones finished eating his snack and stood up stretching, now he felt really sleepy.
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Post by Otohime on Aug 4, 2018 10:13:31 GMT
Otohime rolled the lollipop in her mouth, then looked at Iona. "Eh? A club? What club? Never heard of any club." And her not getting in? "Hey, if they dun want me they can go and fuck themselves for all I care. Decidin' willy nilly who can be in yer club and who can't is arrogant as shit and I wanna kick these people in the nards already." She was already working herself up, but Jiro rushed to her side and put a hand on her shoulder to calm her. "W-w-w-what kind of club is it, Miss Iona? I-i-i-is is a club for rich people?"
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Post by aeron on Apr 2, 2019 6:30:27 GMT
"If we can't get in this one Ryuko I know a club nearby that WILL let us in if the owner knows what's good for him," Aeron said as she glanced at the baseball bat-wielding girl. The Club she was talking about was owned by a very questionable 21-year-old. The guy owed her big time for practically saving his butt more than once in the streets.
The idiot had a big mouth and that usually got him into a lot of trouble.
Bones perked up at that declaration and he beamed, that club knew how to cook a mean stake in his opinion.
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