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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 7, 2014 19:46:55 GMT
Yaku gasped as he finally escaped the seemingly endless jungle. He held his toupee into place and adjusted his suit and tie as he moved closer to the city. It'd been far too long since the businessman had bathed, shaved, or changed clothes. The end result was that he was starting to smell like one of these digital monsters that terrified him so... He had been fortunate enough to find a family of Biyomon who pointed him in the correct direction to civilization, in return for answering many, many questions about the human world.
But that was behind him. He was in a city. A city he'd never been to, heard of, or intended to go, but it was better than falling into another series of rivers. As he slowly drudged inland, he passed by several series of small digimon, who'd follow him with curiosity as he got closer and closer to a bench by the beach. Finally, he sat down, not paying attention to the tiny creatures who had once mortified him. He had bigger things to worry about. Opening the suitcase, covered in mud, crud, and sludge, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw all his paperwork, his photo of his wife, and his melon flavored drink were all undamaged. What little yen he had with him was also safe, providing him with funds for at least a small, normal meal rather than mushrooms and berries he'd had to plead with a Gomamon to split with him.
As he began shooing away the small digimon, he looked at the sky above and began taking deep breaths. He wondered if his wife was looking for him, if that "DATS" thing he'd heard through whispers and rumors had already covered him up, if he'd caught a disease or ailment from staying in this weird and unusual place... he couldn't believe it. Small children could handle this odd, unorthodox location, some had even conquered large areas as heroes and living legends... but here was a grown man barely scrounging by with more than most children would have... maybe he'd just lost his digivice? Maybe one of these tiny admirers were his partner, just waiting to be discovered by him... Of course, we know neither of these statements are true. Yaku, however, still had a faint glimmer of hope in him, and what would happen next would just be another few paragraphs of Yaku's memoirs of the Digital world.
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Post by Noxis on Aug 8, 2014 5:10:59 GMT
The man’s mind still raced after the other day’s scramble. That lady, that dame, that bitch. She was drop dead gorgeous, about as perfect as any man could imagine. The thing was, frankly she’d disrupted him quite rudely, and then the fight erupted. Graedon, who had then evolved into his ghastly ultimate form, just about had the other digimon dead. So much data could have been absorbed, so much power! And then the lady would be helpless, defenseless without her digimon partner to protect her from the big bad lawyer. Albeit, their battle had been much too close to Terminus City, and the guard force had come after them. For the sake of keeping clear of legal trouble, something Everett was only familiar with in the real world, they left the scene and headed south.
Thanks to WaruMonzaemon’s massive steps and hovering heart-bubbles, arriving at Whitewater City took very little time. It was here that the lawyer and his partner decided to lay low for a while, enjoy the great weather and fantastic coastal scenery. They’d spent plenty of time padding through the shallow waters of the Binary Archipelago, lounging at the base of palm trees and sand dunes, and most importantly, enjoying the local bars’ digi-noir and imported sake.
Today, Everett and Graedon were wandering about, still unsure of what was next on the docket. The lawyer’s target was the usual; more sake, more relaxation. His ursine friend, on the other hand, was becoming restless. As a digimon who’d recently discovered his ultimate form, he wanted to fight and train and wreak havoc! What else was a 25-ft, horror-esque body good for, especially if it came equipped with three enormous blades attached to his hand? Everett was keeping tabs on him, but it was only a matter of time before he’d purposely bump into a tamer or mean-looking digimon.
Shifting his eyes, the Bearmon felt his lips curl in a menacing grin. Sitting alone and looking exhausted was a human! Filthy attire and sweat on his face, he would be the perfect candidate. Probably easy to push, easy to annoy, and easy to mug; that briefcase of his, as tattered as it appeared, seemed to reveal a glimpse of untarnished contents. Tugging on Everett’s rolled up sleeve, the bear gestured his head towards the dreary looking stranger, as if to gesture that he was going to go and stir up some trouble. Everett, who at this point was on a nice buzz from the earlier shots of sake, simply shrugged his shoulders and kept to his lenient pace.
