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Open; Tonight Tonight Tonight
Who: Zenos viator Galvus, Gabumon, Mystery Guests
What: Catch-all/intro/etc
Where: Access City
When: Early May
Warnings: Some behavior may be deemed offensive, violent or inciting. Do not use as a projectile. Sudden acceleration to dangerous speeds may cause injury. This Garlean is not designed to sustain gross weight exceeding 12,000 lbs. May contain the following: gore, mayhem, swords, scythes, violence, obsession, Gabumon, speeches, ennui, Endwalker spoilers and a lack of morals. Do not eat. Mis-use may adversely affect your health. Store in a cool, dry place.
In The Dark Of The Night
It's late. Very late; dawn might only be a handful of hours away, and the shadows are deep and all-consuming, the halos of streetlights and the glow from windows comforting pools of light in an otherwise dark and gloomy night.
And in the dark is the sound of something heavy being dragged. And rather slowly at that. There's much that could be getting towed about in Access City, but this ... also has the metallic scent of blood with it, and sharp eyes might note a long path through the patches of darkness where lamp and street light don't touch, marked in drying red. The generalized path, if one were to follow it for any length of time, seems to be headed towards where the arrived Tamers have been offered homes, albeit in a route that seems maximized to try to stay hidden.
But not much can be hidden forever, and as the persistent efforts of dragging rasp through the space between two buildings, it stops for a time - just long enough for a lone black-pelted Gabumon to peek out, eyes bright and alert, to see if anyone might have noticed, then disappear back into the alley in a Completely Unsuspicious Way. Nothing at all is happening here, surely!
In the shadows between buildings, a blond man lay in the ground, blood-speckled fingers neatly folded across his belly, eyes closed. The blood's either his or on something he's wearing, the coat rather fancy to quick glance but awfully ragged about the shoulders, full of tears and punctures, and he himself not moving. Definitely breathing, and there's a twitch now and again as Gabumon once more seizes the shoulder of his jacket in sharp teeth and begins hauling him backwards along the ground bit by bit by bit. He must be rather heavy, by the way the small digimon has to dig in all four sets of claws to get enough purchase to move his considerable bulk.
That digimon has been at it for quite a long time now by the trail. Persistence pays off, surely, sooner or later!!
The Stale Cold Smell Of Morning
With sunrise and some Adventures at night, Gabumon has ventured out presumably on his own! What's one more Gabumon, really? Sure, he's got black fur instead of white, but that's not that uncommon!
What might be more uncommon is the way he's weighing the morning crowds, looking, listening, searching for -- Aha!
What he needs is humans. Or what looks enough like humans; any will do, and as soon as he spots one that doesn't look particularly dangerous, he approaches with all apparent boldness. A tap on an elbow, or tug on a hem - anything he needs to do to get some attention will do!
"Excuse me! You're a human, right?" It's never wise to assume! There's some awfully human looking digimon.
What: Catch-all/intro/etc
Where: Access City
When: Early May
Warnings: Some behavior may be deemed offensive, violent or inciting. Do not use as a projectile. Sudden acceleration to dangerous speeds may cause injury. This Garlean is not designed to sustain gross weight exceeding 12,000 lbs. May contain the following: gore, mayhem, swords, scythes, violence, obsession, Gabumon, speeches, ennui, Endwalker spoilers and a lack of morals. Do not eat. Mis-use may adversely affect your health. Store in a cool, dry place.
In The Dark Of The Night
It's late. Very late; dawn might only be a handful of hours away, and the shadows are deep and all-consuming, the halos of streetlights and the glow from windows comforting pools of light in an otherwise dark and gloomy night.
And in the dark is the sound of something heavy being dragged. And rather slowly at that. There's much that could be getting towed about in Access City, but this ... also has the metallic scent of blood with it, and sharp eyes might note a long path through the patches of darkness where lamp and street light don't touch, marked in drying red. The generalized path, if one were to follow it for any length of time, seems to be headed towards where the arrived Tamers have been offered homes, albeit in a route that seems maximized to try to stay hidden.
But not much can be hidden forever, and as the persistent efforts of dragging rasp through the space between two buildings, it stops for a time - just long enough for a lone black-pelted Gabumon to peek out, eyes bright and alert, to see if anyone might have noticed, then disappear back into the alley in a Completely Unsuspicious Way. Nothing at all is happening here, surely!
