First (?) Impressions [Sasha]

When Sasha fell on the other side of the portal landing face first on the ground, the first thing she noticed was how dusty and dirty the floor was. Next was the cold, chilly wind blowing just above her. It was immediatelly clear to her she was no longer inside her bathroom, or any building for that matter. Which she would have almost considered strange were it not for the fact she had gone through a glowing portal in her bathroom not five seconds ago.

Slowly she got up, looking at her surroundings for a moment. She wasn't prepared for what she saw. A barren wasteland spread across every direction into the distance, the sun obscured by dense black clouds. The only other living things in the vecinity were creatures that looked not unlike furry draconic creatures mishmashed with metallic parts, like some sort of twisted cyberpunk nightmare. Not too far on the distance a leather clad demonic looking humanoid fought against a tall hulking...thing that escaped any conceibeable logic description Sasha could have given it.

Some would have probably fainted in the face of such a shocking change in scenery, others might have had the strenght to run away in a panic. Not Sasha, though that didn't meant this was a lot for her to take in in such a short amount of time. When confronted with such a bizarre, unexplainable situation just...froze. Still, unmoving, completely overwhelmed by her every sense that she felt her own legs turn to jelly, the russian blonde falling to her knees once again.

By the time she saw Amelie reverting back into her human form, she was too flabbergasted to even care at this point, rubbing her temples as she could feel a migraine approaching. Her shock was so great it took her a full minute to even hear Amelie talking to her. She gazed up to meet the french girl's face, eyes wide open yet...looking suddenly so tired. She couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle at Amelie's comment. Forgetting? All of this? It almost sounded like a joke in poor taste.

One couldn't simply forget any of this.

"I don't think I could, even if I wanted to..." Her tone was a far cry of the sardonic, carefree russian girl from a couple minutes ago.

Part of her mind was convinced she had died on her sleep, and was now trapped in some sort of purgatory. Her surroundings certainly seemed hellish enough, so it wasn't all that far fetched of a theory.

"Amelie...who are you? What even are you? And where are we?" These and many more questions sprung up in the blonde's head, but figured those three were the more obvious and pressing of them all.

The girl blinked a couple times as she looked at Amelie, somewhat taking aback by her offer. Were her memory wiping techniques that good? While the offer was moderately tempting, there was one little tidbit the french girl added that made Sasha shudder to herself a bit. "...did you have to be that specific?" What did she meant by slimier? Was it on the metaphorical way or...the literal way? Did it somehow involved that weird creature that Amelie had been a while ago?

Regardless, she listened intently whilst nodding to the brunette responding to her previous question: telling her who she was, what she did for a living, how she was single (much to Sasha's surprise as she imagined someone as cute as her would probably have at least a boyfriend) and so forth and so on. Most importantly how she was very much not a "thing". Right, even Sasha had to admit instantly assuming Amelie wasn't human was possibly a bit too wild of a possibility...but then again, seeing her current situation, could one really blame her?

"I see...have you ever read those old horror stories about people learning more about the universe than they can handle so they just...snap?" She suddenly would ask, her tone somewhat weary as she said so. Knowing full well this was a rather...odd way of beggining a sentence she continued with her thought, "Well I'm not quite there yet, but this is all a bit much to take in, you know." Digital world, sci fi, building a city...Sasha's head was practically spinning with the amount of information she was receiving, but the worst part is it was all almost starting to make sense.

Had she already snapped? Even if she had, she was still just sane enough to understand Amelie's proposition of trying to explain things to her better. While appreciated, Sasha was at a sheer loss, unsure what to start with.

"Well I guess my most pressing question right now is if there's a way for me to go back home."
She asked, considering that the more important question to get out of the way now. Though something else wouldn't leave her memory as much as she tried.

"And uh, no offense but...what was that thing you were just a minute ago?" She asked a bit hesitantly, hoping she wasn't stepping on any toes, and more importantly, that whatever that thing was wouldn't take its anger out on her for daring to ask such a thing. "That's...not your real form, is it?"

"Thanks for the reassuring honesty? I still rather no sliminess, if at all possible, not too big into that." She insisted, shuddering just a bit at the reminder of the sliminess. Just what would that entail? Ah well, for once ignorance was a bliss, as they said. "Well, either I'm getting used to it, or a part of my brain still wants to believe this is just a weird reflux induced dream."

"You saying it like it's an every day occurrence." She snickered, somewhat relaxed now thanks to Amelie's rather nonchalant attitude toward their whole situation. Either she was used to it by now...or she had snapped a long time ago. Maybe both, even, but she wasn't one to judge: if Amelie wanted to sacrifice her to some sort of demonic god, she would have probably done so last night.

