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Those Aren't Skeletons- Demon Lords 1F (Cross, Alice, Ayumi)
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 10, 2019 1:44:11 GMT
Please post within 3 days of the last post in this thread, although faster is always preferred. Ideally, I want to be able to have at least one posting cycle finished per week.Terminus was a chaotic enough hodgepodge in the daytime, but the night was where some believed it truly came alive. Nowhere was this more true than Terminus Hi-Rise #666. The property had been vacant for as long as many could remember, with any interested renters changing their minds or disappearing before they could take up ownership of the building. With the current owner's return, it wasn't hard to see why. Every day since his return, his building had been lit up for one reason or another. Spotlights in every color danced on the rooftop, and the premises practically shook from the pulse-pounding bass beats within. A banner labelled "COMING-OUT PARTY" fluttered in the breeze, bright golden sigils visible whenever the moonlight hit a letter dead-on.
Naturally, the divine keyholes bringing Cross, Alice, and Ayumi to their destination would be opening a safe distance from the cacophony. Even then, the sound was quite overwhelming. "Starting to remember why I kept to the wilderness," Bagramon remarked, voice barely audible by comparison. " 'Least there, I can hear myself think. You sure this Demon Lord activity? Or are you just trying to eavesdrop on a party?"
"Hard to think of anything more Demon Lord than this much excess. Not like the living incarnations of sin tend to be too subtle," Rasielmon responded. "Trust me, I've peeked into the future enough times to get my fair share of this place. It'd take a way stronger stomach to want to eavesdrop on all of that. But somebody's gotta be keeping an ear out for trouble, so here we are."
"Uh-huh. Sure."
Surprisingly enough, all the hustle and bustle didn't attract much of a line. By now, if a Digimon wasn't at the party, they were likely hustling past the building as quickly as possible. It would actually be a clear shot from where the trio was currently standing to the front door of the premises. And a front door would be quite helpful, considering that the Hi-Rise was definitely among the taller skyscrapers in Terminus City. If one wanted to try and make that flight themselves, their wings would be sore as all hell by the time they were done.
However, the door being so close didn't mean that Alice, Ayumi, and Cross were entirely out of the woods. Another trio was already in front of the door, scanning the horizon for anyone else approaching. One of them, an Ogremon, clutched a loudspeaker. Another, a Hyogamon, was looking cool in a pair of blue shutter shades. Finally, the third, Fugamon, was looking at a clipboard that presumably had some sort of entrance list on it. It was clear that these were some sort of bouncers, especially with how they pumped themselves up to try and look more intimidating.
Beyond them, there was at least one other Digimon up and about. A Dracmon occasionally popped its head out from one of the garbage cans along the side of the building. Each time it did so it waved, as if hoping to get the attention of any nearby bystanders. Most bystanders didn't pay it any notice, but that didn't stop it from waving with increasing intensity each time one passed closely enough. At times the poor thing even hopped up and down, yet nobody paid it an mind.
Of course, why would they? It was almost hard to focus on anything else with the imposing hi-rise towering above the streets.
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Post by Cross on Apr 10, 2019 2:50:58 GMT
Next to the flickering and flashing lights of the highrise the petite Wizardmon looked rather shabby. Their cloak was worn and tattered at the edges, their hat pulled low to cover their face and eyes though one could occasionally spy softly glowing crimson orbs peering out at them from the shadowy depths of the Digimon's collar. Their wild blonde mane like hair hung about their shoulders in an unmanageable snarl as they hunched in on themselves as the group had exited from the portal, but now upon the familiar streets of Terminus they seemed to straighten. The Mage hadn't bothered with a staff, the cumbersome object strapped to their back as they glimpsed down at the commlink Bagramon and Resielmon spoke to them through held tight in the blackened fingertips of their gloves.
"Thank you for your aid, but I will be going dark for the time being. I will be in contact with my report later." The Wizardmon spoke voice soft and clipped with it's business like tone as with a click they cut the power to their commlink. Dropping it into a pocket unceremoniously before tipping their hat the other two in their group and offering them each a slim piece of paper.
