MPC 53B: Crackdown In Shibuya (A False Identity)
Aug 7, 2018 4:17:04 GMT
Post by Alice Alexandria on Aug 7, 2018 4:17:04 GMT
MPC NAME: Crackdown In Shibuya (A False Identity)
MPC NUMBER: 53 B
REWARD: Bits
NOTE: This one was a bit of a struggle to write during the end, and I feel that it shows. Aside from that, I had a blast, though, and hope you enjoy it. I've always had this idea of Dorothy struggling with pretending to be human, and this was a bit of an exercise in that, as well as a few other things.
Alice closes her notebook for what she hopes won't be the last time. The rumors she was hearing were nothing short of horrific.
The government, no, an organization perhaps funded by them, was rooting out and slaughtering the creatures that were now an integral part of Alice's life. And Dorothy is undoubtedly part of their hit list.
The green haired woman sets up some final preparations, hoping for the best yet constantly fearing what she believes to be an inevitable worst. The one way she thinks will throw off the trail completely, the most ridiculous plan of all, is the one she's going with. "Dorothy, I need you to remove your clothes." She briefly snickers at how wrong that sounds. "And get into some of my own." The stare she's giving to the only other person who lives with her is as serious as possible, despite the relaxed, almost lazy look of the other individual, dressed in red and laying on the couch as if it's a bed.
"...Wait, what!?" Her partner, a humanoid Digimon dressed in ridiculous looking red garments, all of them very fitting of a witch, glances up with a baffled expression. "Whadda ya want now? Can't ya see I'm trying to relax?!" She slowly sits up, then stands up, a spark of anger overcoming her briefly until she realizes just how serious this is. "...Wait. You're tellin' me that the dorks are comin' over now!?" She immediately looks through the closet, snapping her fingers several times and switching into ill-fitting human clothes, leaving all the belts, buckles, decorations and red leathery material in a pile with her hat on top. Of course, many unnatural features are still obvious on her, the pair of oversized, clawed hands an obvious sign that she's far from human alongside razor sharp teeth and pointed ears. "Ya could have given me better warning, ya know..."
"I couldn't. I only heard they were coming to investigate just tonight. Dorothy, you did remember all those things I've been trying to teach you, right?" Alice takes a deep breath, and immediately hugs Dorothy with slightly tearful eyes, her hold on the humanoid Digimon tight and slightly uncomfortable. "This is why I was trying to teach you these things you thought were pointless. Do you remember? Do you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do. Just... Wish I didn't." Dressed in civilian clothes and without her hat or anything of that sort, the witch Digimon feels uncomfortable. As interested in humanity as she is, mostly for selfish reasons, this feels wrong to her. Pretending to be something she's not, even for her own good, feels wrong. "They'll still notice me from miles away, y'know that, right?" That, and the fact she looks like a total dork in jeans and a long sleeved shirt only make it seem worse.
"...That's why we have this." Alice finally lets go of her own Digimon, and presents to her a slight large object that clips onto her ear. "...This is a custom holosuit I decided to only give to you if things get this bad. It'll make you look much more human."
Dorothy rolls her eyes, almost angry. "So I can't blend into crowds 'n go wandering off, I presume..."
The green haired Tamer nods, pressing a small button on it and then clipping it onto one of the witch's pointed ears. "Yes, but it's time we used it. You'll see what it does... It's rather unintrusive compared to other models." She watches the device do its' work, projecting a bit of subtle, more normal imagery, mostly around Dorothy's arms and hands, a faint outline of the true shape of her body flickering briefly.
"Just 'cause it looks different don't mean it'll fool 'em." Dorothy moves around her much more human looking hand, the illusion only going so far and far from perfect, but from what Dorothy can judge from Alice's expression, it just might work.
The last thing Alice does before the inevitable knock on the door comes is shove Dorothy's broom into the closet and close it shut, the green haired woman panicking slightly as she heads to the door. "Coming!" She states in a faux cheerful tone before telling her Digimon partner one last thing. "As long as you act relatively natural and listen to what I told you, things won't get bad." Alice soon steps over to the door, her nervousness apparent as she opens it up to let a pair of very professional government agents in.
