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In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse

Archie spoke up first, and Keaton listened, feeling an edge of guilt sharpening as he spoke. ‘Aim me… I can buy us time.’ That was precisely what she’d been thinking, because she’d seen him transform enough to know how much damage he could do, how much control he had, and how friend and foe could bleed together under the wrong circumstances. Was she scared of him? Of him as a human, no, but the risk he posed? Of course. If she were a more wary person, or if circumstances had been different, perhaps she would have suggested that he stayed behind. Bringing him was as risky as it was helpful, but in this case they numbered few among the ship and every set of powers had its use. So she silenced her doubts, silenced the part of her that wanted to be nervous around him, telling it that having him around was helpful, that it would benefit everyone more in the end. And it was easy to do that, given how unassuming he looked and acted, just like how it was easy to pretend that the guilt didn’t cut.

The introduction of Packet into their plans was a welcome one, considering how much the ship relied on Cara, and Keaton felt a rush of admiration for Eli. She’d known that Eli wasn’t one to sit on her hands, but to go and find a way into the Spire all on her own was impressive. From the way she spoke of Packet—‘the guy,’ ‘my source’—Keaton figured them not too close, so how trustworthy was he? And was he more of a glitch or a virus in the face of Cara?

When Eli brought up why she originally decided not to go, and why she was deciding to now, though, Keaton understood. Her own reasoning echoed similar themes, but was fundamentally different all the same. For one, while she knew the likelihood of the plan working wasn’t high, Keaton never had to worry about going alone. If she was ever going, she knew she’d be bringing others. Her power, or lack thereof, left no room for argument. It’d be an all or nothing effort. On the other hand, while family was also at the forefront of her concerns, Keaton’s dad was getting by on his own. Sure he needed to pretend that Keaton was a-okay up in the sky to do so, but he was living on. She wanted him to move on, remarry, and have more kids, even. At one point in her life, getting siblings had been her dream, but now it was hers for her father.

But she’d wanted lots of things. She’d wanted normalcy, security, and comfort, but she’d also wanted to be honest with her father. And she couldn’t have all those things. Choosing normalcy meant choosing a life of fear and lies. Choosing security meant giving up comfort and normalcy. Choosing to be honest with her father? That’s how she ended up here. She could blame it on the stress, perhaps, or on her lack of belief in conspiracy theories. How was she to know the government really was tapping calls? But at the end of the day, Keaton blamed it on herself, on how naive she’d been to think that she could go on as usual despite being a para. Life for her fundamentally changed the moment she realized she had powers, and wanting, wishing to go back? That was her mistake.

It wasn’t much justification compared to the others’. She had no lofty goals, no real drive to do good. She was simply present and able, and she figured it not to be the worst way to go out. At least it was better than ducking her head and feigning ignorance for the rest of her life. Compared to that, a chance at helping her friends find redemption and doing the right thing didn’t sound bad at all.

Natalie’s story confirmed some of Keaton’s suspicions and vastly overshadowed others. It’d been obvious that something had happened to her, but what that something turned out to be was more horrifying than Keaton would’ve ever thought. Project Lion? Giving non-paras powers? Natalie had been a para turned para, but… it’d worked, hadn’t it? In some twisted, awful way, those people had managed to produce results. That meant it wasn’t over for Project Lion, meant that Project Promise had another shred of validity.

Amelia spoke, then Nic, who revealed his power readily. It was a strange concept. Spores that could infect others and allow him to peer through their eyes—that was pretty vague, but she’d follow up with a few necessary questions. After.

Lynn came in with the sense, reiterating the goal. The children. But where was the line between Lynn and a child? Was it the years or the innocence that made the difference? As for the escape pods, there wasn’t much to decide between for Keaton. The kind of life she’d find through an escape pod wasn’t the kind she was looking for. They were an option, not a goal.

“Finding the escape pods would probably take some work, so we need to decide whether that’s a priority for us,” Keaton said, looking between the table. “It doesn’t sound like anyone’s first priority is to escape, but we should decide now. When given the chance, do we head towards the escape pods or the kids? Do we expect to split up immediately, or at all?”

She looked to Eli. “And Packet. Is there no way he’d agree to come with us? It’s not a guarantee, but he’d probably be helpful with breaking the kids out or accessing the escape pods.” Or just getting through doors, really, but that was a given. “Do you think you can convince him? And do you trust him enough to try? He’d be in a prime position to alert Cara, and I doubt he’ll get in much trouble if he turns us in.”

“Either way, we should probably share our powers too, if only to make things easier for Nic. No reason he has to get into this without knowing who he’s getting into this with,” Keaton said, glancing to Nic. “I’ll start. In cases where I’m guessing and have enough information, my power tells me when I make a correct guess.”
In Digimon: Synchronicity Of The Shooting Stars (On Hiatus) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Cavan Maynard
New York || Midnight

“Y-you can talk?” Cavan shut his mouth. Of course it could. Digimon could talk in the game—were said to be intelligent, sometimes even smarter than humans. “Then why? How are you here?” he asked, sliding back into bewilderment. “Aren’t you a video game character?”