"I'll be making my approach. The number listed is one of my disposable ones for my actual commlink. Should either of you run into trouble do no hesitate to call." The Mage explained before bidding them goodbye as the spellcaster distanced themselves from the group. Taking the steps to approach the bouncers as they cast a nod of greeting to the Fugamon and slipped a hand into their cloak. Pulling out a black envelope with a purple seal from it's confines as they held it out to the Bouncer with an unseen smile behind their collar.
"I believe you'll find my name is on the list."
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Apr 10, 2019 3:45:47 GMT
Stepping out of one of the portals is Alice, the emerald haired woman not exactly hoping for a dramatic entrance, but it ends up like that to some extent either way, running her hand through her hair just as soon as the portal closes behind her, a brief gust of wind blowing behind her alongside her partner, still in Champion form, but that might not last long given the current situation. But, despite that, it is incredibly striking, to see the pair of women almost identically dressed, two witches, one in red, the other in black, one blonde, the other green. "Aww, c'mon! We're gonna be the stars of the show lookin' like this, Greeny!" The blonde one, the Digimon of the pair, cackles, glancing to the more stoic, stern faced human of the pair, poking her with the handle of her broom.
"This is supposed to be serious, Dorothy. I only agreed to this in hopes it'd get us in easier, given that this is a high-class party... Or perhaps more akin to a rave with the kind of illegal substances that could kill a man." She winces at the music blasting out from the upper floors of the building, Alice's memories briefly reminded of a different her, one that was only a few years ago, a foolish, reckless, unpleasant sort, the kind of person she wants to forget now. With a single shake of her head, they fade, and leave the witch cosplayer in silence next to the actual sorceress. "If this turns into a fight, you need to Digivolve at a moment's notice, and even then... I-I'll be vulnerable. Unlike most people, I-"
She's interrupted by Dorothy as the two wait for others to arrive, a cackling coming from the witch as she heads forwards without her partner, already noticing that someone, yet another spellcaster, is approaching the party. "I know. You're in harm's way. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to you. Just try 'n blend in as best as ya can with me. As far as they know, we're a buncha cute girls, and parties will always accept more of those~!" The last part of her speech lightens Alice's mood a bit despite her urge to sigh and tell the Witchmon to shut up, with Dorothy cackling to herself.
The green haired human just gives a silent nod as she follows her Digimon partner, trying to seem confident in her stride as she approaches the crowd of three ogre Digimon and the Wizardmon with her counterpart, but stop when the Dracmon catches Alice's attention. "Who is that? Some sort of gremlin? I'll check it out... You see if we can get in one way or another."
"Sure, just be sure to not get lost!" While Alice splits away from the group, Dorothy approaches the three rough looking Digimon with a confident smile on her face. "Gyahaha, this some kinda party? There any way I can, like, join in?" Her eyes soon glance to the Wizardmon. "And who's this?"
Alice can't help but wonder why there's a Digimon hiding in the trash can, the green haired woman's pace slow due to the impractical outfit she's wearing, but her curiosity overrides any form of logic she may have at times. Having approached the trash bin and its' inhabitant, she speaks up. "Hey, what the hell's your deal? You have anything to do with the party?"
Despite the separate situations they're in, Alice and Dorothy both feel like this might be a bad idea.
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Post by Ayumi on Apr 10, 2019 17:18:07 GMT
Of course Ayumi had told her best friend Yukiko over her involvement in all of this. The problem was that Mizu caught wind of Ayumi having to attend a *party*, and promptly insisted to help her and Solomon to dress up for the occasion. So it came to be that the two stepped through the portal, dressed up and nowhere to go. Ayumi was clad in a frilly, black and red gothic-lolita dress, which Mizu insisted should "show what she got", meaning there was gratuitous chest focus in her dress. Solomon was wearing a small tuxedo, black and white with a red bowtie, with holes for his wings and tail. Ayumi was beet red as soon as she stepped out. "Th-th-th-this outfit is horrible! W-w-why did Mizu insist I wear it?" Solomon adjusted his bowtie, and dusted himself off. "I do not know, I quite enjoy this get up." Before Ayumi could even adjust to her team members, one of them left, leaving her with a piece of paper. She blinked, dumbfounded, and just put it into her frilly handbag. As for the third person, oh, it was Alice, she knew Alice, she was a member of the field club! "Oh, Alice, hello! It seems we're in this together!" And then, the group split further. Dorothy, it seemed, decided to head for the front door, while Alice herself went for the Dracmon in a garbage can. This left Ayumi a bit dumbfounded, and Solomon just shook his head. "Ah, breaking up the group, a time honoured tradition of team assignments." Ayumi giggled nervously. "C-c-come on, l-l-let's help Alice, you keep an eye on Dorothy as we do!" And so, Ayumi walked over to where Alice was, trying hard not to fall over in her high heeled boots. Solomon stayed near her, with an eye on the front door, ready to help Dorothy if something went awry.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 10, 2019 23:53:28 GMT
Fugamon snatched up the envelope, tearing it open with all the grace of a hungover frat boy opening a pack of instant coffee. He squinted hard as he looked it over, peering from line to line. "Looks like a bunch of gobbledygook to me," he said, adjusting his glasses to make sure he was reading it correctly.
