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[filtered → Mr. Hanekoma.]
Shibuya's parallels are affected. Whatever this is, it's spreading- A certain young lady from your favourite detour in the world's been brought over to join the fun. There goes the theory on Refinement playing a part in this, by the way.
...
I hope you've found something by now. Anyway, give me a call when you can.
[filtered → Sora.]
I don't suppose you feel like a field trip?
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Shibuya's parallels are affected. Whatever this is, it's spreading- A certain young lady from your favourite detour in the world's been brought over to join the fun. There goes the theory on Refinement playing a part in this, by the way.
...
I hope you've found something by now. Anyway, give me a call when you can.
[filtered → Sora.]
I don't suppose you feel like a field trip?
[The video comes into focus, the view mostly of Shiki's face, and Shiki smiles. When she speaks, it's enthusiastic and effusive.]
Ah, there it goes! Hello, my Lalamon said that there might be others here from my world and that using the D-terminal would be the best way to contact them. [She pauses, finger to her chin and clearly thinking.] My name is Shiki Misaki, although you might remember me better as "Green," and I'm the head seraph of Prince's fanclub - the White Angels. In addition to Prince, I like 777, Tin Pin, and D+B brand clothing. [Her voice seems to be losing some of its cheerful tone.] If any of that means anything to you, please respond.
[Shiki smiles again, although this one is a little less bright, and the feed cuts out.]
Ah, there it goes! Hello, my Lalamon said that there might be others here from my world and that using the D-terminal would be the best way to contact them. [She pauses, finger to her chin and clearly thinking.] My name is Shiki Misaki, although you might remember me better as "Green," and I'm the head seraph of Prince's fanclub - the White Angels. In addition to Prince, I like 777, Tin Pin, and D+B brand clothing. [Her voice seems to be losing some of its cheerful tone.] If any of that means anything to you, please respond.
[Shiki smiles again, although this one is a little less bright, and the feed cuts out.]
[Perhaps a week and a half after Joshua's absence, finally a call. Only the face on the screen isn't exactly Joshua's. Instead, it's that of a Renamon. Joshua stands a short distance away, his eyes elsewhere. And it's apparent, by the sky, that they're not exactly on the ground - rather on the top of a skyscraper. Snow falls behind them, and both Digimon and Chosen appear to be adequately protected against the cold with pilfered recycled attire. Joshua's in A pretty nice shirt paired with a thick blazer and this Renamon appears to be wearing a long, white scarf - kept securely about her by a certain feather used as a brooch. The clothes are things taken from abandoned apartments and abandoned stores alike so many other things. But being used for something is better than going to waste rotting in someone's closet, right?
The Renamon glances toward the terminal for a small moment, and then she glances to Joshua. He doesn't look at her. He appears quite busy watching for something else in the distance.]
Hello. I and my Chosen got to talking, and we both agree on all manner of talents, abilities, and skills which could further a lot of our collective aims and objectives being waysided and overlooked in the digital world. One of which is human combat skill. While your weapons are ineffectual upon Digimon, your training, and your lessons, should not be classed as useless alongside them.
...It is for this reason I require a master swordsman. I wish to hire a human - someone which will teach me, for a fee, the art of swordplay - as it is something I wish to add to my talents...
...Especially considering-
[Her partner finally speaks.]
Hm? Careful, now.
[And the Renamon nods.]
...I apologize.
We will return to Terminal City for the duration of my training if anyone suitable will offer their service. We thank you for your time and your consideration.
[The Renamon ends the feed with a very graceful bow.]
The Renamon glances toward the terminal for a small moment, and then she glances to Joshua. He doesn't look at her. He appears quite busy watching for something else in the distance.]
Hello. I and my Chosen got to talking, and we both agree on all manner of talents, abilities, and skills which could further a lot of our collective aims and objectives being waysided and overlooked in the digital world. One of which is human combat skill. While your weapons are ineffectual upon Digimon, your training, and your lessons, should not be classed as useless alongside them.
...It is for this reason I require a master swordsman. I wish to hire a human - someone which will teach me, for a fee, the art of swordplay - as it is something I wish to add to my talents...