Sneaking quietly on the sand beneath his feet, Graedon crept up behind the bench. In one effortless leap, the thug digimon sprung over the backing and landed flat on his bum with a loud thud. ”Hey chump what’s hanging?” he spewed casually, slinging his arm up atop the bench. He sprawled his body to the point that he was taking up half the bench, and chewing on his lip, he looked the man up and down. ”Got anythin’ good in that there box of yours?” he asked cockily.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 8, 2014 17:44:47 GMT
Yaku looked at the bear with a bit of worry. Despite his business-wear it was clear Yaku'd not been in a building for quite a while. His scuffed shoes showed he'd been walking most of the time, everything from mud to dirt to water soaked the lower part of his pants while tears and rips were prominent in his sleeves. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a long time, or to be more accurate: hadn't slept properly in a long time.
"Hello..." Yaku said, still remaining polite in this part of his personal hell. "I am Tridori Yaku... do you know where I am? I don't know how to read the language most of these signs are written in... I just wish to find a way back to the Human world..." He bowed, revealing a somewhat large gash on his back from an encounter he probably shouldn't have possibly crawled away from, let alone walk.
"And I do not have much in my suitcase... just paperwork and a few personal things..." Yaku wasn't lying, really, just omitting the very little money he held, and even then he doubted the money would work in this digital world... but this thing seemed friendly enough, he may as well ask a few questions. "One more thing... do you know where a hotel is? Perhaps a train to Terminus City?"
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Post by Noxis on Aug 8, 2014 18:43:25 GMT
Everett was catching up to his trouble making partner albeit slowly. He overheard what the man was saying, sensing the uneasy tone from him. Oh that tone, it was the one he heard so often from an accused witness, trembling in court as they tried to convince prosecution of their innocence. A jab of nostalgia hit him, followed by a woozy grin. All those times, that tone belonged to his prey, for it was always him prosecuting them. Innocent or not, if he wanted someone behind bars they would be put there, and no amount of shakiness or pleading would ever help them.
Striding up behind the duo, Everett peered into the slit of the briefcase. Curious, he glanced at Graedon and back at the case, his digimon catching the glimpse and returning an arrogant smirk. That was when the other man offered a courteous bow, and at that the lawyer couldn’t help but cackle. Graedon joined in, both cracking up mockingly as this Tridori Yaku asked away. Oh boy, he really had no clue! Rather than answer a question, Everett placed his palms on the back of the bench, leaning into the conversation. ”Nice uhh… Suit.” he remarked, throwing his own blazer over the bench, flashing the Gucci designer tags. ”You know, you sure ask a lot of questions, friend. Where’s your digimon partner?” Staring down the man, his shades glared with the sun’s reflection.
Graedon hopped off the bench and planted himself directly in front of the man, cracking his knuckles. He tapped on the briefcase with his claw, clicking about. ”A hotel? Haha! I don’t think so. And a train to Terminus, talk about being pampered! What’s wrong, that scratch on your back botherin’ ya? Can’t walk there like the rest of us?” He smiled at Yaki, almost sincerely, as if to imply humor and friendliness disguised as sarcasm.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 8, 2014 19:04:33 GMT
Yaku's faint and hopeful smile quickly turn to a look of fear as he realized what was happening. Even in this strange and backward world he was still the weakling, the fool and coward to be preyed upon by the selfish and psychopathic. "I... um... well..." Noxis would spot a bottle of something, a bunch of papers, and what appeared to be a photo of an attractive woman inside Yaku's suitcase. "P-partner? I-I don't... um... I... I don't have one... I f-f-followed a Palmon here and... I just..." He was being disoriented by Noxis' sunglasses, the reflection catching his eyes and forcing Yaku to take his own pair off.
Yaku pulled the suitcase away when he felt the digimon touch it, instinctively knowing to keep safe everything inside there. His career's worth of paperwork and employee records were in there, and if this man was as villainous as his tone set it to be, he'd be in far deeper trouble than Jonah would be in a Whamon. "I-I was just... please don't hurt me, I just want to get back to my wife... I don't have much money either... Y-you don't have to do anything, I-I won't tell anyone if you back away now..." Yaku began to back away, but tripped over a Motimon who'd failed to clear out when he moved out the rest of the in-training digimon.