Clearly, he wasn't. Hyogamon snatched it out of his hands, turned it over, and gave it right back. "Here ya go, champ," he said, turning back to his job as watchman.
With the letter now being held the right way, Fugamon could do a proper job checking it. "Yo, Cas," he read. "Huh. Didn't think the boss individually signified each and every one of these. Anyway: If you're reading this, you're invited to the biggest bash this side of Terminus City. Or you thrashed the ass of whoever was supposed to get this invitation. Good job! That means you're a bad enough dude to roll with this crew. Now get your ass over to Terminus Hi-Rise #666, 'cause this party's not gonna stop 'til we burn the city down! Metaphorically speaking. Probably.
Ya boy, Beelzemon. Official Demon Lord of Gluttony!"
"Does he really sign all his mail in blue crayon?" Hyogamon asked, peering suspiciously at the letter. "I know blue's a cool color and all, but-"
"Oi, enough of the ice puns outta you!" Fugamon said, wheeling over to Hygoamon with his fists drawn. It was time to throw down!
Or not. Ogremon promptly slid between the two, shouting into his megaphone. "Focus, ya gits!" he bellowed, the force of his shout sending both other ogres scrambling back. "We're professionals now, right?
Looks like your invite checks ou- hey, wait a minute!" Ogremon recovered Fugamon's notebook, putting a hand on the other ogre's head to prevent him from snatching it back. "Guest list says you're dead. Also a 'umie. There some funny business going on here I'm not aware of?"
Hyogamon turned to the approaching Dorothy, holding out his hand. "Got an invite? Then you're all in to chill with us," he said. "Don't mind the other two. They're . . . " Yep. Fugamon now had Ogremon in a headache, the two still finding time to peek at the notebook and check Cas' credentials despite their wrestling. "A bit busy."
As Cross and Dorothy took point at the front door, Alice and Ayumi had approached the trash Dracmon. He grinned from ear to ear, his teeth looking quite misshapen. "Hey, hey, hey! About time somebody showed up to the real party," he said, either not noticing or not caring about the confusion in her tone. "Come on in! We've got snacks, we've got pin the tail on the donkey . . . we can get music if I start hitting that trash can really loud. It's . . . it's . . .
Okay, it's totally lame. But those Ogremon keep kicking me out whenever I try getting to Beelzemon's pad!" He huffed, folding his arms and looking away. "Beelzemon is, like, the coolest. I bet he'd let me in. He even let me write all the invites for his party! Then he said "thanks, kid" and sped off. I know, you're all totally jealous, huh?"
He looked around conspiratorially, then leaned up to whisper to Alice and Ayumi. "I totally know a shortcut inside," he said. "I mean, I haven't tried it yet. But I know it'd get me in for sure. Wanna see?" His eyes twinkled with a mixture of delight and mischief as he spoke.
All the while, the party raged on in the back. People were cheering and hollering. Music was pumping up even louder than it had before. A BlackGabumon could be heard shouting profanities into the night. It was beautiful.
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Post by Cross on Apr 11, 2019 0:49:00 GMT
The Wizardmon allowed their red gaze to drift up taking in the towering skyscraper that loomed above them in a moment of quiet contemplation. Their eyes distant and cold before they settled on the Orgemon's face. "Perhaps the rumors of my death, much like those regarding this building emptiness were greatly exaggerated..." She spoke voice soft as the Wizardmon canted their head lightly to one side peering up from behind the brim of their hat to meet the bouncer's gaze, palming the trigger for her holosuit concealed inside their glove.