...Especially considering-
[Her partner finally speaks.]
Hm? Careful, now.
[And the Renamon nods.]
...I apologize.
We will return to Terminal City for the duration of my training if anyone suitable will offer their service. We thank you for your time and your consideration.
[The Renamon ends the feed with a very graceful bow.]
We come here seeking an audience with the Chosen Children for the good of the Digital World, yet we find them playing in the streets!
Unacceptable. [Sakuyamon, Miko Mode, brandishes her haraegushi. Yep, she's pissed.]
Heed me, Chosen Children, for I will not repeat myself. With me are Petermon and Tinkermon, and they shall be given orders to stop this game at once.
They will enter one of your races, and should they win, these distractions will cease and you will focus your attentions on the villages who have been attacked, and protecting those that soon will be. Should you instead win [a bit of a condescending pause] then you may have your toys back.
Uphold your end of the bargain, Chosen Children, because we will ours. [A wave of her empty hand this time. Let the games begin.]
Connection terminated
[[ooc: MINI-EVENT IS A GO! Petermon and Tinkermon will be entering the Chain Chomp Wheel race-- a battle course, appropriately enough-- so start your engines and get to racing! The race doesn't need to get to completion-- you just have to knock out their balloons. Should the two NPCs have three or less between them, then you win and you can race in Rainbow Road! Good luck!
In addition, if you haven't gotten your Digimon to get to Champion level yet, then feel free to do so now, because you'll need all the help you can get to win.]]
Unacceptable. [Sakuyamon, Miko Mode, brandishes her haraegushi. Yep, she's pissed.]
Heed me, Chosen Children, for I will not repeat myself. With me are Petermon and Tinkermon, and they shall be given orders to stop this game at once.
They will enter one of your races, and should they win, these distractions will cease and you will focus your attentions on the villages who have been attacked, and protecting those that soon will be. Should you instead win [a bit of a condescending pause] then you may have your toys back.
Uphold your end of the bargain, Chosen Children, because we will ours. [A wave of her empty hand this time. Let the games begin.]
Connection terminated
[[ooc: MINI-EVENT IS A GO! Petermon and Tinkermon will be entering the Chain Chomp Wheel race-- a battle course, appropriately enough-- so start your engines and get to racing! The race doesn't need to get to completion-- you just have to knock out their balloons. Should the two NPCs have three or less between them, then you win and you can race in Rainbow Road! Good luck!
In addition, if you haven't gotten your Digimon to get to Champion level yet, then feel free to do so now, because you'll need all the help you can get to win.]]
Me and Viximon are going to be out for a while. Don't wait up, and all that. My doors locked, so in case you're thinking of having any slumber parties in my absence you'll have to share beds. Mines not up for grabs.
Anyway, I have good news, and bad news. Care for any of it?
Anyway, I have good news, and bad news. Care for any of it?
[the post opens to Terriermon setting up the D-T. She taps her chin for a moment before speaking.]
So I’ve been thinking of doing something new with my ears.
[She holds them up, twisting them up into a bun, then huffing and pulling them back like a ponytail]
But I don’t like not having them free encase I need to glide. Ugh, it’s so frustrating. I mean, I’m the only Terriermon around here for NOW, but who knows how that’ll last. A girl needs to be able to stand out.
Oh, maybe an accessory would be better? A scarf or bow… no, no ribbons are too childish! I need jewelry. Neku! Hey come’er
[Neku ambles on screen, looking exasperated]
What color do you think I’d look good in? What goes good with green?
…how the hell should I know? If I never have to think of fashion again it’ll be too soon.
WOW, what a party kill. Hey, digivolve me real quick.
WHAT, no!
YES! I need to think of something that will look good with both my forms, and that’s easiest if people can get a good look!
Tch, fine.
[Digivice out, and in a flash she’s BlackGatomon. She poses in front of the screen a little, swaying hips and lashing tail]
So, yeah, a queen cat like me needs jewelry. But silver or gold is the real question.
Gatomon I can’t afford that!
We’ll think of something, and don’t call me that. I’m BLACKGatomon. If you can’t get it right just call me Terri like you do when I’m a Rookie. Might as well hop in on that trend before I’m just another cute bunny that everyone and their aunt is paired up with.
