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Post by Light on Sept 7, 2019 20:13:11 GMT -5
(Sure. ^^)
Farlow watched Masaki and Boris from behind some junk piled at the side of the street. They didn't seem to be attacking each other. In fact, this supposed murderer seemed set on not fighting. What would Masaki decide to do? Would he carry out his justice, or decide to let him go? Things weren't looking too bad right now. They surely weren't as bad as he thought they'd be, but Farlow knew things could turn bad pretty quickly. --- (Ah... Do you want to start with Skye/Shadow/Pip or should I?)
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Rainbow
Icing
Sorry to say I forgot about the forums....I promise I never meant to, just been preoccupied
Pronouns: Her/She or They/Them
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Post by Icing on Sept 7, 2019 20:18:26 GMT -5
Kana blinked slowly, before looking the girl up and down. "You're only 14?" she questioned, not believing it. "You look much older." Summer blushed lightly, humming and shrugging. "My sister always said that it runs in the family." She seemed pleased that someone noticed. "Hm. That's interesting." Kana hummed to herself. "And I'm sorry if I came off as rude...I was just caught by surprise." she said, looking down at her book. "And to be honest, you don't have to do that...but would it be too much to ask for you to walk with me?" she looked back to the other girl. "Please?"
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Post by Light on Sept 7, 2019 21:04:03 GMT -5
(Just curious. What is his current appearance?)
An irritating beep interrupted Farlow's thoughts. It had been faint at first, but now it was just about unbearable. He looked up and watched as someone walked by, holding a suspicious looking device. He glared at them until they were a reasonable distance away, before turning his gaze back to Masaki and Boris. But he couldn't keep his mind on the task any more. Who was that creature and what were they up to? After only a few seconds of indecision, he scampered softly away. The ferret tailed Lance, while sticking to the shadows. --- One of the larger buildings further down that very street, shrunk out of sight.
Pip let out a breath and smiled softly, as she bent down to pick up the small, now model-like building. She set it into a case and snapped it shut. This would give her a good day's pay, and since nobody was here to witness it, the job was a piece of cake. She was wearing a grey hoodie, appearing to be about seventeen years old with chocolatey skin and dark curly hair tied up in a bun.
(I believe my explanation of her appearance may have varied from time to time, but I'm settling with this.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 7, 2019 21:53:57 GMT -5
Deep in the forgotten realm... Ollie stood still, surrounded by darkness. He breathed slowly, listening to the silence, feeling the emptiness, tasting the nothingness. The blue crystal glowed slightly in the darkness, the only light in this desolate place. Once Ollie was certain he was ready, he murmured a word, an image, a touch. Orion, what information of him he'd gathered from his friends, including what remained of Holly's memories. He was calling forth the memories connected to this man. Memories that may have been lost. Memories that never lived long enough to become known. (Hope this works. XD) --- (I'll bring up a summary next post!) The creature, sent by Orion, scanned the streets, the sun would be setting soon, lucky for the Shade. It stopped, glancing ahead and crossing it’s arms with an indignant huff. Eyes, almost pulil-less, with a silver sclera and barker grey center, seemed to glow amidst the darkness due to the vibrant contrast. Their form, and figure, hidden deep in darkness, blending with it. It’s eyes flickered to a desolate, broken piece of glass, a shard of mirror bellow it, with reflected back the dark visage that they held. They harshly stepped on the glass, and darkness slithered up to a lamppost near them, destruction and chaos eating at the light and causing it to flicker off, letting darkness reign in that area. “Where are they?” It suddenly questioned, hoping to find clues. “I can’t do anything until I find them, and if I don’t...” it’s form seemed to shiver, a cold fear and determination for survival in it’s eyes, “I can’t, I’ll find them!”
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Post by Light on Sept 7, 2019 22:32:45 GMT -5
(Oh. In the shadows of buildings, stuff laying around, basically trying to stay out of sight.)
Hm. So this was his friend... Farlow continued to watch the two from behind a dumpster. The ferret didn't know what was going on, but something smelt fishy to him. Literally! There must be some kind of seafood someone didn't like, rotting away in this dumpster. --- Pip heard someone's voice and whipped around. Her gaze quickly turned into a glare. "I could ask you the same thing," she snapped, looking Skye up and down. The glowing on his chest caught her eye. Was that some sort of expensive pendant he had tucked under his shirt? It looked like something that would fetch a nice price. --- (Will answer soon, Shadow. ^^ Edit: I mean- Chaos. The other Shadow. XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 7, 2019 22:38:00 GMT -5
(Lynx/Chaos/Shadow is Fine :3.)