"...Where is the unauthorized Digital Life-Form?" The mere fact that the pair of men are armed makes the green haired woman's skin crawl and the disguised Digimon even more uneasy, each one in possession of a pistol with a strange device attached to it. Something to make it more lethal to Digimon, Alice assumes to herself. "We have reports of a witch flying around."
Alice tries to shrug it off for now, the emerald haired of the two girls trying to play it cool, running her hands through her hair with some degree of anxiety. "You're mistaken. I just live here with my friend Dorothy."
"...Really?" Neither of them seem impressed, with one of them almost reaching for their weapon right off the bat, but quickly stopped by the other one, the first agent being a fair bit more optimistic than the second. "Search the premises for any hints of Digital incursion, I'll question these two." One can feel the tension in the air as the search begins, the second agent looking through every single nook and cranny of the apartment while the first stands by the table. "I'm going to ask you two some questions, and you will reply truthfully. Is that clear?"
"Yes." The green haired woman sits down at the table, pulling up one of her own chairs, able to feel just how dire the situation truly is. If she wasn't so well prepared, this might have already ended in gunfire and Dorothy being taken away, or worse, dead.
"Yeah, yeah..." Though it isn't something anyone takes too much notice in, Dorothy's teeth are still razor sharp, a single Digimon feature visible on her despite the illusion of her being a human girl about the same age as Alice. "Ask away, ya dork."
The green haired woman states something to Dorothy under her breath before the first question comes. "...Show some respect."
"Have you ever seen anyone carrying around strange electronic devices?" The man adjusts his glasses, his face a perpetual slight frown. "On another note, there's been an unusual increase of small fires in the area."
While Alice nervously remains silent for reasons completely separate from Digimon, Dorothy speaks up, laughing a bit to herself. "I dunno anythin' 'bout the fires, but people walk 'round with weird gadgets all the time. Phones, handheld games, all that kinda stuff. So if I said yes I might not even be reliable."
"...Right." One can almost feel the rolling of the first agent's eyes, the second one having opened the closet, and by some miracle, not finding Dorothy's clothes... But he does find the broom, holding it out.
"Why do you have an old-fashioned broom with a seat, miss Alice Alexandria?" The second agent is almost about to accuse them of something, until...
Immediately, Alice has to come up with an excuse, and the one she ends up saying is enough to cause him to just throw it right back into the closet without regard for anyone's safety, the broom having been labeled as something nobody wants to touch, yet alone see. "...You sure you want to know? Well, you press a button under the seat, and it... Vibrates." The look on Dorothy's face borders on murderous intent until Alice tries to change the subject yet again, perhaps for the benefit of everyone. "Is there anything else you two want or need? Perhaps a drink?"
"Certainly." The slightly less hostile of the two agents states with an almost bored expression for a brief moment. "These creatures are capable of destroying entire cities, so it is important that you be as truthful as possible. You have connections to an incident, about a month ago, where you came out of an alleyway which we soon discovered to be the site of a Digital Lifeform Encounter. Care to explain yourself?"
The green haired woman takes a moment to think about it as she stands up, heading to the fridge and getting some soda and a glass, which she fills with water for the supposed government agent. "...I was going home from a long day of work and time at the arcade." She soon returns to the table, smiling at the disguised Digimon slightly.
"I was out doin' favors for Alice, like, uhh..." She can't think of anything that could pass as normal, the fake human looking around nervously as she grits her pointed teeth. "Bringin' back groceries. Yeah. That."
As if to further the lie, the green haired woman nods in approval, the hiss of her opened soda can causing the more jumpy agent to glare towards her. "Exactly that. Dorothy's busy all the time, so she rarely shows up here."
"I go out every night 'n just... Ya know, do whatever." Dorothy waves her hand a bit, and tries to open the can herself, finding it more difficult now that her hands were decieving in appearance, the sensations not lining up with what her body looks like. After many failed attempts, the can is sent rolling across the table, half opened, spraying bright purple liquid everywhere. "Oh, come on!"
With a puddle of purple liquid on the table, Alice stands up. "...I'll deal with it." To everyone else but Alice, Dorothy looks like she's overreacting, her hands on her head, trying to hold back tears, thinking terrible things to herself. She made a mistake, and now it's very much possible that everything about her could be revealed. Thankfully, this isn't the case, with the green haired woman throwing away the can and mopping it all up with a cloth. Just before the concealed witch is about to freak out, Alice continues her statement. "Sorry about that, Dorothy's a little clumsy at times. You should see her ride a bike, though~."
