To Be or Not to Be [Open][Event]

[Dana Lowell]

Dana chuckled quietly as she watched a young woman sneaking out of the bus with a very heavy looking bag. “Deleria, I think a new player has just entered the game.” She said as she looked at her partner. “My bet is that her partner is in that bag, what do you think?” The little rookie just nodded. “I thought so, let's go and get us another tag on our collar. I know that you're a gentle soul, but this is something that needs to happen so our worlds can become one.” She stroked the head gently. “This is the only way that this can occur, we need to show Milleniummon that he has allies amongst the humans.”

“I still think that you're crazy, you're a tamer yourself.” The Kudamon said as she coiled and uncoiled around her bullet. “He may not take too kindly to you surviving after he's tried so hard to eradicate all Tamers.” Dana sighed. “I see you've had the same suspicions.”

“I was hoping that he would see that we were on the same side and... spare us from his slaughtering schemes.” She said as she sank against the wall keeping her eyes on the tamer, noting her every movement. “If we become his best hunters, we can make ourselves invaluable to him. We can keep ourselves safe.” She smiled. “We will make it through this, we just have to make sure that he knows that we're on his side enough that he allows us to remain together.”

After five minutes Dana saw the tamer move into an alley, and she gave a nod as she pulled out a knife. “Deleria, let's go and catch ourselves a rookie.” She said as she gave a small chuckle as she moved out of her own alley. The hunt was on.

It as as though the woman knew that she was being chased, her gait sped up, making Dana grin more as she tracked her down. She would feel the fear that she should have taken more care of as she stepped from the bus. Milleniummon wasn't the only one that could reach out to the world. He had her. Dana followed Deleria as she tracked the woman, no matter where she hid, the digimon would be found, the traitor would be taken care of, and the tamer... well the tamer would be no more. She would wish that she never went to Osaka. That she had never accepted her partner. She was slowing, Dana discovered, she was tiring. Dana hated the daylight, but it was the best time to hunt.

Eventually she saw the girl panting and she smirked. Silly girl was too exhausted to do much more, and she still had her Digimon cooped up in that bag she was carrying. A hearty laugh escaped her lips. “You weren't exactly hard to track.” Dana said as she played with the knife in her hands. “You aren't exactly the fastest girl out there.” She looked at the floating Digimon beside her. “Deleria had little trouble keeping up with you, now do you want to play, or do you want to run some more?”

“Why... why are you doing this?” The girl asked as she backed away some more. “Why can't you leave us be?” Dana just laughed again. “We've done nothing to you!”

“It's not what you're doing to me, its what your kind is doing to the world.” Dana said as she approached her. “Repent, give up your digimon and beg for mercy and you may survive.” The look of horror and of a stubbornness gave Dana all she needed. “Deleria, it looks like we're going to have some fun after all.”

Half an hour later and Dana was washing her hands and her blade clean of blood. The bitch hadn't given up even until the end, but that was fine. Dana enjoyed watching as the life slowly drained from her eyes. The Betamon that she was trying to protect... It had been so weak, so pathetic. It hadn't even given her much of a fight. She knew that the girl would find little rest until she was 'seen off'. She knew that there was a local shrine that she could visit, and so she decided that she would pay it a visit before heading back home.

Walking up the steps she paused for a moment. She looked at Deleria, she could feel it too. There was another tamer here! Two in such quick succession? Surely she didn't have such good fortune.

[Beatrice "Braids" Trix]

I'm reserving this. Will post tomorrow.

everybody, panic!

Man, Japan was such a big place, lots of people too, and certainly a large amount of blood roaming the streets like cattle. Behind the bustling scene of traffic lights and foreign words lay a hidden glove outside of the city, a place where eerie light gave way to the flickering candles set out in orderly fashion around ornate shrines lining the grounds. Braids had never seen such a thing before, this land foreign to her in more ways than one, but she was here for a purpose. Bailed out of jail for unknown reasons she had come to this place of promise for trouble, pure chaos. 

The plan ride from America had been...eventful, but nothing too abnormal for the blue haired, bubble popping girl who left the terminal and took her first confident steps into this brave new world. Except she knew she wasn't alone...it crept along her shoulders, a darkness, a hunting presence that hung over her skinny frame as she descended upon the city. It wasn't mere chance that Braids had been attracted to the monstrous messages whispering tales of apocalypse in her ears. She was ready to serve whatever or whoever severed her sentence. This wasn't stupid luck - it was fate.

It was then she met Keramon, an elusive character who seemed more than willing to indulge the bouncy girl of her murderous antics and wild excitement. He was a bit more withdrawn than her, but anyone would appear doped compared to her cheery nature. Yet this rookie was a born villian and made sure to let the blue haired wench that he had chosen, realize this. Of course, such an act of challenge was sniffed out a mile away, and Braids was quick to launch herself towards the demented creature and stuff him into a vicelike grip around his neck, cooing affectionately into his ear. Much too bouncy for his liking, but at least she was agreeable and suited to his nature. Perhaps he wouldn't kill her like his previous tamer.

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The daylight hours were coming to a close and the twilight was beginning anew, casting shadows that begun to stretch across the lawn of the shrine giving this place an almost eerie glow. The building seemed ancient, yet fresh paint coated the outside, red and blues and creams of all different hues. It stretched decently high, a garden at either side and stones stairs out front where people could climb and appreciate the atmosphere of this peaceful place. Far too peaceful for a certain someone's taste.

Braids was perched quite precariously on top of the shrine's roof, a traditional Japanese brim that curved along the sides. A single leg dangled off the side as she lay profile, two long braids following suit and hung suspended above the door frame. Her other leg arched over the first while her arms crossed over the back of her head and held herself aloft as she lounged quite shamelessly in a place that was meant for it to be held in respect and sacredness. Heh, not.

The Keramon, whom she affectionately nicknames Pow-Pow, scoped out the area around the shrine, unblinking green slitted eyes honed in on two approaching targets, stinking of a kill. If this woman continued further towards the shrine she would no doubt see his own tamer on the roof and point her out. Perhaps even attack her like they had butchered that other poor girl. Inch by inch a slow, wicked grin crept along his face in morbid contemplating, yet it wasn't a challenge his tamer would refuse to face. In fact, he had no doubt in his mind who would win this stand off. 

His frame slithered behind him like a mass of serpents, hands gripping high branches as he peered down at the traveling pair consisting of both the self righteous Kudamon and the brainless brat. Heh, no contest at all."Go on, go on!" His hushed whisper baited just beyond his breath as he silently egged them further up the road. Pow had only known this blue haired girl for a few days, yet already shown promise - even if she was a lunatic. 

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