The Tunomon narrowed its eyes, its teeth flashing. “Tell me what you are, first,” it growled. “And why you brought me to this… this…” Its eyes flicked between the bed, the pile of clothes by the closet, and the lamp before focusing back on Cavan. “Place.”

“You mean my room?” Cavan asked, brows furrowing.

“So it is your den!” the Tunomon snarled. “If you think I’m going to go down easy, think again! I’ll rip your face off and tear your limbs from—”

“Woah, calm down, I’m not going to hurt you!” Cavan raised his palms. “I just—I saw you outside, and you were—you’re a digimon, you know?”

“Yeah, so?” the Tunomon asked, its teeth still bared. “And you’re not?”

“Me? No, I’m a person. Human. Definitely not a digimon.”

This time it was the Tunomon who looked confused, though its teeth remained fully in view all the same. “I don’t believe you,” it asserted with a growl.

“Hey, I’m telling the truth, okay?” Cavan said, waving his palms.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“I… I just…” Cavan paused. Why had he brought the Tunomon inside? It’d been a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing for sure, but past that…

“Cuz you’re a Tunomon,” he said at last. “Cuz I thought… I thought you being here might have something to do with me.”

The Tunomon narrowed its eyes, and Cavan waved his palms again.

“Look, I don’t know, okay? It’s just that in Digimon—Tamers, the game—my character’s a Tunomon. Well, he was before I digivolved him, but he was a Tunomon originally, and…” Cavan frowned. “Are you a guy? Are you… my character?”

The Tunomon closed its mouth and stared at him. “I get it,” it said at last. “You’re crazy.”
Alice Takigawa
Tokyo || Evening

Alice opened the door to her apartment, locked it behind her, and made a beeline for her room. Setting her school bag by her desk, she sat down at her desk and turned on her computer, clicking the mouse impatiently as she waited for the system to boot. The group raid was more than four hours away, but raiding was never her first priority. Sure it was important, considering that some items only dropped during raids, but Alice wasn’t in it for the items or experience, or even the game, sometimes. No, she was in it for the people. Years of chatting, battling, and growing with the same group had led her to make more than a few good friends, and she meant it literally when she said that she had stayed in the game for the people and not for the game itself. Even if she claimed that they’d supported her through her highs and lows and ups and downs without knowing a thing, that wouldn’t be untrue, because she’d been playing for that long now. In fact, she’d been playing for so long that could go through all the motions of opening the game, signing in, and shrinking the window down so that she could just look at the chatbox, all without looking. It wasn’t a skill she was particularly proud of, but it was a skill she possessed and considered vital to her daily routine. Case in point.

@D00rmaus Hey Mau, hope u had a good day today!
Synchai

Alice grinned. Synchai, or Kelly, was one of her closest friends in the game. So close that they’d traded contacts years ago, but messaging each other while online was something they’d never stopped doing.

@Synchai Chai!! I’m doing good (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
You?
D00rmaus

@D00rmaus Good too! I’m so glad the raid came together. Planning was such a pain but its paying off
Synchai

@Synchai Of course it did, you deserve it (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
What chu up to now? ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
D00rmaus

@D00rmaus Grinding some credits, u?
Synchai

@Synchai Just chatting (~˘▾˘)~
Good luck though! Hope you get a rare (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
D00rmaus

@D00rmaus Thanks Mau, see u at the raid then~
Synchai

@Synchai See you (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
D00rmaus

Though few other messages cropped up, it seemed like most people weren’t online yet, which made sense. It was prudent to use the hours before the raid to get everything out of the way, if only to guarantee that there wouldn’t be any disruptions during the raid. Hence why she had her homework open in her main tab.

A thump sounded from behind the wall, and Alice froze. Judging by the direction it came from, it had to have come from the balcony, but that made no sense. She lived on the fifth floor, and though she usually walked up the stairs, that was still too tall for anyone to be climbing up to. So, it probably wasn’t a person. Probably a bird, or a stray ball someone threw for some unknown reason. Probably.

But, it’d been pretty heavy. And Alice was home alone. Sure, she usually was, given how late her parents worked, but she’d also never had to deal with sounds coming from the balcony. Sounds, plural, because there was another, and another, and another.

Slowly, she rose from her chair, eyes flicking around her room as she looked for something with leverage. After a moment of deliberation, she settled for the bonsai plant on her window sill, which had a clay pot that was somewhat throwable in shape. It wasn’t the best weapon, but it was something, a gift from grandmother or not.