As the digimon's form shifted, melting away and in their place stood a woman in red. She was older then Ayumi, or Alice, her dress far more conservative than the Witchmon Dorothy's. It's designs reminiscent of a thirties torch singer with a high collar slit low to show just the barest hint of cleavage, it's glittering train trailing behind her to pool at her feet like a sea of blood. Her long wild blonde hair pulled up into a tight bun, a few stray stands having escaped to frame cobalt blue eyes. As the woman bared her teeth at the bouncers from behind ruby painted lips in a mockery of warmth and smiled at them with a dead woman's face.
"Or perhaps I'm a ghost." Cas murmured the soft smokey cadence of her voice so familiar now that it was no longer muffled by the high collar of her 'disguise.'
"Does it truly matter? I have an invitation and I highly doubt your Employer would approve of you hassling his guests." She spoke voice polite if clipped as she held her appearance for a moment longer savoring the reflection of who she once was mirrored in the bouncer's eyes for a heartbeat more. The reflection of who she could never be again.
Then she killed the switch. Returning to her 'holosuit' as her figure shimmered and shifted once more and all that remained was the unremarkable and shabby looking Wizardmon who watched them with hard expectant eyes and a gaze that spoke of trouble for them should they continue to make this non-issue and issue.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Apr 13, 2019 0:50:50 GMT
Dorothy's reaction to the Wizardmon's actions and the fact that he/she seems to have an actual invite leaves her silent and stunned for a moment, vaguely recognizing... Something, but completely and utterly incapable of determining what that something actually is. Whatever it is, it evades the Witchmon's memory for the time being. "Whatever, I'm just waitin' for a friend. She's kinda cute, you'll see." Rolling her eyes at the trio of monstrous Digimon, she decides it would be wiser to approach things later, more or less waiting for Alice to come back as she leans on her broom. "Well, if ya got an actual invite, that means you can go in, right? Not sure what your deal is, but..." She states to the wizard with a slight laugh. "You seem a lil' familiar. Somehow. Iunno why." As for her thoughts on the whole situation...
Beelzemon. The Demon Lord of Gluttony. Something even Dorothy finds hard to believe, but perhaps confirmation that things really are dire enough for Luminas, even if it has reformed somewhat, to get very, very desperate. And someone the witch secretly admires just a bit. After all, the dream of someone powerful enough to take what you want and do as you please without consequence... It's something she's always dreamed of, to some extent. Less now, what with Alice serving as an anchor despite being more powerful than ever, but... Still something that makes the witch's heart race slightly.
"Oh, so you're just some sort of trash dwelling- . . . Wait." The green haired woman, on the other hand, seems a bit bewildered to hear that this grouch of a Dracmon is, of all things, the one who wrote letters to the party. As unpleasant as a choice it is, she takes something out of her bag, the notebook she always carries around. "Tell me about your plan to get into the party, but I have a plan of my own, thanks to you..." She takes care to lean forwards and whisper to the Dracmon with a slight chuckle, her next words clear to him and only him. "Perhaps if you need any favors done, you could sign this book in advance for two guests?"
A foolish idea. And one that Alice finds utterly nauseating now that she says it aloud. To defile her notebook, full of her research notes on Digimon with what might end up as foolish crayon scribbles without purpose or reason. But in the end, it seems like the best idea Alice can think of. Perhaps a little too convenient... But given the other option of trusting this little rascal with potentially even more dangerous things, the risk ultimately feels worth it. Flipping to a pair of pages at the very back, she holds to the Dracmon with mild hesitation.
"Ah, maybe these two can help you?" More unfamiliar faces are seen as Alice notices Ayumi and Solomon. Well, not entirely unfamiliar, but partially so, having actually never seen her before, but having heard of a few things. "Where are my manners? I'm Alice... You're the one who developed the scanners the Field Club uses, am I correct?" She's glad that there's more than just her and Dorothy to assist in this... Well, that she's aware of, anyways, having not seen the third person yet, unlike her partner.