In the shadows between buildings, a blond man lay in the ground, blood-speckled fingers neatly folded across his belly, eyes closed. The blood's either his or on something he's wearing, the coat rather fancy to quick glance but awfully ragged about the shoulders, full of tears and punctures, and he himself not moving. Definitely breathing, and there's a twitch now and again as Gabumon once more seizes the shoulder of his jacket in sharp teeth and begins hauling him backwards along the ground bit by bit by bit. He must be rather heavy, by the way the small digimon has to dig in all four sets of claws to get enough purchase to move his considerable bulk.
That digimon has been at it for quite a long time now by the trail. Persistence pays off, surely, sooner or later!!
The Stale Cold Smell Of Morning
With sunrise and some Adventures at night, Gabumon has ventured out presumably on his own! What's one more Gabumon, really? Sure, he's got black fur instead of white, but that's not that uncommon!
What might be more uncommon is the way he's weighing the morning crowds, looking, listening, searching for -- Aha!
What he needs is humans. Or what looks enough like humans; any will do, and as soon as he spots one that doesn't look particularly dangerous, he approaches with all apparent boldness. A tap on an elbow, or tug on a hem - anything he needs to do to get some attention will do!
"Excuse me! You're a human, right?" It's never wise to assume! There's some awfully human looking digimon.
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"Here, let me help!"
Themis isn't surprised at all. A small creature that has 'met his kind before'. It's almost the norm in the Digital World among Tamers.... relatively speaking. Three, now? Though he does entertain that perhaps Erichthonios had met him at an earlier time this is soon dismissed.
Colorful, pastels and glittery does not describe the Warder's attire.
But one possibility (among others) does present itself for consideration.
"That is certainly unusual. Is it possible you mistook someone's familiar for one of us?" If that's the case, Zenos has seen a familiar of a more common stature. "Their attire is often more fanciful. Though without having met such a person myself, it's possible you met someone in a moment of whimsy." Both are intriguing thoughts and seem equally possible. Themis also grins faintly. Rainbow robes glittering in the light of the star? What a wonderful image, however it may be a touch inappropriate for an Amaurotine.
Breaking out of his musings, Themis focuses once more on Zenos. "Ah, forgive me. The possibilities continue to be very interesting to think about and I've yet to introduce myself. My name is Themis. Could I have your name?"
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And Themis, hood and mask in place, has lost all recognizably defining features except his voice, and it is indeed a little disturbing! Gabumon glances down, voice quiet. "Are you sure he's not some wizardmon evolution we don't know about yet?" It's a perfectly legitimate question.
"Unless your familiars run about in identical outfits save for color, and share similar stature and bearing, then no, I have made no mistake." There's a brief edge to his tone, as if it's a bit insulting to even be QUESTIONED about it. "Though I cannot say if it was whimsy or not, for our interactions were limited by time." And a certain lack of interest if he were perfectly honest, the Watcher simply hadn't been interesting to challenge and thus was irrelevant. "Were I to venture a guess I would call the situation rather dire however, and not fanciful."
Not that he had ANYTHING to do with that.
There isn't an immediate response when asked his name, as if weighing if Themis was worthy of such a grant as what to call him. "Zenos." No calling to any form of Galvus, for it's not required.
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"There's no way he wouldn't need to eat more to keep up that level of evolution!" Prove Elecmon wrong!
Does Themis hear the conversation going on between the two digimon? Maybe. But Zenos is the focus of his own interest right now, both per Gabumon's request and with this realization of yet another who has at the very least encountered a familiar if not one of Themis's own people engaged a somewhat indiscreet indulgence. Of course the Amaurotine won't be phased that the Garlean prince is a bit insulted but it will be noticed.
"Forgive me. Though in answer to your question it's not uncommon. The size of the familiars I've encountered here is far more unusual in my experience. Attire would be made that's suited for their purpose or environment." The cowl dips down briefly as Themis muses. Honestly there's a myriad of possibilities, from Zenos catching an Amaurotine with their proverbial pants down to a familiar whose master had thought they would look nice in shimmery robes.
"But I can't say you didn't encounter one of my kind either." Maybe Themis could review the aether and find out. But it doesn't seem to be necessary to do so. Not for something as trifling as mere curiosity about the matter. He looks up again. The cowl and mask haven't been removed but this probably because it doesn't occur to him to switch back to what others might consider the 'norm'. He'll remember eventually.
"Zenos. A pleasure to meet you. As you've been told, I am Themis." While his name has been dropped before, it seemed appropriate to bring it up during the reintroductions so to speak. The masked Amaurotine seems to be studying the tall blond man.
"When Gabumon spoke of finding you, he implied you might have been suffering from some type of ailment, if not injury. May I inquire whether you need some aid? I'm not unfamiliar with restorative magicks. Should any discomfort linger, I would be willing to see what I can do to help."