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shadowclaw
no do overs, no mistakes, we have one shot at this. Whatever it takes
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Post by shadowclaw on Sept 7, 2019 23:13:41 GMT -5
(Oh. In the shadows of buildings, stuff laying around, basically trying to stay out of sight.) Hm. So this was his friend... Farlow continued to watch the two from behind a dumpster. The ferret didn't know what was going on, but something smelt fishy to him. Literally! There must be some kind of seafood someone didn't like, rotting away in this dumpster. --- Pip heard someone's voice and whipped around. Her gaze quickly turned into a glare. "I could ask you the same thing," she snapped, looking Skye up and down. The glowing on his chest caught her eye. Was that some sort of expensive pendant he had tucked under his shirt? It looked like something that would fetch a nice price. --- (Will answer soon, Shadow. ^^ Edit: I mean- Chaos. The other Shadow. XD) lance looked around and sighs" i think we need to find a placeto stay. i dont like being in the open like this renamon to many things could attack us and we don't know this place to well" renamon narrowed her eyes and groaned" lance isnt that why im with you? im your digimon partner my duty is to protect you"she replied skye noticed her staring at my arc reactor chest piece and i pull some hidden strings and taps the chest piece twice as ruby red and gold armor started to appear as the mark 49 armor formed over him but keeps the helmet off for now"so whats in the brief case?" he asked giving the nod. shadow sees the signal and slides in an attempt to steal the brief case from the girl
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 0:12:50 GMT -5
(Sounds good. ^^ It's just there are so many Shadows! XD And since my name is Light, the irony cracks me up. Lol.)
Ollie opened his eyes, returning to the remembered realm. His hands were shaking, and his heart was beating one hundred miles a minute. This was bad. This was very bad. He had to get back and tell the others. He blinked and looked around to get her his bearings, which was hard to do in his frazzled state. His mind was still spinning with information. After going deep into the forgotten realm, the location he exited often changed. Such was now. Ollie let out a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down and organize his mind so he could find out where he was. --- Farlow blinked and crept forwards a little for a closer look. They didn't seem to have bad intentions. In a moment's time, he transformed, stepping forwards as a man with pale skin and what seemed to be a black mask tattooed around his strange yellow eyes. He tossed back his hood, revealing a couple ferret ears and black tufts of hair. "I'm guessing you're not from around here." --- Pip's watched Skye's transformation in awe. She didn't recognize the suit, but a strange longing swelled up in her. At Skye's question, she huffed. "None of your busine- Hey!" Something flashed in the corner of her eye and before she could react, someone else had ahold of the briefcase. She continued to cling tightly to the handle, her eyes flashing as her other hand whipped out to grab the thief.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 9:25:39 GMT -5
The shadow heard a shuddering breath, their eyes narrowing in the direction. The evenings were often filled with noise from cars, distant chatter, birds chirping, but new voices, new things, were easy for a predator to pick out.
Quickly, their form dissapeared, lines and tendrils of shadows flying off in the direction of Ollie, circling him for a moment before forming the shade in front of him, though their back was to him, their arms over their chest, they hunched slightly, sighing deeply, refusing to look back. Though they did utter something, a almost sad sounding “Ollie?”
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 10:33:00 GMT -5
(So they're both purple and yellow?)
"Hey. Calm down." Farlow lifted his dark hands, which were the same black as the mask on his face. He faced their palms towards the two in a gesture that he meant no harm. "I overheard that you are looking for a place to stay." --- Pip's gaze was on the strange fox-man and the briefcase, so she didn't notice Skye's repulsors. Her free hand had altered course to secure her grip on the suitcase. "It's a gift for mah fathah! So fah, all you two have done is trah and steal it! Why should I have had aneh reason to tell ya what was inside!?" she strained through gritted teeth. For now, the briefcase was remaining marvellously intact. --- (Next post will come in a bit. ^^)
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 10:45:02 GMT -5
Ollie's breath caught, as a shade formed in front of him and he quickly took a few steps back. Oh man. This was terrible timing. He had to get going quick if he didn't want to be- Then he heard his name. The voice. The way it said his name was so familiar. While everything within him screamed at him to go, he remained frozen in place, staring at the Shade's back.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 12:12:52 GMT -5
The shade turned, eyes seeming contemplative, though her features seemed very familiar. Shortened black, flared out hair, a similar shape to her face, but it all seemed to be in a monochromatic scheme. Though her eyes seemed guarded, and she glanced at him, confused and angered, it seemed.