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Post by Ayumi on Apr 14, 2019 10:55:47 GMT
Beelzemon. Now there was a name that Ayumi had stumbled upon multiple times in her research into the Demon Lords before. The Demon Lord of Gluttony. Looked like a biker dude. Some sources claimed he was the most benevolent of the Demon Lords...but she was not about to believe that claim. No one who hangs out with other Demon Lords could be *that* nice.
There were more pressing matters at hand, anyhow. This little gremlin seemed to be full of himself, and offered a way into the party. Ayumi was unsure how to take this. Like, if he has to hide in a trashcan, could he even be trusted? People with nothing to hide don't just hide away from things! However, she was contend to let Alice handle this. She felt the much taller and mature woman would be taken more seriously than the pale pipsqueak that she was. "Ah, uh, I let the boss here take care of things!" Technically, -she- was the boss of Alice seeing how she led the Digital Field Club, but she;d rather defer to someone she was familiar with for a while than get herself into deep spaghetti. Speaking of the Field Club, seems that Alice finally recognised her while she was holding out her notebook. "E-e-eh? Oh, yeah, I am! I coded the Zaphkiel OS! N-n-nice to meet you, Alice, I am Ayumi, and this is Solomon!" The dapper Monodramon, who had scooted closer to the Dracmon to make sure the little sewer urchin behaved, turned at the mentioning of his name, and bowed at Alice. "Most pleased to make your acquaintance, madame." Ayumi giggled nervously, then leant in and whispered into Alice's ear...which wasn't too easy since Ayumi only reached up to the woman's shoulder. "S-s-so what's the plan? I had hoped I could be more support than active work outside of things that require smarts..."
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 15, 2019 23:42:36 GMT
"Cu""te?"
Fugamon and Hyogamon's attentions snapped towards Dorothy at the word. Immediately they tensed up, sliding back to back. Once properly arranged they promptly slid into a pose-off, their biceps bulging in competition with one another. "Y'know, maybe we can get some strings pulled for you two if push comes to shove-" Hyogamon started.
"Or we could bring the real party down here!" Fugamon interjected. "There's a doublet of you, and two of us too!"
BONK! BONK! A pair of green fists rained down on the other ogres' heads. As their eyes bulged in pain, Ogremon forcibly turned their heads back to the apparent Doctor Cross. "Oi! Can't ya see she's talking?" he said, shaking his head. "One job at a time. That's how ya get people hopping the barricades. Again. For the fifth time today."
With Ogremon's help, the bouncers were just in time for Cas' show. The Wizardmon that they had previously seen was gone, the elegant specter that was once Dr. Cross standing in its place. Ogremon and Fugamon shivered in sync as the world's coldest, deadest smile stared back at them, the doctor's beauty only making the absence of any emotion stand out harder. The fact that somebody had not only killed her but also left her trapped in a far more run-down body was almost heartbreaking.
Fugamon sniffled, trying to out-macho the incoming emotion. "If she's in front of us right now, has she really been mortified?" he asked. "No real difference, right?"
"You know the rules, Fugamon," Ogremon replied, fear shining in his eyes. Was it Cross he was afraid of, or the implicit threat of what Beelzemon would do if he didn't stop her? "No dead allowed. Period." As if on cue a Bakemon drifted by, exchanging a lengthy secret handshake with Hyogamon. They finger gunned at each other, then Bakemon drifted past. "That doesn't count, he was born that way," Ogremon nervously added.
"Digimon die all the time. Is she different just because she's a human?" Fugamon asked. "And she isn't even a human anymore! So she should be in the clarification!"
"Is she even the same person?" Hyogamon butted in. "She's a Wizardmon now, right? I bet she's a totally different Cross now. That mean she gets a totally different invite? Death and rebirth, checkmate."
"Oh, now you're just stupid," Ogremon said, jabbing a finger in Hyogamon's chest. "If she's a newborn, how's she supposed to drink? That's no way to party!"
"Newborns don't walk and talk either, ya ignorant moose! Because she ain't a new Cross, just a different Cross!"
Dear god. The bouncers were now arguing philosophy. Cas, what have you done?
Believe it or not, the garbage can was where the more sane goings-ons were happening. Dracmon tapped his chin thoughtfully at Alice's proposal. "Wow, that's a way better idea!" he said. "I was totally gonna just turn you guys in and ask the bouncers for a free pass. But your plan's gonna make us all happy, probably. So let's give it a try!"