As it scrambled away, Yaku was now at the complete mercy of these two, giving an uncomfortable chuckle and trying to shield himself from the beating he felt was inevitable.
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Post by Noxis on Aug 9, 2014 5:36:17 GMT
He didn’t have a partner? How in the world did this sorry excuse of a man get here without a digimon? Everett cackled at the remark, pulling out his flask and taking a swig of the whiskey he’d brought with him. As he downed the bitter liquid and placed it back inside his pocket, Rett’s eyes managed to make out a photo of what looked like a fine lass inside the briefcase. But his observation was cut short as the man yanked it away from his ursine friend.
Graedon was already having a blast, his grubby little paws instinctively gripping tighter when he felt the case slip away. A menacing look flashed in his eye as he listened to Yaku, almost weeping as he pleaded. ”Now now, let’s settle down here.” started the bear digimon in an entertained tone. ”First of all, what in hell were you thinking, following a Palmon? Yuck, those planters make me sick!” He inched forward, his body pressing lightly against the human’s knees as he reached forward at the case. ”Second of all-“ ”Second of all, you’re a god damn sap! Get up!” Everett spat out, watching the man cower away and almost crush a passing by Motimon. If he’d be this much of a pushover, he would just get Graedon to snag the case and they’d walk away. This wouldn’t even be fun.
Reaching into his pocket, Everett pulled out a half-smoked cigar and lit it back up. The cloud of smoke drifted right into Yaku’s face, intentionally of course. Graedon padded closer to the fallen human, grabbing the briefcase forcefully and spilling its contents onto the sand. ”Let’s see what you got here… oh, look at this sexay lay-deh! Fiiiine!” the digimon whistled rudely, passing the photograph to his tamer in exchange for the cigar. ”Oh hoh! Who’s this broad? No way a guy like you can know someone like her!” The arrogance was bursting from the duo, both gawking at the photograph. Graedon grinned a rather toothy smile, and headed back to the pile of spilled contents to try and pick up the bit of yen that’d spilled along with the mounds of papers. ”Man, this guy’s a real schmuck, ain’t he Rett?” remarked the Bearmon. ”No kidding pal, no kidding!” replied the tamer.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 9, 2014 18:21:34 GMT
Yaku gasped, scrambling to get the things back in his suitcase, at a closer look they would see the woman was standing closely to Yaku on a beach, not dissimilar from the one they were on now. In the photo they'd notice both Yaku and the woman wore a wedding band, and that he seemed far happier then than he was now. Yaku was able to grab the yen and papers before the sticky-fingered digimon would, almost on accident, as he clearly didn't mean to infuriate them.
Coughing at the cigar smoke he tried to put his glasses back on and to stand back up. "P-please, I don't want any trouble... I... can you please give me back my photo of my wife?" He asked, fumbling with the melon-flavored health drink. "I-it and my ring are all I have from her since I got here a week ago... P-please Rett, i-if you don't mind me calling you that, I just want to go home. I-I'm sure that a man and his partner know h-how dangerous this place would be for someone like me, r-right?"
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Post by Noxis on Aug 10, 2014 9:13:57 GMT
Yikes, this fellow was just not turning out to be the fun target he’d assumed he would be. Everett rolled his eyes at the sight of this guy. Pleading, cowering, now it was becoming redundant. The tamer glanced over at his bear digimon, who was frowning at the fact that Tridori Yaku managed to scoop up all the yen before he got to it. Of course, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t grab hold of it; no way!
Everett had already come up with a plan. Sure, his bits of yen were chump change, but it wasn’t really about the money now. At this point, both tipsy Everett and trouble making Graedon were in this, they wanted to see some action! Picking on an exhausted, scruffy looking wimp with a gash on his back may not have been the best choice, but it was something. At least the suitcase proved to hold something.