Though, the person she was meant to mimic, to be the demon of, was indeed dead, either way, Ollie would know the form all the same.
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 14:48:39 GMT -5
(Okay. ^^)
They both seemed to resemble animals, but their colouring was the strangest thing. Farlow simply couldn't figure it out. At Lance's question, he lowered his hands. "You don't. Either you can trust me, or wander around until you find someone else to trust. It's up to you." --- Pip glanced in Skye's direction and saw his palms beginning to glow as they charged. It was now or never, fight or negotiate. Pip suddenly stopped pulling and barrelled into Shadow, using his strength against him. She tried to keep him in between Skye and herself. In the chaos, she attempted to place a hand on him and shrink him down to figurine size. --- The shade turned around, and although the colouring was different, Ollie knew who it was. "Holly..." he breathed, a twinge of pain in his gut. A fresh wave of grief sliced through him. By all means, he should be running, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It looked so much like Holly. Holly, who had found him forgotten and made a point to remember. Holly, who died countless deaths to make up for her troubled past. Holly, whom he'd crossed the boundary of the forgotten realm for. Holly, who saved his life on multiple occasions. Holly, who died because of him...
(Haha. In Ollie's mind, Holly will always be a hero. :3)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 14:59:42 GMT -5
The shade seemed calm for a moment, the fear flickering into resolve, and no hostility in her gaze, but then he uttered that name, and her eyes flashed through several emotions.
Betrayal, anger, loneliness, before settling on pain. She glared his direction, her calm demeanor snapped like lightning, and now a brewing storm his within her gaze, “No! I’m not her!” She didn’t sound like she was trying to convince only Ollie, but herself too. “She is the reason I’m here, that I have to deal with...with him,” and fear entered the confusion again, she backed up, a shuddering breath escaping her, her gaze flickering in all sorts of direction, settling only for a few moments with indecisiveness.
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 15:37:21 GMT -5
Ollie winced at the explosion, but remained glued to the spot. "You mean Orion?" he questioned quietly, though he felt he knew the answer. Concern crept into his gaze. It hadn't occurred to him that the shades would be riddled with such emotion, complete with their own sense of will. The thought made him feel bad for them. Did they know what Orion was planning? Did they agree with it? Did it really matter whether they agreed with it or not?
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 16:21:23 GMT -5
(The ‘explosion’ was meant to be like the change in demeanor. Her demeanor snapping like lightning was want to imply she was shifting moods, not an actual explosion, if that’s what you thought.)
Her gaze remained narrowed, though she seemed even more skittish at the name, a brief moment of calamity, sadness and utter hopelessness, “Yes, it doesn’t matter though.” She commented blandly, not sure why she trusted Ollie, but knowing full well at the same time, “It can’t be helped, anyways,” a soft, broken chuckle escaped her, escalating into a louder laugh, “It all ends the same, we all live, we all die.” She finished the quick, cryptic turn of emotions and speech as she lunged at him, teleporting, reappearing right beside him in a whisk of shadows, “And Orion seeks you in particular.”
(Her behavior is wildly erratic and constantly changing, that’s...on purpose. You’ll see why, eventually.)
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Post by Lioncl on Sept 8, 2019 16:31:47 GMT -5
"Then why didn't you? You could have taken out your greatest threat right then and there. Besides I'm sure you already had a feeling that Philo would be able to track you down. I mean he was able to get here before I did and I needed help doing that" Masaki said "Question is though, why haven't you killed him and gotten rid of an obstacle?" "Because I don't kill anyone that I'm not told to."Boris answered simply."Were I told to kill you I would've.But since my payer only requested the death of Steve I only killed Steve." "You know most hired killers like to cover their tracks not leave them wide open for anyone to follow" Masaki said "Then again haven't met one that had the power of ice at their disposal. Now are we going to fight or talk all day?"
