[hr][center][h2][i][color=#FF9966]Siobhan O’Riley[/color][/i][/h2]
[b][color=#FF9966]Location:[/color][/b] Gateway
[b][color=#FF9966]Skills/items used:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]

Not a video game, then. Unless everyone here had collectively decided to not know what the fuck was going on. Siobhan decided she’d err on the side of caution, anyway.

Note-to-self: [i]Probably not fake.[/i]

Siobhan was fairly entertained that someone else was ripping the faux-prophecy a new one. That it had to be an angry ball of wings, teeth and sailor-slang wasn’t worth wringing hands over. Luckily her hands stopped short of golfclapping.

The grin, though? That one remained.

The Irish lass wasn’t particular about it either way, cynicism demands she points and laughs. Skepticism asked her to bite back the urge to add a seasoning to the angry bat’s rant. Instead her attention angled to the weird device clipped on her belt.

A [i]Digivice[/i], apparently. [color=#FF9966]“Shite name.”[/color] Siobhan hummed, accent softened, fingers flexing; her techie mind finding several different ways to streamline the design.

[color=#FF9966]“What’s that?”[/color] The display was a writhing of iconography, static and several unknown error messages overlapping on top one another in an OS-style [i]hang[/i] that elicited a theatrical, deflated sigh.

The device pinged. Siobhan noticed it timed suspiciously accurately with the twitches of that weird-ass lizard thing on the ground.

-  [i]A physical manifestation of your bond.[/i]

Another ping, more desperate this time. The creature convulsed. She looked at the device again.

[color=#FF9966]“Feck.”[/color]

A single expletive in resignation, and Siobhan didn’t need more than three strides to approach the poor thing. Siobhan had clocked something about broken cycles and death. She wasn’t really listening, but instinct told her it was something to be avoided; and that the purple lizard was on the brink of it.

[color=#FF9966]“Oi, feathershite!”[/color] Siobhan gestured vaguely at Dominimon. [color=#FF9966]“What about this lad, then? I think he’s me partner.”[/color] She ducked, analyzing the wounds that looked more like digital package loss than bleeding. [color=#FF9966]“Can ye hand me the manual fer ‘m?”[/color]

Her device buzzed, now. The error clearly stating something was failing to initiate properly. [color=#FF9966]“Hey there, love. Easy.”[/color] Siobhan’s hand hovered awkwardly above the creature, unsure how to proceed.

Or if she could even do anything.

[color=#FF9966]“Right, can ye defrag yer data or somethin’? Boot in safe mode?”[/color] Her smile was wry, humour was easier. But somehow she fucking cared if this thing survived.