Looking down at Yaku and back at the photograph, Everett’s face lit up with an impish smirk. ”Tell ya what Tridorah,” he spouted, purposely mispronouncing the name. ”The name’s Everett, for starters. Eh-Ve-Rett!” he worded each syllable, speaking slowly. ”And I got a deal for ya, a liiiiittle proposition, so to speak.” The man waved the photograph of the woman around in the air carelessly. ”You give me whatever yen you’re holding on to there and I’ll give you back this shitty photo of yours.” At that point he slipped a lighter out of his pocket, playing with it in his palm. ”You’d better hurry up though, I ain’t got all day.”
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 10, 2014 18:41:25 GMT
Yaku looked at him flail the piece of paper around carelessly, mockingly... scornfully. As he watched his only line to his wife be played with like a toy something inside of him began to give way... and once he saw the lighter and put two and two together, it was almost like Everett was dealing with another person. Standing up, Yaku's position had shifted from cowardly to vengeful.
"NO." Came Yaku's firm response, snatching the photo from his opponent. "My wife and her visage are NOT commodities to be purchased! She is NOT a bartering chip for some empty-headed, overblown fool to try and push me around with! I don't care WHO you are, who this teddy bear is, and why you're here but the MOMENT YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OF MY WIFE-" He began jabbing his fingers into both of their chests, shoving them as violently as he could. "You have lost EVERY BIT OF FEAR YOU HAD PLACED IN ME. F**k you, f**k your bear, f**k your stupid lighter, and f**k your stupid glasses! You can do anything you want to me, but the moment you DARE use my wife is the moment you two have begun digging your own graves! I have worked ALL MY LIFE for that woman, and if you DARE THINK I WOULD LET YOU SULLY HER, YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING!"
Yaku's rant would've gone on forever if they'd allowed it, repeating how much hatred and ire he held for people who used women, saw them as nothing but objects, mocked them for no reason, how he'd been pushed and shoved all his life and how these two were the least honorable men for attacking the weakest point a man could have... of course, this whole thing left his entire body wide open for a surprise attack.
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Post by Noxis on Aug 10, 2014 20:48:24 GMT
A laugh echoed into the air as Everett felt a push on his chest. Listening to the haggard man yell was refreshing, and this was more what he was looking for. Turns out that even the shakiest chicken will freak out and go on the offensive when backed into a corner, as Everett knew all too well from his predatory days in the court room. It was just a matter of saying the right things, it was always just a matter of pushing the right button.
As Tridori stood up for himself, the duo looked over at one another, lifting one brow to each other. Graedon, excited to finally see something happen, raised his arm and motioned a yapping gesture with his hand. He chuckled, but was rudely interrupted by a pushing prod to the chest. Immediately, his chuckle morphed into a growl, his smug grin flipping around and revealing a toothy snarl. ”Watch it, bud.” said the bear in a threatening tone. ”Teddy bear, huh? You wanna see a teddy bear?” With that, Graedon began to flare up in a purple glow, his eyes filling with light as particles enveloped him. Everett’s digivice started to make noise, beeping steadily as it fed energy to the rookie digimon. ”Hey! Not too big Grae, lay low!” exclaimed the tamer as his digimon evolved.
Graedon had heard what Everett said, controlling himself and his level of energy. ”Graedon digivolve to…” His arms and legs swelled, his torso elongated and his facial features flattened. Tripling in size, the Bearmon’s skin began to lose all hair and burst open in places, revealing not flesh, but cotton. Horns and tubes shot out in various places, and his eyes receded into his skull. At last, one final tube punched out from his chest and fastened itself onto his face, like a direct gas mask from his nose to his lungs. ”Porcupamon!” This monster looked hideous, towering at a total of 10ft, looking like the outcome of an insane doctor’s splicing experiment. Spines lined every tear in his skin, his voice echoed like that of a lich king; two toned, hollow, terrifying.
The horror-esque teddy bear towered directly in front of Yaku, his warped cackle filling the air. ”Hold on Grae, give the man a second to breathe.” he passed casually. ”Not everyone’s seen real monsters before, you know. Not like you, anyway. Can’t even make eye contact with you with those stitched eyelids!” The twisted teddy giggled, his breath as audible as a scuba diver’s. ”So uh, what was that you were saying? I mean, I couldn’t make it out earlier. It’s like you were talking, but only noise was coming out.” the lawyer spoke and jeered. ”Oh and one other thing, never, ever, touch me again.”