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 16:54:27 GMT -5
(Yup. ^^ If someone suddenly snaps something, it's kind of like an explosion, so I went with it. I could have been more clear on that. XD)
"All the more reason to treasure life while it lasts," he murmured. Ollie's breath caught and he took a step back when she lunged towards him, only to disappear. That was one of Holly's moves. Next thing he knew, she was beside him. He stared at her, his eyes were wide and confused at her erratic movements and modes of explanation. Instead of fear at her closeness, he felt an increased pang of sadness for what had been lost. "He seeks all of us..." Ollie replied, referring to all the hero-like people out there. Even so, her words sent a chill down his spine.
(:3)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 17:04:37 GMT -5
The creature, the girl, found herself annoyed, she was ready to attack, but his sad words and demeanor tugged at emotions she didn’t know when could have, like empathy, and part of her was angry. Paranoid would be a better way of switching it, and her personality seemed to flicker between this fear and anger and sadness.
Yet his last words sent her into an angry frenzy, and she kicked out at him, seeming more than ready to attack. “You really are a fool, at least you’re not a puppet!” She snapped, shadows seeming to float around her, a darkened substance that seemed to hold more than just matters of darkness, they looked, and acted, like vines and real magic, to a degree, and shot out at him, more like a blast than a tangling maneuver. “And you’re so sad about her, she caused all of this!” She snapped.
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 17:29:34 GMT -5
Ollie jumped back when she kicked out at him, surprised yet again at another mood swing. He let out a shout when he was knocked back by the attack, and he quickly vanished into the forgotten realm before the fullness of the attack bore down on him. When the blast had past, Ollie reappeared, picking himself up off the ground and testing his metal arm, which had taken the hit before he fell. That arm of his cloak hung tattered. He looked up at the shade, his hazel gaze still saddened. "I'm sorry that you have to go through this." He was silent for a moment. "Tell me. How did- how did she cause this?"
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 18:42:39 GMT -5
Shadow, as she was named, knew of his ability, though not all of it. She waited, Patience wasn’t a strong suit of hers, and she was quick when he reappeared, raising an arm, and objects in the ally raising as well, before rocketing at him as she pushed her hand his way. Her angry gaze followed his form, “How is it not her fault?” She snapped, “She caused so many issues, and expected everyone else to pick them up for her. To fix her mistakes! If she would have been honest, Orion wouldn’t be here in the first place! But instead she wanted to be all secretive and foreboding, and look where we are!” Little shadows that formed into little floating arrows flew at him then, her angry torrent seemingly childish, like a tantrum of anger.
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 19:14:54 GMT -5
(Gasp! I thought your name and profile pic seemed quite similar to the plot. :3)
Objects rose all around them, Ollie could practically feel them moving through the air. Ollie's gaze flicked from one side to the other, then back to the shade. Taking a deep breath, he vanished into the forgotten realm just before the trash bins and tin cans struck. He walked to a clear section of the alley and reappeared, only to be bombarded by arrows. He narrowly dodged several of them, before tripping over a trash bag. He fell back with a whoosh of air, and cried out when the last arrow struck his leg. "Will you stop throwing things at me! You are making it very difficult to talk!" he snapped, panting as he struggled to sit up. It took him a couple seconds to sit upright. There was a shallow gash on his cheek and an arrow stuck in his afro.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 20:02:28 GMT -5
Shadow gasped as he once again dissapeared, turning around and smirking at his comment, “Sell, can you stop disappearing, we can’t talk if you keep doing that,” she sassily replied, though she rolled her eyes, though she didn’t seem to attack again, white-silver eyes narrowing, “Well go on then,” she impatiently said, “Speak.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 20:04:37 GMT -5
(Yes, there is a correlation there, though I must admit, it wasn’t entirely on purpose.)
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Post by Light on Sept 8, 2019 21:21:22 GMT -5
(Ah. :3 Are the arrows like real arrows or do they poof away to shadow?)
Ollie huffed, but didn't mention that every time he reappeared was a risk he took precisely to talk. Perhaps it was unwise of him, for all he got in return was a scrape on the cheek and an arrow in the leg, but even so, he felt it necessary to figure out as much as he could. "Even if she did do things differently, would there be a full guarantee that things would be different? As much as it hurts, what's is in the past cannot be changed." Ollie was speaking to the shade, but part of him wondered if the statement was also directed towards himself. Even in Holly's case, where she literally changed the past, it was still a memory etched into her being. In that respect, it had still happened. "Must we do this? Must we fight?" he asked more quietly, still seated on the garbage bag. His hand was on his injured leg. Maybe... Just maybe there was a way around this.
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