Attempting to get to the living room quietly wasn’t too hard given the socks and floorboards situation, but her heartbeat was loud and she kept worrying she’d slip and fall and give away her presence. Still, she managed, making it to her door and peeking around the corner at the balcony door. It was… empty. The balcony was empty.

“What the,” she muttered, straightening and walking over to the door. She definitely heard something earlier. Multiple somethings, even, but where—

She screamed. Well, shrieked, in a pitch higher than she’d like to claim and at a volume louder than she’d want to admit. But there, huddled at the side of the door, previously obscured by the potted plant beside it, was a shock of bright purple hair and large orange eyes.

It moved, and she shrieked again, scrambling back from the sliding door in such a rush that she dropped the bonsai pot she’d been holding. It hit the floor, shattering with a dull crack, its contents scattering across the living room floor, but Alice was too busy focusing on it. It, whatever it was, was alive, and it moved, crawling—walking?—walking towards her on stubby legs, its mouth rimmed with jagged edges as it looked at her, meeting her eyes.

“Hello. Um. Sorry to bother you,” it said, “but do you happen to know where we are?”

Alice shrieked again, tripping onto the sofa now, then continued to slide back across it, using her legs to kick her away from the door. It was talking.

“Hi, yes, um, I’m not going to hurt you!” It waved a leg at her. “I’m just lost. And hungry. Could you spare some food too?”

Okay, now Alice screamed.
Afton Reimer
Los Angeles || Early Morning

With a piece of buttered toast in her mouth, Afton clicked away, her other hand matching buttons to each click with practiced ease. The raid was on, and though she was still tired, she wasn’t about to back out of something she’d agreed to do. Beyond the fact that Chai was annoying to cross, and beyond the fact that she needed a particular item that might drop during the raid, there was the fact that she hated going back on her word. There were times when she let people down, yes, but in that case she wouldn’t have committed. Shouldn’t have, in this case, but how was she to know what could’ve, and had, happened?

A shift sounded from behind her, and she adjusted her bite on the toast. “Fooths on the floor besithe you,” she managed, her eyes flicking between her character, her teammates, and the rogues on screen.

“W-what?”

She spat her toast out, letting it drop onto her plate with a small puff of crumbs that stayed within the edges of the plate. “Food’s on the floor beside you.”

More shifting, then some chewing, then the sound of small thumps as the Hopmon came into view in her peripheral vision. She glanced over, registering confusion in the bacon-stuffed face, and refocused on her screen. “You don’t like bacon?”

“No ith gwood,” More chewing, then a swallow as the Hopmon stilled, staring at her. “Afton?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah.” The rogue leader was close to death now. So far, Afton had been running Justimon’s Blitz Arm, but she was now switching over to the Critical Arm to get a better chance of landing the final blow.

“You’re a human?”

“Yeah.” Just a few more attacks to go.

“And I’m in the human world…”

“Yeah.” Synchai was furiously DMing her, but Afton had resolved to ignore her. No reason she had to be that helpful.

“Did I fall asleep last night?”

“Yeah.” The definition of “enough” was applicable here.

“I ate too much ‘pizza’...”

“Yeah.” This was starting to grate on her nerves.

“And humans don’t have abilities…”

The raid ending banner popped up on her screen, and Afton exhaled, noting with satisfaction that she’d landed the last blow, which meant she got the bonus loot too. Then, turning to the Hopmon, she stared at him, stared at the gleam of grease on his mouth, at the mess of leftover bacon pieces on the floor.

“Yeah,” she said, grabbing her plate and rising from her seat. Then, retrieving the other plate from the ground beside her bed, she made for the kitchen, tossing her toast and placing both plates into the sink, rolling up her sleeves as she got the water running.

“What are you doing?” the Hopmon asked, bouncing over.

“Washing the plates,” Afton replied, sudsing up the sponge. “My dad’s getting up in an hour. You’re gonna have to be quiet then.”

“Your dad?” The Hopmon looked behind him towards the direction of the snores, and Afton looked at the Hopmon.

“Stay still,” Afton said, plucking the Hopmon from the ground and sliding him into the sink.

“Wh-what are you—”

“Washing you. You have bacon grease and dirt on you.” Afton scrubbed him lightly with the sudsy sponge. “I decided to wait until you woke up.”

“Is this how humans clean themselves?” the Hopmon asked, stilling his struggles.

“No.” Maybe she should’ve gone with her gut and toweled him off while he was asleep. He was a pretty heavy sleeper.

“… Okay.”
In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Lakewatch Town || Day 5: Noon || @PlatinumSkink

“Fifteen meter range, three second firing rate, can’t hit moving targets, one minute ETA,” Eryn said, ticking off fingers. “So, someone should stand right in front of the cracked wall, or somewhere between the wall and the hallway so that the Claydol will be aiming at the wall when it aims at them.” She nodded. “Sounds good. No questions. Three second firing rate is lots of time to zig-zag, and there’s lots of stuff to hide behind too,” she said, grinning. “Sit tight and I’ll get that Claydol to you in no time.”