A Sleepmon popped up from the garbage can next to Dracmon's. "You could've written us in the whole time?" he asked. "Why didn't you?"
"It would've been against the rules," Dracmon said, matter-of-factly. "But now it's not my idea, so it's totally okay."[/font
The Sleepmon turned towards Ayumi and Alice, sighing almost silently. "We've been looking for a friend of ours. A Strikedramon," he said. "She ran off a while back, and we think she might be in over her head. Is it okay if we sneak in with you guys?"
"If it isn't okay, we'll sneak in anyway," Dracmon said, barely looking up from Alice's notebook. With a big grin on his face, he promptly handed over four invites: Alice and +1, Ayumi and +1, Sleepmon, and Dracmon. "Now you guys are all good! We'll still need to get these checked by the bouncers, but-"
"We come back from the dead! Of course there ain't an afterlife!"
"Yeah, I can literally take a train to heaven."
"And that kinda thinking is why you two are still here."
"-I don't think they'll be checking very hard," Sleepmon surmised. "My name is Sleepmon, by the way! It's very nice to meet you."
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Post by Cross on Apr 16, 2019 0:42:30 GMT
The Wizardmon arched a slim blonde brow, but made no move to refute the bouncers. Instead she merely subtly motioned to those with her to follow her lead as the Digimon spun on her heel and slipped through the doors while the three grunts were busy arguing among themselves.
Across the threshold her senses were assaulted with an ocean of pulsing music, flashing lights, and gyrating bodies. A veritable sea of digital and human forms and Cas was content to be lost amidst them. Casting the others a polite nod she slipped into the crowd with hardly a word. Her form shifting from one moment to the next as the Wizardmon quietly slipped behind a pillar and the woman in red emerged. Crimson lips curling into a smile that never reached those cold cold blue eyes the Doctor strode through the masses. Making her way towards the bar as she trailed slim fingers over the edge of the counter before settling onto a stool.
"I'll take a glass of whatever would kill a lesser mon," The Doctor purred leaning forward as she glanced at the bartender from behind her lashes with a knife like smile. Content to sit awhile and let the thrum of the music and whispers around her wash over her.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Apr 16, 2019 18:35:18 GMT
Dorothy attempts to follow the mysterious Wizardmon with a slightly uneasy expression, being without her human partner, but that should be fixed soon... Hopefully. Immediately, the sound and density of people hit her like a wall as soon as she slips through. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer volume and energy of the heavy music, the colorful, flashing lights and the wild energy seeping through everyone here. Truly, a temptation unlike any other, a party fit for one who might imagine themselves as a god.
It takes every line of code in her body to not lose control and join in, becoming lost in the crowd not of her own will, but simply because that's the nature of it, a riot of positive sensations on a feedback loop. She unconsciously sways her hips slightly to the music as she looks for somewhere, anywhere that she wouldn't get lost in the crowd, finally settling on a nice, decently isolated corner... At least, in comparison to the rest of this celebration of all manner of excess. Waiting for Alice is difficult for her, tempted to join in despite the possibility of her Tamer getting irritated... But then again, with her Tamer outside, who would be around to know?
For Alice, seeing the numerous dubious invites makes her smile in a manner that once again reminds her of older days. "Let's get going, then! And I promise we'll find your friend... I get the feeling my own partner is impatient enough to find a way in without me, so if anyone asks before we get in there, you two are my partners. Please don't take that as an opportunity to actually think of yourselves as that, though, even if it's tempting..." The green haired woman shakes her head slightly as she holds the scribbled invite in her hand, taking care to not let her slightly impractical witch outfit get in the way of anything.
Waving her false invite at the three ogres as she passes through, hopefully with the other Digimon following her, Alice tries her best to not laugh to herself. If things are going this smooth already, what could possibly go wrong? A lot, but she doesn't think too much about that as she hopefully walks through without a hitch with the two random Digimon and Ayumi (plus her partner) not too far behind. "Have fun, but remember we're here for a reason."
