Post by Quinn Blythe on Mar 9, 2014 14:10:49 GMT -7
The city was quiet, too quiet for the war that was going on outside of the walls. It was almost unbelievable how peaceful the city streets could be compared to what the people inside felt. Maybe the peace was just the mask the city was wearing, hiding away ruin and destruction.
Weird thoughts like that were going on in Quinn’s mind. He could already see the buildings of the city covered in a flashy carnival headgear decorated in neon colored feathers, shining gems and glitter. And they probably symbolize different faces too. One is like a bird, with different colored beak, another is a clown, but the most common is the mean-faced oni.
"---And then, you know, you fell on your face, broke your nose and started singing the Russian hymn for the nurses all of a sudden."
"No, I did not." Quinn turned to Keenan with a knowing smile, the digimon flying next to him as he walked through the streets of the area. "You are just making that up, why are you even doing that?"
"I thought you were spacing off." the Patamon pouted, settling on Quinn’s head and glacing down at him from above.
"I was listening, you know," though that was only partially true. Quinn did hear what Keenan was saying, but he wasn’t paying too much attention, admittedly. Luckily enough he could still remember what the digimon was talking about. "But for some reason you started talking about stupid things in the middle of your sentence," he added with a smile.
"It was just a test," Keenan admitted. Quinn stayed quiet and watched the buildings, finding no traces of the previously discovered grotesque masks. Though he could swear he saw some neon green feathers fall on the head of that old lady in front of them... "Something wrong, Quinn?"
"Nope, nothing" he replied as casually as he could, turning to the road ahead. He had his usual gear with him, which only consisted of his weird shaped sword wrapped up in cloth and carried on his shoulder with a string. People carrying wrapped swords on their backs weren’t an unusual sight in Japan even before the war started, and now some of the citizens, especially military personnel had their choice of weapon with them even inside the walls. In the end, rouge digimon can show up anywhere even with the dutiful work of the wall guards.
"Anyway, I wanted to tell I’ll go ahead and wait for you at the shop entrance. Race you there!" the Patamon shouted cheerfully and jumped off of the boy’s head to fly toward the said shop, which was still a few streets away.
"Hey, Keenan!" Quinn wouldn’t have minded a little race with the digimon, but the streets were occupied enough for the digimon to collide with anyone while he wasn’t paying attention...
Weird thoughts like that were going on in Quinn’s mind. He could already see the buildings of the city covered in a flashy carnival headgear decorated in neon colored feathers, shining gems and glitter. And they probably symbolize different faces too. One is like a bird, with different colored beak, another is a clown, but the most common is the mean-faced oni.
"---And then, you know, you fell on your face, broke your nose and started singing the Russian hymn for the nurses all of a sudden."
"No, I did not." Quinn turned to Keenan with a knowing smile, the digimon flying next to him as he walked through the streets of the area. "You are just making that up, why are you even doing that?"
"I thought you were spacing off." the Patamon pouted, settling on Quinn’s head and glacing down at him from above.
"I was listening, you know," though that was only partially true. Quinn did hear what Keenan was saying, but he wasn’t paying too much attention, admittedly. Luckily enough he could still remember what the digimon was talking about. "But for some reason you started talking about stupid things in the middle of your sentence," he added with a smile.
"It was just a test," Keenan admitted. Quinn stayed quiet and watched the buildings, finding no traces of the previously discovered grotesque masks. Though he could swear he saw some neon green feathers fall on the head of that old lady in front of them... "Something wrong, Quinn?"
"Nope, nothing" he replied as casually as he could, turning to the road ahead. He had his usual gear with him, which only consisted of his weird shaped sword wrapped up in cloth and carried on his shoulder with a string. People carrying wrapped swords on their backs weren’t an unusual sight in Japan even before the war started, and now some of the citizens, especially military personnel had their choice of weapon with them even inside the walls. In the end, rouge digimon can show up anywhere even with the dutiful work of the wall guards.
"Anyway, I wanted to tell I’ll go ahead and wait for you at the shop entrance. Race you there!" the Patamon shouted cheerfully and jumped off of the boy’s head to fly toward the said shop, which was still a few streets away.
"Hey, Keenan!" Quinn wouldn’t have minded a little race with the digimon, but the streets were occupied enough for the digimon to collide with anyone while he wasn’t paying attention...
notes: Open to anyone~ That Patamon is probably flying straight toward your character.
tags: Open~
tags: Open~