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 10, 2014 21:16:36 GMT
Yaku backed up slowly as this... thing changed form. "It's as ugly as you are on the inside..." He said, not realizing he was speaking aloud. His heart was beating at speeds he'd never anticipated, and his mind was pounding, yelling at him for doing something as stupid as stand up for himself. Much to his own surprise, he stood his ground, staring at the two with scorn. If his wife were here she'd be telling him to run, to hide, to seek help... but despite the shaking of his knees and the beating of his heart, his mouth kept running.
"Coward, bully, cad, thief! The both of you! You have no power here! Not anymore! I'm a grown man! I have my own emotions, my own body, my own life! You may beat me, or pummel me, or humiliate me, but at the end of the day you two are less men and more ANTS. No! Not even ants! You're the stains on the pavement after an ant is stepped upon! You are less powerful than corpses, you over-privileged, pompous, dumbasses! Go ahead! ...Kill me. Take that empty, heartless, BRAINLESS MESS OF A CREATURE and smear me across the pavement! Who'll be the one respected then? The one who lost his humanity in death, or the creature that was never really human?" In a final defiant statement, Yaku took the 1000 Yen they wanted, placed it on the ground, and stomped on it the moment they'd reach for it, spitting at them.
Inside, Yaku was panicking, flailing, freaking out. He was going to die, he was going to die a slow, painful death at the hands of a monster he didn't even know for five minutes. His death wouldn't be applauded or celebrated, hell, he wouldn't even have enough remains for a proper grave. Shutting his eyes, Yaku braced for disembowling, decapitation, flaying, stabbing, being shot, being beaten, choking, drowning... any variety of horrible deaths that could be given to him... but a crowd was forming as they saw this so-called coward go on his rant, stand up for something a majority of them had never heard of.
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Post by Noxis on Aug 11, 2014 5:52:23 GMT
Despite the wimp’s forceful tone, Everett could still see how weak in the knees this guy was. Granted though, even Rett had to admit that was a pretty nice little speech. Maybe this guy had it in him to be a bit of fun? He was starting to show his teeth, would it be a matter of time before he’d bite? Then again, without a digimon partner, his bark was all the bite he could have right now.
Huffing a little, Rett shot a brief glimpse at the chump change on the sand. Nah, there was no way he’d lean down for that, not now. Before it was a teaser, just something to antagonize the other man with; at this point it would be shameful to even reach for it. Looking back at Yaku, the lawyer smirked. ”Cute speech, how long did that take you to learn?” he spoke cockily, as if the works Tridori so bravely threw out there were nothing more than a game. Really, that’s all words ever were to him anyway. ”See, yeah we’re pretty ugly inside, we know that. But at least we know how to keep ourselves held together. Cause y'know, last time I threw a tantrum like this, I was still in diapers. I grew up, I learned a thing or two about the real world. And you? Look at yourself, you might think you dress like grown man, but you’re a god damned brat.” Everett puffed on his cigar before tossing it into the pile of yen at his feet. ”You can dress a sheep in wolf’s clothing, it’s still a sheep. Grow up, Tridori, take a breath and look around you. What can you possibly do?”
Graedon, who was still towering and motionless, let out a hacking, sick sounding laugh. He reached at Yaku’s collar, looking to pick him up by the scruff of his shirt like a misbehaving cat. ”Aww, that was adorable. Hurt my feelins’, really did.” Graedon sighed a little. ”But you couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t know how your world works, but its mon-eat-mon out here. If you’re weak, you’re nothing! You sound like you come from a lovely place with rainbows and butterflies and mutual tolerance, where everyone is forced to like each other just because you’re told to. You’d better wake the hell up if you want to survive, you’re in the jungle now, pipsqueak.” Graedon huffed out, his gas mask leaking slightly with a pungent odor. ”One thing you’re right about, though,” he paused with a chuckle, the spikes in his body elongating as he inched them out. ”I definitely ain’t human.”