One minute wasn’t a lot of time, so Eryn jogged her way back to the hallway where the Claydol would patrol to. Upon arrival, she looked around, then hid behind a large pipe at the corner where the hallway being patrolled met the hallway leading to the designated room. Despite the grin on her face, she could feel the adrenaline in her veins, and she felt a thrill of fear when she spotted the Claydol coming down the hallway towards her. Her Pokemon weren’t here to protect her this time. It was just her and her legs, and maybe her voice, if Claydol even had earbuds. All it’d take was one Psybeam, and she was going to make sure that Psybeam hit the correct target.

“Hey, Claydol, over here!” she called, stepping out from behind the pipe as soon as the Claydol was close enough to the corner. “Come over here!”

And with that, she took off running, ducking behind a pipe further down the hallway to wait for the Claydol to turn the corner. Slow but steady was the strategy here, interspersed with bouts of fast to get her out of harm’s way. Get the Claydol to the center of the room, huh? Doable. Very doable, though—on account of the possibility of getting Psybeamed—not totally easy.



In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 6 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Pebbles “Pebs” Meyers
@Alamantus@Vertigo

“Yes! Nice!” Pebs said, grinning and raising a hand to high-five Duncan. A humming noise to her right, though, distracted her, and she looked over in time to catch the wall disappear before her eyes.

“O-okay, did that wall just disappear, or is it just me?” Pebs asked, laughing nervously. After a beat, though, she approached the new entrance slowly, looking between the other three paths. Upon seeing the doorway to the right, though, she frowned, brows furrowing as she jogged over to peek her head in. The room through the doorway looked strangely familiar, almost like—

She took a step back, stunned, then took a few more “H-how?” The sinking feeling in her gut bordered on nausea. “How is this room here? Didn’t… didn’t the maze take us away from this room?”

Her head snapped up as she looked around again, then down as she reopened the map that they’d been using, thoughts whirling. “W-what is this?” she asked, not registering her trembling hands. “I-I don’t understand. If that’s where we came in from,” she said, pointing at the new room, the old room, the room with the plant and radio and way back to the start, “and… and that’s where we just came from,” she said, pointing at the room with the obstacle course, which led directly away from them, away from the room that it should have connected to, “then… then…”

Then… how did that make sense? It made no sense. The maze was supposed to lead them somewhere, not back where they started. The wall wasn’t supposed to just disappear, and a room they’d headed away from wasn’t supposed to connect to the room they’d arrived at, wasn’t supposed to just grow a new hallway after appearing out of thin air.

“This… this is impossible, right?” she asked, looking to Duncan, her eyes stinging. “Everything… everything made sense up until now. Not completely, but it made sense. We got kidnapped, and some... twisted person wanted us to go through this maze, but this…”

She grasped for words, but she couldn’t find any. This was impossible, but here she was, looking at the impossible. The maze led right back to where they’d started. Who was to say, then, that they’d ever get out at all?
In Naruto: Odyssey → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay


In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse

The park was quiet, as was the area around it. People biked or ran past now and then, but the road was far enough away from the bench that the noise was minimal. Whether that made her feel safer, though, was questionable. Same for the paper bag of flour she’d brought with her, which sat atop the bench beside her, its neatly folded opening contrasting with its otherwise crumpled appearance. Even if she opened the bag and threw flour around the place, she’d still feel exactly as safe as she did now because if the faceless wanted to stop her, they would’ve already done so. It wasn’t particularly hard, with the resources at their disposal. If their group wasn’t being flagged down for congregating at the bench, that meant someone was either protecting them or turning a blind eye. Who, though, was the question. Cara was a good candidate for either, but given that she’d given up every opportunity to turn Keaton in, Keaton doubted it. Gennedy seemed even more unlikely, especially after the fiasco at the loading bay. So that left two possibilities: Someone she’d yet to learn of, or the person the faceless served.

From the street, the group appeared together, and Keaton gave them a single wave, smiling. They really had to risk coming together, huh? But it was just as well. Again, someone was turning a blind eye, so this didn't matter. Her smile faltered slightly as she spotted someone she didn’t recognize. Or, she did. From the loading bay, the guy who threw some sort of explosive at Archie. But also from the campfire. Nicholas. Why was he here? More importantly, why was everyone okay with it? But, at the same time, Keaton knew it was fine. What was one more person who wanted to help? Worst case scenario, he was a double agent, but he’d be a pretty dumb one if he thought putting himself between all of them was a good way to get intel. So, worst case scenario, he probably wasn’t a spy. Because he wasn’t.

With that out of the way, Keaton refocused on her friends. There was Lynn, shortest and surliest beside Amelia, whose power often failed to precede her personality. Even from a distance, Keaton could make out the changes to Lynn’s appearance, but in comparison… she looked better. Like herself, even, with the usual scowl and shifting gaze.