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Post by Ayumi on Apr 18, 2019 22:36:12 GMT
So the two hoodlums here were just looking for a friend? That was precious...though Ayumi was still not sure how true this was. Regardless, seems that they need help, and they were getting them into the party, too, so for now she shut up and let Alice handle this. Solomon being Solomon, of course, bowed when the two mentioned a lost friend. "We shall not rest until we have secured them, be assured of that." Ever the gallant knight, he.
Getting inside was the easy part now, it seemed. As Alice flashed the invitations, Ayumi just smiled, trying not to show her nervousness as they passed into the den on iniquity. Loud music, the air thick with perfume and potentially illegal substances, Ayumi felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, what with her frilly dress. She made sure to stick close to both the much taller Alice, and her partner Solomon. "I'll, uh, try to have fun..." Hopefully this won't end in tragedy.
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 20, 2019 18:43:33 GMT
Ogremon had taken notice of Cross and Dorothy leaving, but to his misfortune Fugamon and Hyogamon were closer to the door than he was. He tried to worm his way around them, but their rippling muscles and oversized heads made it far more difficult for him to pass. It didn't help that no amount of hooting or hollering would get their attention. They were way too wrapped in a conversation about whether Digimon were the same being or a different one after enduring an untimely death. It was maybe the most high-minded thing that the Ogrelords had ever discussed, although-
"I'm just sayin', Mankind, Dude Love, and Cactus Jack might be the same person, but they ain't the same person."
"They're literally all Mick Foley!"
They may have still needed a few of their old crutches to comprehend it.
It wouldn't be hard for Alice, Ayumi, and their Digimon to make it in either. Dracmon jumped for joy around his new "partner," before excitedly clutching onto her hand like a child trying not to get lost. "Lead the way, totally-my-partner!" he cheered. "I hope all these other Digimon know not to mess with us, because you can make me Digivolve with our Digivice, because we are partners." He raised his voice a little at that last part, as if hoping to communicate it to all of the other Digimon around the party. "Did I do it right? We're totally gonna be safe now," he said, looking up at Alice with hope shining in his eyes.
Sleepmon kept closer to Ayumi and Solomon, a reassuring smile on his face. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not that great at parties, either," he said. "What are you here for?"
Their fake IDs would be more than enough to slip past the Ogrelords, who were now arguing if any Digimon in the Digital World were truly newborn or if every piece of data had been recycled at some point or another. Ogremon by now was so mad his green skin was starting to turn red.
The party was already packed with wall-to-wall entertainment, and this was only the first floor of the high-rise! A band of Starmon wailed away on electric guitars and launched their bodies at drum sets, kicking up a rocking beat that barely asserted itself over the hundreds of conversations breaking out in the room. The lights flashed a different color every second, Sleepmon pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes to stave off a headache. There was a mosh pit by the south side of the room, sore Digimon orbiting around it and waiting for a chance to challenge whatever Digimon was currently occupying its center.
To the right of the room was a large catering table, a massive roast pig serving as a centerpiece to countless other foods. Pretty much all of them were prepared in the most decadent, least healthy way imaginable, but the smell of all that rich food was all too alluring. Needless to say, many of the party's Digimon were around here, cheering whenever a DemiDevimon flew out with another tray of food. An equally stacked bar was to the left, the Octomon bartender nodding at Cross as she made her order. He grabbed at least eight different brightly colored liquids, shook them up, and poured them in a glass at once. The result was rainbow colored and glowing as if radioactive: surely it was safe. He didn't say a word to her, but gave a nod of respect for her daring.
Finally, Dorothy had found a corner right in front of a door, labelled "Med Bay - Do Not Enter." There was a pretty heavy-duty lock on the door, but presumably the party's staff were capable of opening it when needed.
As the unlikely allies took all of this in, a voice rang out from the center of the room. "So then I just hear this CLONK! And for a second, I'm all quiet, right?" it said. "And then it hits me. Right at the scene of her grand rebirth, some nutjob mortal just pegged Lilithmon with a rock. Seriously! A rock! I'm just saying, I would've loved to have seen the look on her face when that happened. She'd've probably put me in the hospital, but holy shit it would've been worth it." With the thick crowd surrounding this voice it was hard to get a good look at him, but the brief flashes were unmistakable. It was Beelzemon, wearing a fancy kimono opened at the chest to reveal his heavily tatted up body. The sign of Gluttony was chief among these tattoos, visible right over where a human heart would sit.