Ugh, god I hate you.
[She hops up into his arms and gives him a kitty head butt]
Yeah, well I love you, so you’ll just have to deal.
[Neku blushes, and hides his face behind her ear, mumbling too low for the camera to hear]
Awww, you stupid bitch, you’re lucky you’re cute or I wouldn’t put up with this hot-cold act of yours.
Well...If there's one that teleportin' mess was good for, it was gettin' me outta the slammer.
[It seems to be the reason why he's smirking like a silly loon.]
So me and Eden, got ta talkin' and were wonderin', is any intrested in gettin' a poker night together or somethin'? Little bit of gamblin' to take the edge off, ya know?
[Eden glares at Mr. H, who laughs at her a bit.]
Right, right. Adults only of course.
[Private to J]
Sup, Watson, find anything else out?
[It seems to be the reason why he's smirking like a silly loon.]
So me and Eden, got ta talkin' and were wonderin', is any intrested in gettin' a poker night together or somethin'? Little bit of gamblin' to take the edge off, ya know?
[Eden glares at Mr. H, who laughs at her a bit.]
Right, right. Adults only of course.
[Private to J]
Sup, Watson, find anything else out?
Um...
You probably don't want to talk to me. But I wanted to say I'm sorry. Really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry for what happened the other day.
[Blue foxblob! And she takes a (much needed) large inhalation of air.]
...I didn't do anything but hide. I shouldn't have hidden. I should have spoke to him myself. I'm so sorry.
You probably don't want to talk to me. But I wanted to say I'm sorry. Really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry for what happened the other day.
[Blue foxblob! And she takes a (much needed) large inhalation of air.]
...I didn't do anything but hide. I shouldn't have hidden. I should have spoke to him myself. I'm so sorry.
[Today's broadcast is brought to you by Shepard's D-Terminal... But she's not on the screen. Nor is Monodramon. Instead, it's shaky footage taken from eye level, and it very rapidly becomes apparent that it's battle footage. From Shepard's helmet.]
[Of the first 7 and a half minutes of this. (Spoilers for the end of Mass Effect 2! Those who don't want to watch all 7 minutes can get the gist from the first thirty seconds and a quick glance at 6:10.)]
[Why? Well. Shepard figured out how to transfer files from her helmet's eyepiece to her D-Terminal, and determined that clip dangerously classified and disturbing enough to flat up delete, rather than risk anyone stumbling upon it.]
[And Monodramon has just broadcast it to the entire network by mistake.]
[Of the first 7 and a half minutes of this. (Spoilers for the end of Mass Effect 2! Those who don't want to watch all 7 minutes can get the gist from the first thirty seconds and a quick glance at 6:10.)]
[Why? Well. Shepard figured out how to transfer files from her helmet's eyepiece to her D-Terminal, and determined that clip dangerously classified and disturbing enough to flat up delete, rather than risk anyone stumbling upon it.]
[And Monodramon has just broadcast it to the entire network by mistake.]
[Ever since Iori posted the finding of a new Dark Area, Elec Man was antsy. He was better then he was before, locking himself away from everyone, but still it was not something to easily get over. That place was pure evil and he regretted ever stepping foot in there.
The thought made him hurt, as he remembered the pain from the scratches and psuedo-memories he had in there.]
As one of the three people that braved and triumphed in the Dark Area last time, it is our duty to make sure no one else makes the preposterous mistake of foolhardily going into that place; or any like it. It's an vile and unseemly area that no one in their right mind should ever enter.
You may...
[He paused for a good minute, the mic still recording as he tried to calm himself down.]
Inquire to what I encountered in it.
The thought made him hurt, as he remembered the pain from the scratches and psuedo-memories he had in there.]
As one of the three people that braved and triumphed in the Dark Area last time, it is our duty to make sure no one else makes the preposterous mistake of foolhardily going into that place; or any like it. It's an vile and unseemly area that no one in their right mind should ever enter.
You may...
[He paused for a good minute, the mic still recording as he tried to calm himself down.]
Inquire to what I encountered in it.