Then there was Eli, who looked like she’d seen better days. Keaton realized she probably should’ve checked in with her after leaving the hospital, but it’d always been easier taking care of others. They’d catch up later, then. Hopefully.

Beside her was Nicholas, who was, well, alright. So there was that. But who was Keaton to judge at this point? She hadn’t judged Archie and Amelia, and the two looked fine. Well, Archie looked—was—a bit taller than usual, and they didn’t look like they did at Homecoming, but a lot had happened between then and now. Plus, this wasn’t the time or place, so maybe a little discomfort was better for everyone.

“So,” Keaton said when the group was close enough, “Nicholas, right? I’m Keaton, and you’re not a spy, but are you sure you want to stick around? We’re about to discuss doing something infinitely more stupid than throwing an explosive at a giant lizard so if you’re staying, know that you’re going to be involved.”

She paused, looking around the group as they seated themselves. “Phones,” she said when everyone was sitting, pulling hers out and turning it off. When everyone had done the same, she looked to Lynn, then nodded. “Right. So. This probably isn’t that surprising, but Lynn and I have been poking around the ship for the past few months. Originally, we were just looking for holes in the story. The Promise, with a pristine record that suddenly shatters when we come around? Seemed like an unlikely coincidence. I’m sure you all know by now, but the Promise has been covering their tracks for years now. The incident with the escaped prisoners? Not a word back on earth. Homecoming and Ariana? Barely mentioned, even on-ship. But this time, in the loading bay, word got out. Not because they wanted it to, but because of the live stream. So for the first time, the world is getting news of what actually happens up here, and the staff is getting backlash.

“Now, one of the main things we’ve been looking into is the possibility of there being children on board. Technically, there shouldn’t be any children, but the Promise has lied before. Plus, where better to carry out human experiments than somewhere off-planet, somewhere where people can be contained and erased if needed? We already know they keep dangerous paras like Salamandra up here—para criminals who have no business up here, who should’ve been killed years ago. And what we’ve dug up, well, there’ve been a few things,” she said, ticking off fingers. “Lynn found a doll tagged with an inmate number in the woods, and I’ve found pacifiers and children's’ books in the supply caches they bring aboard. And the timing lines up; the Promise has been around for seven years. Seven years—more than enough time for a kid to get to reading their first books, even if they were born on board.

“So it became a question of where they were keeping the children. This place is huge, but still limited. The supply cache I found? That was going to the Spire. The structure at the center of the ring, where students aren’t allowed. Now, yes, there are staff families on board, but they number few, and the cache I found… It was too many to be for just a few families. Plus, the Spire is where the labs are. Where they design and build tools, like those tracking chips for Arianna. And that brings us to today. I think our best shot of finding the truth about this ship, of finding out whether children really are being experimented on, is in the Spire. It’s the hardest place for us to access, meaning it’s also the most secure for the staff. If Black and White are hiding something, like their employer, or a bunch of kids, it’d be there.

“And that brings you pretty much up to speed. It’s not much, and our deductions are flimsy at best, but I can tell you this: There are children aboard the Promise, Black and White are hiding something, and the Promise wasn’t created just to rehabilitate parahumans. Other than that, I know as much as any of you.” She paused. “Any questions?”
In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Lakewatch Town || Day 5: Noon || @PlatinumSkink

“Well, that’s awkward,” Eryn said, stepping back from the suddenly intimidating line of Beheeyem. Psybeam fodder or fractured psyches seemed to be her choices here, and those choices weren’t promising.

“Okay, fine. You got my attention. So, what’s the plan?” She looked between the Beheeyem and the cracked wall, thenn back at Oaken. “A Claydol, huh? Well, I ran past one earlier. Ran away from one, actually. I made a right turn after coming in, but that turned out to be the wrong way since the Claydol I was following turned back with lasers at the ready, but I got away okay.” She shrugged. “I don’t think they’re that hard to hide from, since it doesn’t seem like they go around trying to kill people, but like… can we just hang around here and wait until one comes over on patrol, or are we going to have to lure one over? Because I don’t like my chances of dodging lasers while running.”

She paused, then grinned again. “As for how I got here, well, I can’t say I did any of the fancy stuff you did. I met this mining enthusiast while I was battling people around the area, and he told me about the place. He said he needed help getting down here since he didn’t have a swimmer, and I told him I’d find him one. One Quagsire later, here I am. Ta-da.”

When Oaken didn’t look amused enough for her tastes, she slapped his shoulder, grinning again. “Cheer up! We’re both here, and now you have one extra pair of hands and legs to help you bust that wall down.” She sobered up a bit, giving him a more serious look. “Now, if you insist on having me hide instead of help, well, I won’t like it. But since you’re a lot more prepared than me, I can do that. But since when did studying something’s movements make someone better at dodging them in real life? Unless you actually practiced, I’d wager that we’d have around the same chances after you explain the Claydol’s movements to me. So, tell me: how can I help?”