"...Thanks." Dorothy just shakes her head and shrugs. "Even if I fell off about five times." Her response is almost hostile until she realizes that the two agents seem to be getting less suspicious of her, rather than more. Coming up with something to continue Alice's lie and her own, she grumbles slightly. "It's dumb. Next you'll tell me to wear somethin' super dorky like a helmet."
The rest of the investigation is mostly uneventful, though undoubtedly tense, with many instances of Alice having to come up with plausible excuses for several things, and Dorothy having to improvise more often than not, a frustrating, stressful experience. When the government agents are finally out of the door, the utterly defeated witch rests her head on the table, and groans an unnatural, banshee like wail, Alice simply standing there silently, looking down. "Why do I even bother... Hey, Greeny, you all right?"
"...Stand up." When Dorothy does so, Alice immediately wraps her arms around her Digimon partner in a tight, tearful hug, almost shaking. She looks into Dorothy's eyes with a grim, but hopeful expression before closing them, holding back most, but not all of the tears streaking down her face and lets out a sigh, feeling just as exhausted and empty as her friend and companion. "...I can't believe that worked... I'm so sorry you had to sit through all that. You're not a human, but... You passed as one really well... Guh, what am I saying?" Her normally more reserved demanor means nothing in this moment, overwhelmed by emotion.
As Alice vents her emotions, the blonde haired pretend human can only watch her Tamer's facade fall apart in front of her, an intelligent, normally relatively reasonable individual reduced to tears. "I thought it'd be over for us so many times... C'mon, chin up, ya big dork."
Removing the earpiece from Dorothy, Alice finally lets go of her, and takes a moment to just breathe, still tense after the events that unfolded not too long ago. "I didn't want to lose you. You, and the rest of the Digital World, mean so much to me now that... That I can't just let it go. I'm not sure how long we can lie like this, though. The secret will have to come out eventually."
"Ya know, maybe they won't bother us again." Dorothy's attempt to be optimistic brings a small, barely noticeable smile to Alice's face.
"I hope not, but they will. And we're going to have to do this again at some point, but for now..." The emerald haired woman takes the witch's flying broom out of the closet and hands it to her gently, holding it in both hands. "...You're free to be as you truly are."
The government, no, an organization perhaps funded by them, was rooting out and slaughtering the creatures that were now an integral part of Alice's life. And Dorothy is undoubtedly part of their hit list.
The green haired woman sets up some final preparations, hoping for the best yet constantly fearing what she believes to be an inevitable worst. The one way she thinks will throw off the trail completely, the most ridiculous plan of all, is the one she's going with. "Dorothy, I need you to remove your clothes." She briefly snickers at how wrong that sounds. "And get into some of my own." The stare she's giving to the only other person who lives with her is as serious as possible, despite the relaxed, almost lazy look of the other individual, dressed in red and laying on the couch as if it's a bed.
"...Wait, what!?" Her partner, a humanoid Digimon dressed in ridiculous looking red garments, all of them very fitting of a witch, glances up with a baffled expression. "Whadda ya want now? Can't ya see I'm trying to relax?!" She slowly sits up, then stands up, a spark of anger overcoming her briefly until she realizes just how serious this is. "...Wait. You're tellin' me that the dorks are comin' over now!?" She immediately looks through the closet, snapping her fingers several times and switching into ill-fitting human clothes, leaving all the belts, buckles, decorations and red leathery material in a pile with her hat on top. Of course, many unnatural features are still obvious on her, the pair of oversized, clawed hands an obvious sign that she's far from human alongside razor sharp teeth and pointed ears. "Ya could have given me better warning, ya know..."
