Friendly Fire [Braids/Dana]

[Beatrice "Braids" Trix]

everybody, panic!

One big boom. That was too simple. It paid for a much more spectacular entrance to have many different explosions, and her playground? Hiroshima city. It was ironic, in a way, that more would pester the poor city as it had done in the past. She had often wondered what if the entirety of Japan was lost to the bombs dropped on it so long ago. What if the Japanese hadn't surrendered and continued to march on till their deaths? A wide smile launched itself across her face, frozen in place as she perched along a high outcrop of building, nestling her thin body between the ledge over a window as she fiddled with the wires in front of her.

Scowling as she became inevitably entangled in the mess, she cussed loudly above the traffic before finally squeezing the mass beside her after wrestling with her boot. Bright magenta eyes returned to the sky in front of her, her grin quick to return and good mood rekindled. She blinked towards the device in her hand, relayed clumsy between the window and the ledge where she sat. It only required a single muscle twitch of her little finger and the whole sky would be alight in flame, igniting the night air in colors and chaos.

Then boom.

Braids finger pressed down, adding weight to the fuel of her desire. Immediately the low lying explosions lit into the air, sending streams of smoke before exploding, sending an array of dangerous fireworks across her complete field of vision. She hollarded and whooped in delight as a traffic light plummeted across the sidewalk, narrowly missing an intersection and an army of cars. She gazed at the colors; blue, red yellow, orange, green, purple, the entire spectrum alight as flame licked the sky. Screams of confusion only caused her grin to widen, baring gleaming white teeth as she hoped down her ledge and jumped down the fire escape.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck!" She squealed as she rushed down the stairs, braids blowing behind her as she reared the corner, only to grab the ledge and jump down to the ground. Heart pounding within her chest, she ran down the street, completely ignoring the fact that she was trailing a few color coded wires over her shoulders as she launched herself into the nearby park. She rounded sharply, the lights and flame slow to descend, and she savored the images and sounds of people around her, cries of confusion in her ears.

Braids chuckled, merely setting herself down upon a park bench to watch the chaos unfold. Behind her crept a familiar shadow, yet she was too entranced with her work to notice a slim, tentacled figure creep up behind her, outstretching a hand to caress the top of her head fondly, amused as well as pleased with his tamer's dangerous sense of fun.

"Oh, Pow - look at all the pretty colors! The sound of them firing - the people, the wreck! Oh! It was perfect." She fawned towards the Keramon without breaking her sights.

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[Dana Pershing]

THAT TRUTH HURTS AND THOSE LIES HEAL

[attr="class","amv"] The park was, well, a park. It had teenagers kissing, dogs sniffing, old people contemplating life, and psychotic girls covered in wi... no wait, that wasn't a part of the usual. Actually it might be, he's new to Japan after all. The norm or not, he liked the mess she was. He raised his head to see where she had come from, but couldn't see enough to satisfy him. He was just in that direction fifteen minutes ago, perhaps he should have taken his nightly stroll with far more leisure. What was done, was done. He smiled at the thought of the blue haired girl having many others like her here, and considering the populous that was more likely than it sounded. He wasn't going to leave it at that and walk away. His partner would have none of that. Partner was probably the wrong word, because partners discussed their next move with each other, and not at each other, or rather the other. A flame with a face, similar to those bombs in Final Fantasy, floated towards the female, and the Digimon his own human failed to notice. Sure the girl had partially blocked it from view, but couldn't he sense it anyway? Humans were truly pathetic, imperfect beings. Still, there was potential... yes, he just was going to have to polish the boy with gusto, blood and tears being a possibility. Dana was not happy for the tough love, of all the kinds of love it felt the most suffocating to him. Pulling his hat down to cover his eyes he hoped that the streets lamps were dim enough so that the miss and her Digimon wouldn't see the blush forming on his cheeks. He really didn't like this, but he made a promise. The flame promised him a world full of discord if Dana in turn obeyed. So he did, and it was easy. He was a follower, and would much rather be displeased with decisions than make his own, even some of his own. Partners really was not the right word. "Fantastic show my dear." The fireball bowed, or that's what it appeared he was doing. It was difficult to tell. He had a sparkle in his eyes of a wise old miser and yet the poise of a spry young gentlemen. In this he and Dana were two peas a in pod. Both knew how to exploit pleasantries in order to see their interests flourish. Of course the young man was not alone, so faking a smile wasn't necessary. He had a genuine one plastered onto his face when he had first saw her, but now nerves would only distort it if he were to raise his lips again. coded by electric of gs

[Beatrice "Braids" Trix]

everybody, panic!

Keramon appreciated his tamer's sense of style to the wires dangling haphazardly around her frame to the crazed look in her eyes as she gazed approvingly towards her handiwork. The lights had begun to fade but their was still a spark in the air, a light of danger, uncertainty. The smoke had begun to clear into a soft fog that blanketed the inner city, and the screams had reclined down to frenzied murmurs. What had happened in that intersection? Were there any casualties? Who could have done this? Was it some sort of surprise but planned event? Oh God, she hoped someone died for her entertainment. If not caught in the crossfire, then trampled by fleeing crowds.

"Oh, I saw it." He confirmed, wriggling slightly as he fell into the moment."If only we could accomplish such things on a larger feat." The Keramon's grin widened, imagining the creature he would lead on a blue leash, to be unleashed onto a weakened world to create chaos where there was tranquility. Confrontation where there was only peace. He remembered every one of the girl's "crimes", marking her as a criminal and targeted by the authorities. Such potential shouldn't go to waste - he had to bring her to his fold. Braids seemed eager for his company and longed for the power that he possessed.

She was a rare one, and she was all his.

His body angled towards her, yet faltered, tentacles wriggling uncomfortably as he felt a familiar presence. It was a digimon, yet he could sense it was merely a rookie. It didn't mean that it was harmless, however, if he was anything like he was at heart, or lack of one. Pow drew back, rounding slowly upon the nearing warmth that formed into the shape of a Candlemon, its grinning flame mouthing words of compliment.

Two blue braids whipped around, accusingly towards the fire. Eyes widened and lips parted into a wide grin as Braids leaped to her feet, nearly toppling the bench where she previously sat. She rocked to the side, swaying her hips with a certain kind of swagger as she bathed in the creature's admiration, giggling loudly."You liked it, Fire-fly? In that case, I like you, yes I do! You are totally made up of fire.' She leaned in closer, flashing him a crooked smirk."I like fire." She shivered despite the temperature being a few degrees warmer near the creature, excitement in her eyes.

She knew that where there was a digimon such as this, there would be a human close by.

"And who's this?" Asked the bulbous creature at her side, slitted unblinking eyes casting a predatory glance towards the green haired boy that stepped beside the sentient fire. His fingers unhinged from his bony sides, sliding in the air towards this new human, this emerald haired oddity. He had a sense for emotion and was not keen to be directed in any shape of form. Braids might be clueless in such matters, but he was another thing entirely.

His energy; unlike that of his own tamer, more subtle and collected, yet delicious all the same. Crooked fangs peeked from his jaws, mildly wondering what flavor his flesh would be, before drawing back. Ignoring the actions of Pow, the blue haired woman turned, staring at the boy in front of her. Assessment was in order. Her head shifted from the candle to the boy and back as she twirled a wire around her finger."So what about you, Jade Head?" She questioned, almost seriously, face forced into a contemplating frown. The edges of her lips twitched, as if aching to smile at her fun. Her back bent forward, edging closer to the boy who wanted to hide behind his hat. Pulsing her lips, she continued."Do you like my pretty, pretty fireworks?"

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