In Digimon: Synchronicity Of The Shooting Stars (On Hiatus) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Cavan Maynard
New York || Afternoon

“I’m heading out. Later,” Cavan said, throwing a wave as he left, his skateboard tucked under an arm and his bag slung over the other.

“Later, Cay.”

“Later.”

Though Cavan probably could have stuck around for longer, given that it was only three and all, he was getting pretty bored with hanging around the park. The group had hit up the same park for three days in a row now, mainly because Pete wanted to practice bench tricks on the “tricky benches” there. Cavan, though, had had his fill of the limited number of surfaces in the park, which started to fill up with kids when schools started getting out. By day four, also known as today, he’d gotten the hang of it, and by that he meant he’d figured out that heading home early was an easier choice than trying to tap out when the kids arrived. Personally, he didn’t like being watched, and he definitely didn’t want to be asked to demonstrate the same few bench tricks over and over again like some broken record. Sam and some of the other guys seemed to get off on showing off to a bunch of hard-to-please middle schoolers, but it wasn’t his thing. So, home it was.

After a few seconds jostling his key inside the doorknob, he opened the door, walking in with a yawn and a cursory glance around. “I’m home!” he called. When no one answered, he dumped his stuff beside the couch and let himself fall on it, pulling his phone out for a good scroll. Not much had happened. A few classmates who’d gone to class were complaining about what a waste of time it’d been and how much they regretted not ditching, and a girl who’d DMed him had finally bothered to respond with a singular emoji, which made him wonder why she’d DMed him in the first place. Given that his profile consisted of a bunch of skate pics and nearly nothing else, he hadn’t expected much in the first place, but she’d been the one who messaged first so he supposed, maybe, that he had been expecting something after all. But it was whatever.

Another notification from his gaming group pinged, and he tapped it, scrolling through the conversation to get a sense of what they were talking about. Apparently, there was a raid planned, for 13:00 GMT, which was… sometime in the morning for him, if he remembered correctly. Not that it mattered, though. The last time he’d gone on a raid, well, he couldn’t even recall.

@O11ie You been good? Haven’t seen you in a bit.
Kadence

His brows went up slightly when he read the PM, and he sat up on the couch, frowning. It had been a while since he’d logged on, huh? But he didn’t really need an excuse for it. Kadence got it. He was a chill dude, and it wasn’t like Cavan had left the guild or anything. Still, Cavan felt a bit bad. Kadence was a friend from the glory days, back when the crew were all together and grinding. Nowadays, they were more scattered. A few had gone AWOL, and a few had gone off to join different guilds and stuff. Sure there were a few players from back then who’d stuck around like Kadence did, but Cavan wasn’t one of them, and thinking about it made him feel a bit bad.

@Kadence been good, just havent logged on. u going to the raid?
O11ie

@O11ie I’m going. Can’t miss a chance at a spirit, after all. 1300 gmt, you in?
Kadence

Cavan hesitated. When exactly was 13:00 GMT again? He scrolled over to his search engine, plugging the numbers in. Nine in the morning. That was pretty damn early. A bit too early for his liking, but he didn’t recall there being any tests this week, so he had a bit of time on his hands.

@Kadence yea, see u there
O11ie

@O11ie Sweet. Can’t wait to see Garu back in action.
Kadence

@Kadence Garus back, baby
O11ie

Afton Reimer
Los Angeles || Night

Afton rubbed a towel against her hair as she made for the kitchen, wrapping it around her neck as she opened the fridge.

Milk.

Grabbing a glass from the dishwasher, she filled it, tucking the carton back as her other hand wrapped around the now-cold glass. There wasn’t much more to ask for besides a cold glass of milk after an afternoon of practice and a shower. She had a fair bit of homework due the next day, but she’d finish it soon enough. She could stand to idle for a bit.

Taking a seat at the table, she sat, gazing out the backyard door as she sipped at her milk. The sky outside was an interesting color, neither truly orange nor pink, with the faintest edges of purple creeping up on it from the edges. Afton wouldn’t call it pretty, though. What helped the shades meld together was more the smog than the sun, which was barely visible over the next building now. Still, even knowing that the colors might result more from bad air quality than diffracted light waves, she wouldn’t call it ugly either. It was a sunset. It was that simple.