At the very least, she took the theory of being an eldritch being in disguise as a human girl in stride. Thankfully.

"Hey, can you really blame me for it? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen to me today." She forced a smile, a pained expression coming over her as a piercing pain throbbed inside her.

"...guh, my head..." she complained, rubbing her temples slowly. Now she felt like the one about to have a hangover. Stupid poetic irony. "Look, I know I'm being a nosy dumbass...but, why are you building a city? Or at least, why here? And for who?" She asked, almost regretting doing so immediatelly after however. Was she asking too much? Clearly Amelie wasn't in the best of moods but...she just had to know more. She didn't know why, but morbid sense of curiosity seemed to want to push ahead, keep digging and digging. See how much information she could handle without snapping.

That said, the idea of returning home seemed like the best course of action. She suddenly felt awfully tired, and she wouldn't mind passing out right there and there and sleep a day or two. "I think its for the best yeah. Do the...the thingy you did in my bathroom." Her cheeks went rosy for a moment, as she loudly coughed and stammered, realizing how she was sounding. "G-god that came out badly, you know what I mean. Are you...coming back with me or-"

Her trail of thought suddenly stopped however, as in an unconsious movement she put her hands in her pocket, except...her right hand came in contact with something cold and plastic. With a confused noise, she reached out further into the compartment, grabbing a hold of the square object. She brought it close to her face, inspecting it closely. A black pedometer like gadget was between her hands, its golden grip and buttons contrasting brightly with the dark plastic. The screen was mostly blank, saved for a small, glowing arrow pointing to the northen most edge of said screen.

"Say, is this yours? I don't think I've ever seen this thing in my life."

"Nah thanks, I rather hold on to that slowly dissipating hope just for a bit longer, even if I know you'd love to pinch these cheeks." She teased, rolling her eyes a bit at the thought. Was Amelie thinking such a thing? Probably not, but it was more than obvious to her that you could never tell such things just by appearances.

The russian blonde huffed, as it was clear the french brunette seemed to be blaming Sasha for having followed her, as if curiosity was such an easy thing to repress.

"Look, you could have easily gotten out of my appartment and then open that portalthingamagic and I would have been none the wiser...eh just forget it." She said, throwing her arms up in defeat. She could either start bickering now, or she could get some actual answers to her questions and a way out. Those were fairly more pressing matters right now. Like making sense of her ensuing explanation!

Matongé? While she understood the gist of her simile, she found it a rather...oddly specific example. Had she been there when she was younger? Did she have relatives there? Why Brussels of all places?

"So like...the Dark Area's filled with gangs and people from all over that are fighting eachother?" She pondered, trying to be sure she had understood correctly, before chuckling a bit. "Sounds like the perfect place to settle down in and build a city." She quipped, hands on hips as she took another long look at their surroundings. They said home was where the heart is, but even she had a hard time believing anyone wanted to make this wasteland their home, at least willingly. Then again...she knew as well as anyone nobody got to pick where they were born, and not everyone got to choose where to live afterwards.

Perhaps she could even begin to learn what made this place so alluring to Amelie...or that's what she thought, but her companion had other plans, as it was evidenced by her soon opening another portal.
Leave? Now? Admitedly, she had been the first one to say she wanted to get back to the..."real" world? Human world? And what was this about her little device letting her transform into digimon?! Once again, there were just too many variables to take in right now. Whatever the case, it was probably wiser to retreat now and perhaps come back later with some newly adquired knowledge. With a longing look and a sigh she pocketed the D-Scanner back on her pocket, before turning to look at Amelie.

"With pleasure."

Unbeknown to Sasha, the small glowing dot she had seen on the edge of the screen was now moving, slowly, surely closing in the distance with them, but even if she knew of it and knew where to look, she would see little else than a small dust cloud. Even someone like Amelie would see little else than a faint, vague silhouette drifting about on the corner of her eye, if even that. Whatever this weak disturbance was, it seemed to make a beeline for Sasha's location.

Though when both came in contact, Sasha only felt a cold, chilly breath of air gently blowing on her back. It was barely enough to give her goosebumps, but she didn't pay much mind to that. Probably just the wind.

At any rate she'd be now stepping into the portal, silently praying in her mind that Amelie wouldn't just dump her in the middle of a desert or a mountain in order to keep her life a secret or something equally as roundabout as that. What she would find on the other side? Only Amelie knew.