Was it any surprise that Gluttony would be front-and-center at a party like this?
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Post by Cross on Apr 22, 2019 2:23:18 GMT
Returning the Octomon's nod the Doctor took the drink in hand sipping it slow as she felt the honeyed burn of nearly pure alcohol slide down the back of her throat like molten fire with all the heat of self-hatred and sugary booze. Poison of the purest kind as she spared the barest glance towards the loudmouth in the center of the room confirming with an arched brow her suspicions. Gluttony. Loud and proud and center stage and in that moment Cas missed Cloak so keenly and yet found herself glad to be without her nearly ever present shadow. Her former partner had a taste for Demon Lord Data and she didn't entirely put it past him to pass up such an easy target as the oblivious Lord.
Nursing her drink the human leaned against the counter a flirtatious smile playing at the edge of her red painted lips as she arched a brow at the bartender and scanned a quick gaze over the other occupants vying for drinks. "The other levels as fun as this one or is the ground floor the main attraction?" She asked with a tilt of her head that sent a few stray blonde locks cascading to one side, showing off the delicate curve of her neck and the fine golden chain around it that looked to belong to a locket, though the decoration that hung from it was carefully tucked out of sight between her breasts.
"After all what does a girl have to do to get a tour around here?" Cas questioned voice a light playful purr and smile wicked as she tosses out her line and waits to see who if anyone she catches hook line and sucker.
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Post by Alice Alexandria on Apr 24, 2019 2:40:17 GMT
With Alice finally inside the building, she hesitates briefly as the sound and lights hit her, the green haired woman finding this to be one of the least pleasant situations she's ever encountered in the Digital World, Not because of the immediate threat, but more the potential angles of which something, anything could be wrong. Perhaps her paranoia is getting the better of her, but for now it'd be best to maintain a low profile, try nothing, do nothing, be as close to nothing as possible. Every glance around is a new sight, none of them helping her find Dorothy until she finally spots the witch in the corner. "There you are..." Alice anxiously gives Dorothy a nod of approval after making her way through the chaos, trying her best not to get distracted despite the deafening music and possibility of letting more base desires and impulses get the better of her. "...And what's this that you've found?" She looks to the heavy locked door with a visible frown, finding the sign and obvious lock a sign of something amiss. Finally remembering that there's a pair of Digimon following her alongside Ayumi and Solomon, she decides to explain herself. "These two helped me get in. Anyways, we're searching for Strikedramon, their friend. Feel free to indulge a little, but be careful. Something about this place is off..." Taking a deep breath of the mildly unpleasant air, she takes a moment to plan things out. "Yeah, yeah..." The witch Digimon rolls her eyes slightly, having been mere moments away from going off and doing her own thing. "And ya brought some dorks with you. You gotta plan or somethin'?" She leans against the wall, watching one of the more dazed, potentially drunken guests fall over with a slight cackle. "Well..." Looking to Ayumi and her partner, the green haired woman is struck with inspiration... As well as her trademark insatiable curiosity as, she finally spots the familiar face of someone she's only seen once before. Someone she didn't exactly want to remember due to the only real memory of them being said person clawing at themselves viciously, but... Seeing the strange woman seemingly all right drives her curiosity through the roof. "All right, Ayumi, your partner and Dracmon need to find a way in there. It doesn't take a genius to figure out something's wrong about that door being locked... Me, Dorothy and Sleepmon are going to take a further look around. Don't follow me too closely. Understood?"
With that said, Alice slowly heads over to her and sits down beside the woman, vaguely recalling a name. She's slightly hesitant at first, but soon seems fine, even ordering something from the bartender. "Just some wine, thanks." She then turns her head to face the mysterious woman. "Cross, is it? Before you ask, the costume was Dorothy's idea."
It's difficult for Alice to act natural in a party like this, being the more bookish sort than she used to be years ago, but hopefully the effort to seem a little less tense will pay off for now, not wanting to attract too much attention despite the impractical outfit she's wearing. "...Any plans for tonight?" She intentionally keeps it vague, but hopefully it will get the point across that she's here for a reason, rather than just to bother Cross.
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