"I couldn't. I only heard they were coming to investigate just tonight. Dorothy, you did remember all those things I've been trying to teach you, right?" Alice takes a deep breath, and immediately hugs Dorothy with slightly tearful eyes, her hold on the humanoid Digimon tight and slightly uncomfortable. "This is why I was trying to teach you these things you thought were pointless. Do you remember? Do you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do. Just... Wish I didn't." Dressed in civilian clothes and without her hat or anything of that sort, the witch Digimon feels uncomfortable. As interested in humanity as she is, mostly for selfish reasons, this feels wrong to her. Pretending to be something she's not, even for her own good, feels wrong. "They'll still notice me from miles away, y'know that, right?" That, and the fact she looks like a total dork in jeans and a long sleeved shirt only make it seem worse.
"...That's why we have this." Alice finally lets go of her own Digimon, and presents to her a slight large object that clips onto her ear. "...This is a custom holosuit I decided to only give to you if things get this bad. It'll make you look much more human."
Dorothy rolls her eyes, almost angry. "So I can't blend into crowds 'n go wandering off, I presume..."
The green haired Tamer nods, pressing a small button on it and then clipping it onto one of the witch's pointed ears. "Yes, but it's time we used it. You'll see what it does... It's rather unintrusive compared to other models." She watches the device do its' work, projecting a bit of subtle, more normal imagery, mostly around Dorothy's arms and hands, a faint outline of the true shape of her body flickering briefly.
"Just 'cause it looks different don't mean it'll fool 'em." Dorothy moves around her much more human looking hand, the illusion only going so far and far from perfect, but from what Dorothy can judge from Alice's expression, it just might work.
The last thing Alice does before the inevitable knock on the door comes is shove Dorothy's broom into the closet and close it shut, the green haired woman panicking slightly as she heads to the door. "Coming!" She states in a faux cheerful tone before telling her Digimon partner one last thing. "As long as you act relatively natural and listen to what I told you, things won't get bad." Alice soon steps over to the door, her nervousness apparent as she opens it up to let a pair of very professional government agents in.
"...Where is the unauthorized Digital Life-Form?" The mere fact that the pair of men are armed makes the green haired woman's skin crawl and the disguised Digimon even more uneasy, each one in possession of a pistol with a strange device attached to it. Something to make it more lethal to Digimon, Alice assumes to herself. "We have reports of a witch flying around."
Alice tries to shrug it off for now, the emerald haired of the two girls trying to play it cool, running her hands through her hair with some degree of anxiety. "You're mistaken. I just live here with my friend Dorothy."
"...Really?" Neither of them seem impressed, with one of them almost reaching for their weapon right off the bat, but quickly stopped by the other one, the first agent being a fair bit more optimistic than the second. "Search the premises for any hints of Digital incursion, I'll question these two." One can feel the tension in the air as the search begins, the second agent looking through every single nook and cranny of the apartment while the first stands by the table. "I'm going to ask you two some questions, and you will reply truthfully. Is that clear?"
"Yes." The green haired woman sits down at the table, pulling up one of her own chairs, able to feel just how dire the situation truly is. If she wasn't so well prepared, this might have already ended in gunfire and Dorothy being taken away, or worse, dead.
"Yeah, yeah..." Though it isn't something anyone takes too much notice in, Dorothy's teeth are still razor sharp, a single Digimon feature visible on her despite the illusion of her being a human girl about the same age as Alice. "Ask away, ya dork."
The green haired woman states something to Dorothy under her breath before the first question comes. "...Show some respect."
"Have you ever seen anyone carrying around strange electronic devices?" The man adjusts his glasses, his face a perpetual slight frown. "On another note, there's been an unusual increase of small fires in the area."
While Alice nervously remains silent for reasons completely separate from Digimon, Dorothy speaks up, laughing a bit to herself. "I dunno anythin' 'bout the fires, but people walk 'round with weird gadgets all the time. Phones, handheld games, all that kinda stuff. So if I said yes I might not even be reliable."
"...Right." One can almost feel the rolling of the first agent's eyes, the second one having opened the closet, and by some miracle, not finding Dorothy's clothes... But he does find the broom, holding it out.
"Why do you have an old-fashioned broom with a seat, miss Alice Alexandria?" The second agent is almost about to accuse them of something, until...
Immediately, Alice has to come up with an excuse, and the one she ends up saying is enough to cause him to just throw it right back into the closet without regard for anyone's safety, the broom having been labeled as something nobody wants to touch, yet alone see. "...You sure you want to know? Well, you press a button under the seat, and it... Vibrates." The look on Dorothy's face borders on murderous intent until Alice tries to change the subject yet again, perhaps for the benefit of everyone. "Is there anything else you two want or need? Perhaps a drink?"