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out, taking another sip as she scrolled over the messages. Raid at six in the morning, her time. Knowing the people in the guild, though, it’d likely be closer to six-thirty than six, given how much drivel they liked to pass around before the raid started. She’d have enough time to get a run and a shower in before joining, and maybe even make breakfast too. Smoothies were fast and easy, and she was feeling some more cold milk in the morning. Whether she was feeling dealing with all the people who’d now signed up to go, though, was a different story. Most of them were fine and wouldn’t bother her. Some, though, would, like Synchai or D00rmaus. Those two were a headache, prattling on about equality and all despite the loot system having been the same from day one. Last time Afton went on a raid with them, they’d suggested that she split her loot with the others, which was crossing the line in her book. She’d joined to get loot, not give it away. If she wanted to do that, well, she wouldn’t be playing.

@Ephie U coming?
Synchai

Afton paused mid-sip, her thumb hovering over the screen. Then, taking the sip, she tapped in for the raid count, adding her username to the meager but growing list of attendees.

@Ephie Sweet, see u there
Synchai

Getting DMed so easily was a bit irritating, but she dealt with it. It was the price of being one of the highest-leveled members in the guild, and she understood why Synchai did it. That wasn’t to say, though, that she would’ve done the same because she wouldn’t. Asking for help was weak, especially in a game where nearly everything could be accomplished with time and fingers. But Synchai wasn’t that sort of person, so yes, Afton understood why Synchai did it, just as she understood why Synchai could never not do it.

A sudden boom vibrated through her bones, and she shot to her feet, knocking her chair and glass over in one smooth motion, her phone clattering onto the table as her eyes shot to the backyard door. Her yard was glowing. Completely lit up, but rapidly darkening. And at the center of the dimming light was a crater. A smoking one.

Afton couldn’t get to the door fast enough. The grass was cool against her feet, but she made a beeline for the crater, drawing her elbow against her face as she neared the smoke. Of everything that had happened in her life so far, this was easily the most interesting.
Alice Takigawa
Tokyo || Noon

“Ruka, are you free after school? Let’s go to the mall!”

“Oh, today? Well…”

“C’mon, Ruka, don’t be like that! Airi, Jean, and Kaori are all coming so make some time, okay?”

At her desk, Alice poked through her bento box with her chopsticks, her eyes glossing over her phone, only half-focused on it. Her classmates’ conversation, which was rapidly moving on to the topic of their weekend group date event, held the other half of her attention. They were planning on going to a new cafe in Shibuya, and the event was open invite, so they were planning on getting some more classmates on board.

Now, Shibuya was nothing new to Alice, but it wasn’t familiar either. She could count on her fingers the number of times she’d been there, but not the number of times she’d wanted to go. And she wanted to go now, too. What was the new cafe like? What games would they play on the group date, and what sorts of people would be there?

“Oh, Kate! Hold on, are you free after school?”

“Huh? Yeah, um, yeah I think so.”

“Great! Come with us to the mall!”

“E-eh? But…”

“C’mon, Kate! Ruka’s coming too, right?”

On Alice’s phone now was the Shibuya cafe they’d mentioned, which was furnished in simple whites, browns, and oranges that all together gave it a modern chic vibe. There was a big window on the first story, and the second story had some sets of sofas and coffee tables that were no doubt set up with large groups in mind. Plus, there was a discount for groups this weekend, which was probably why the cafe had been chosen as the site for a group date.

“Yep, and Terry’s coming too. You know what that means.”

“Naoko!”

“Hey you were a lot louder than me just now, and—fine, okay, but you better come!”

Closing her phone, Alice refocused on her lunch, eyeing the soup as she continued eating away at her curry rice. School lunches were never bad, but they weren’t particularly good either. Compared to the leftovers she had waiting in the fridge at home, though, the fancy desserts cafes tended to serve left no room for contest.

Her phone buzzed, and the ghost of a grin crossed her face. Down went her chopsticks as she clicked open her phone again, scrolling to her newest notification.

DAILY REMINDER: RAID AT 1300 GMT
I better see u all there
Synchai

That was ten at night for her, leaving just enough time for sleep. But she already knew that. This raid had been a week in the planning, and everyone involved was pumped. Well, mostly everyone. But Alice was pumped and looking forward to the loot they’d no doubt get their hands on. What would they get this time, a crest? An X-Antibody? Or, maybe even a spirit, if they were lucky? Either way, the day couldn’t move fast enough, and her reply was done in an instant.

I’ll be there Chai~~ excited (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
D00rmaus


The world shook for a second, and Alice nearly fell back in her seat. Luckily, she didn’t. Unluckily, she managed to spill her soup over her desk, and she met a few classmates’ curious gazes with wide eyes.

“Did, um, did anyone feel that?” she managed after a moment. A few more eyes turned her way, varying between confused and concerned.

“Feel what?” someone finally asked.

Alice blinked. “The earthquake? Or whatever it was. It was short, but I definitely felt it, and…”

She trailed off, realizing none of her classmates showed any sign of knowing what she was talking about. But she had felt it. No doubt about it. For a moment, there definitely had been an earthquake, or at least some sort of shake, and—

“Alice, do you want me to go with you to the nurse’s office?” a classmate asked, walking over.