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Post by tridoriyaku on Aug 11, 2014 15:55:14 GMT
Upon being picked up Yaku went limp. His body did the only thing it could in this situation, the only thing it learned to do, the only thing it had ever done. He couldn't run, he couldn't fight... Yaku passed out. The smoldering yen, the disgusting gas, the horrific creature and the blades it had in him were just too much for his fragile mind and body. Despite this he kept a firm grasp on his briefcase, almost instinctively trying to keep it and whatever contents safe from anything and everything that would take it from him.
His only ticket home was gone, left a burning pile of cinders on the pavement. His only memento of his life before this digital nightmare was in the briefcase, easily able to be opened and stolen. Even though his body shielded it, a broken arm was all that was needed to take it out of his firm grasp. His conscious had retreated into his mind, to hide from the harsh reality in the terrible wall that was the deeper dreams and subconscious of his nightmares...
Once again, Yaku was dreaming... he was in the Digital Forest once more... as he looked around he would notice everything was taller than him, wider than him... stronger than him. He soon realized why this was as he looked himself over and found he was a botamon, newly hatched and left alone in this dangerous location. The fragile egg that had kept him safe had been broken by his own curiosity, exposing a dangerous, brave new world. Then... things started hurting. He felt pain, great pain, terrible, awful pain, seeming to be coming from everywhere and nowhere. He could not run, he was a newborn, he had no idea how to work his body yet. He could not crawl, no limbs or tendons apart from his ears. He could not even cry, for he had no mouth. Could this have been what happens to him when he dies? He simply returns as a creature even more powerless?
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Post by Noxis on Aug 12, 2014 0:43:52 GMT
The moment that the man’s body went limp was the moment that Everett’s sigh filled the surroundings. As the tepid air escaped his chest, the man nodded his head side to side, folding his arms in disappointment. ”You gotta be kidding me.” the man muttered under his breath. He looked at Graedon, who looked right back and shrugged. ”What now?” inquired the forlorn monster. ”Uh, just let him down. I think we’re done here.” with that, the Porcupamon released his grip, dropping the unconscious man with a thud. Luckily for Yaku, there was sand beneath them, so he wasn’t likely to feel the landing too much once he awoke.
Light evaporated into the air, particles originating from the champion digimon who was de-digivolving. A quick stream of light shot at the tamer’s hip and into the digivice, marking the end of the bear’s transformation. With a dramatically smaller frame and a much cuter face, Graedon stepped over the man’s laying body and walked over to Everett. He motioned for the lawyer’s flask, as if he was looking for a reward, and Everett handed it to him.
Unsure of what to do, Rett decided to do something right, for once. They’d had their fun, as short lived as it was, and they’d antagonized Tridori quite a bit. At last, Everett decided he would answer the lost man’s original question. ”Wait here.” he instructed his digimon partner as he strode away from the scene. ”What’re you doing, hey?! Don’t leave me here with this bub!” fretting, the Bearmon started to run after his tamer. ”I’ll be right back, just enjoy your whiskey and kick back.” With that, Graedon understood and hung back, patiently waiting for Everett to return.
The lawyer headed into town, the nearest bar he could find. After ordering a quick shot of imported sake, he asked for a napkin and a pen. Briskly and rather roughly, he drew on a map of how to get to Terminus city from Whitewater. As sketchily as it was drawn, it was clear enough to read, and with that the man returned to Tridori. He was still passed out, and Graedon was still waiting in the shade, nested comfortably at the base of a palm tree. ”Jeez, I thought I was gonna die of old age waiting for ya!” jeered the bear. ”What’cha got there? The tamer leaned down in front of the passed out man, tucked the napkin into his palm, nudging it into the vice grip he had on the suitcase. ”We had our fun, that’s just a little… token of appreciation.” Though the reason for the token was a sick one, it would at least help Tridori out in the end. Everett didn’t care for his prey, but this guy was such a damn sap, so pitiful and lost, it would be almost as bad as kicking a crippled puppy if he didn’t give him something. ”Let’s get out of here. It’s too hot, these tropics are starting to piss me off.” ”Agreed!”
With that, the two left the scene, hoping to run into some real excitement on their trek.
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