"Certainly." The slightly less hostile of the two agents states with an almost bored expression for a brief moment. "These creatures are capable of destroying entire cities, so it is important that you be as truthful as possible. You have connections to an incident, about a month ago, where you came out of an alleyway which we soon discovered to be the site of a Digital Lifeform Encounter. Care to explain yourself?"
The green haired woman takes a moment to think about it as she stands up, heading to the fridge and getting some soda and a glass, which she fills with water for the supposed government agent. "...I was going home from a long day of work and time at the arcade." She soon returns to the table, smiling at the disguised Digimon slightly.
"I was out doin' favors for Alice, like, uhh..." She can't think of anything that could pass as normal, the fake human looking around nervously as she grits her pointed teeth. "Bringin' back groceries. Yeah. That."
As if to further the lie, the green haired woman nods in approval, the hiss of her opened soda can causing the more jumpy agent to glare towards her. "Exactly that. Dorothy's busy all the time, so she rarely shows up here."
"I go out every night 'n just... Ya know, do whatever." Dorothy waves her hand a bit, and tries to open the can herself, finding it more difficult now that her hands were decieving in appearance, the sensations not lining up with what her body looks like. After many failed attempts, the can is sent rolling across the table, half opened, spraying bright purple liquid everywhere. "Oh, come on!"
With a puddle of purple liquid on the table, Alice stands up. "...I'll deal with it." To everyone else but Alice, Dorothy looks like she's overreacting, her hands on her head, trying to hold back tears, thinking terrible things to herself. She made a mistake, and now it's very much possible that everything about her could be revealed. Thankfully, this isn't the case, with the green haired woman throwing away the can and mopping it all up with a cloth. Just before the concealed witch is about to freak out, Alice continues her statement. "Sorry about that, Dorothy's a little clumsy at times. You should see her ride a bike, though~."
"...Thanks." Dorothy just shakes her head and shrugs. "Even if I fell off about five times." Her response is almost hostile until she realizes that the two agents seem to be getting less suspicious of her, rather than more. Coming up with something to continue Alice's lie and her own, she grumbles slightly. "It's dumb. Next you'll tell me to wear somethin' super dorky like a helmet."
The rest of the investigation is mostly uneventful, though undoubtedly tense, with many instances of Alice having to come up with plausible excuses for several things, and Dorothy having to improvise more often than not, a frustrating, stressful experience. When the government agents are finally out of the door, the utterly defeated witch rests her head on the table, and groans an unnatural, banshee like wail, Alice simply standing there silently, looking down. "Why do I even bother... Hey, Greeny, you all right?"
"...Stand up." When Dorothy does so, Alice immediately wraps her arms around her Digimon partner in a tight, tearful hug, almost shaking. She looks into Dorothy's eyes with a grim, but hopeful expression before closing them, holding back most, but not all of the tears streaking down her face and lets out a sigh, feeling just as exhausted and empty as her friend and companion. "...I can't believe that worked... I'm so sorry you had to sit through all that. You're not a human, but... You passed as one really well... Guh, what am I saying?" Her normally more reserved demanor means nothing in this moment, overwhelmed by emotion.
As Alice vents her emotions, the blonde haired pretend human can only watch her Tamer's facade fall apart in front of her, an intelligent, normally relatively reasonable individual reduced to tears. "I thought it'd be over for us so many times... C'mon, chin up, ya big dork."
Removing the earpiece from Dorothy, Alice finally lets go of her, and takes a moment to just breathe, still tense after the events that unfolded not too long ago. "I didn't want to lose you. You, and the rest of the Digital World, mean so much to me now that... That I can't just let it go. I'm not sure how long we can lie like this, though. The secret will have to come out eventually."
"Ya know, maybe they won't bother us again." Dorothy's attempt to be optimistic brings a small, barely noticeable smile to Alice's face.
"I hope not, but they will. And we're going to have to do this again at some point, but for now..." The emerald haired woman takes the witch's flying broom out of the closet and hands it to her gently, holding it in both hands. "...You're free to be as you truly are."
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