“What? No, no.” she waved her hands frantically. Dumb. Stupid. She probably just imagined that, got too caught up with texting and all that she confused someone jumping from the story above for an earthquake. “No, I, um, I need to clean up.”

“Right,” her classmate said, frowning, but walking away all the same.

Dumb.
Cavan Maynard
New York || Midnight

Cavan stared at it, and it stared back. It being the most realistic version of a Tunomon that Cavan had ever seen, which wasn’t saying much because every version of a Tunomon he’d seen was a digital one—one in a screen, or on a screen, or any version of “not outside a screen.” This one, though, was now on his bedroom floor, his shredded hoodie in an unholy circle around it as it bared its fangs at him, as if his heart wasn’t already pounding. Was he dreaming? He couldn’t be. His arm was still bleeding from where it’d bit him, and he could feel the sting of the wound with every beat of his heart. There was a puddle-shaped blotch of red forming on his carpet, which he registered in the back of his mind as something he should probably avoid making bigger, but his attention was focused on the literal digimon sitting on his floor.

“W-what—”

The Tunomon cut him off with a growl, the corner of its mouth still bearing a small smear of red. In its defense, Cavan had picked it up without warning, but that was because it had been standing in the middle of the road. Not moving. With a car coming at it. And yeah, grabbing it and sprinting back home probably wasn’t the best plan, but it’d been the plan he’d gone with. So yeah, it got him good, biting him through his hoodie, and he’d done his best to shake it off, eventually shedding his hoodie in a desperate attempt to loosen its jaws. Which led them to the present, with him facing off against the small, horned ball of orange fuzz in the middle of his bedroom, his blood dripping away at the floor as he continued staring.

“Y-you’re a Tunomon,” he said, this time not cutting off despite the digimon’s growl. At the mention of its name, though, the digimon’s eyes seemed to widen, which encouraged Cavan to keep going.

“You’re a digimon. And you fell from the sky. But… why? How?”

The Tunomon showed no signs of wanting to answer, and its fangs remained bared, sharp and shiny against the dim light of his bedroom. For a moment, Cavan wished he’d accepted his brother’s lamp when he left for college. It was a lot brighter, for one, and it’d also seen a straight-A student through four years with only two bulb changes. Or so his mother had claimed. Of course, that wasn’t important now, but he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the entire situation, and thinking about his lamp and dim lighting seemed like a better option than trying to figure out how and why he now had a Tunomon on his bedroom floor.

“Well. Um. Can I… Can I call you ‘Garu’?”

“No.”

Cavan’s eyebrows nearly shot off his face.
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Eryn Montero
Lakewatch Town || Day 5: Noon || @PlatinumSkink

“Oaken?” Eryn’s eyes were wide as she spoke, but the next second she was grinning as she walked over to him. “I could ask you the same thing, but wow, this is some coincidence, huh?” She looked between the two directions he’d been muttering about, then back to him. “Don’t stop because of me though! Go ahead, do whatever you were about to do.”

With the Pokedex in her other hand, she scanned the strange floating Pokemon, skimming their entry before looking back up at them. They were strong Pokemon, no doubt about that. Her Pokemon would have next to no chance against even one of them, much less against five. Thankfully, though, the challenge banned Pokemon, meaning there was likely another way to get past them.

“Well, I know I’m not allowed to get my Pokemon to help me, but you’re not a Pokemon, so… how about it?” she asked, looking to Oaken. “Two brains are better than one, and it’s not like whatever is down here didn’t want us to meet up. They probably could’ve gotten around that some way or another, with the amount of Claydol and Beheeyem floating around here.”

It occurred to her around then that Wilhelm was also technically not a Pokemon, but it was a bit late for that. Plus, taking the chance for him to poke around the place at his own pace away from him wasn’t exactly fair, given that he was the one who’d led her here in the first place, so Oaken it was. As far as she was concerned, Oaken was irritable but smart, and Eryn could deal some prickliness if it meant a better chance at getting through this maze. She’d already had a close call with the Claydol a few minutes back, and she wasn’t interested in getting turned into Psychic Beam fodder. When it came to Oaken, though, she suspected that he was more concerned with her slowing him down than the other way around, which was somewhat fair. It didn’t seem like time was of the essence, so she had been fully prepared to put progress off if something interesting came up. If he agreed to team up, she might have to be a little more on top of things, but she didn’t believe for a moment that she would slow him down.

“Hm, have you tried talking to them?” she asked, pointing at the Beheeyem. Then, turning to the floating Pokemon, she waved, smiling. “Hey, sorry to bother you all, but is this path closed, or is there some way we could persuade you to let us through?”

Sure, if they didn’t respond, she might end up looking like an idiot, but Eryn was of the opinion that it was better to ask than not. Worst case scenario, she ended up looking like an idiot. Best case, well, best case was what she was hoping for.



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