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poly_chromatic2013-07-06 03:31 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-07-06 03:31 am
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♦ ♦ 26th Contract
[ Anonymous Text/Unhackable ]
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
[ It reads like total gibberish. But it's a code -- recognizable to any soldier from his team in Heaven's War. If old faces (Amber, Pai, Carime) are here, at least they'll get the message. I'm here where you are. ]
Here we go again. It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. And the tourists are scattered out like maggots with half the brains. Even under 'new management', the City never changes.
As for me, I have time to kill. A ton of it. The City's a waiting room, and life here's a waiting game, but I'm getting good at it. Who would have imagined? Probably not those I knew before. But if they're not about to confirm or deny, I guess you'll have to take my word for it.
[ Come on, guys. Take the bait. Let him know you're here. ]
[ Options For Run-Ins: ]
[ ∰ Xanadu (Li): It's late evening, and the first stars twinkle in the sky. He's found a good spot on a grassy hill. A telescope rests on its stand beside him, a few small books and tools scattered nearby, along with the remains of a picnic on a checkered cloth under 'Li's reclining form: scraps of bread and cheese, a few tumbled apples, a thermos mostly empty of tea. Just an ordinary young man, out for a night of stargazing. ]
[ Come join him, why don't you? The skies couldn't be clearer. ]
[ ∰ Underground (Reaper): His clash with the six tusked demons has ended. The final monster has dropped -- decapitated, oozing blood. Masked and armed, Hei lies sprawled on the grime-slippery ground, not too far off, a blade still in his hand. The hilt feels hot, and molded to his gloved fingers. But it's quiet now, and that has to be good. He has a few scrapes and bruises that ache from the brawl, but it's nothing serious. The rest of his muscles are singing, the high-pitched song of the battle well-ended. ]
[ If you recognize the masked man, step forward -- carefully. If you don't? Keep your distance. ]
[OOC: Have at him, one and all. Just please be aware tags will be slow, so backtagging is mightily encouraged<33 ]
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
[ It reads like total gibberish. But it's a code -- recognizable to any soldier from his team in Heaven's War. If old faces (Amber, Pai, Carime) are here, at least they'll get the message. I'm here where you are. ]
Here we go again. It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. And the tourists are scattered out like maggots with half the brains. Even under 'new management', the City never changes.
As for me, I have time to kill. A ton of it. The City's a waiting room, and life here's a waiting game, but I'm getting good at it. Who would have imagined? Probably not those I knew before. But if they're not about to confirm or deny, I guess you'll have to take my word for it.
[ Come on, guys. Take the bait. Let him know you're here. ]
[ Options For Run-Ins: ]
[ ∰ Xanadu (Li): It's late evening, and the first stars twinkle in the sky. He's found a good spot on a grassy hill. A telescope rests on its stand beside him, a few small books and tools scattered nearby, along with the remains of a picnic on a checkered cloth under 'Li's reclining form: scraps of bread and cheese, a few tumbled apples, a thermos mostly empty of tea. Just an ordinary young man, out for a night of stargazing. ]
[ Come join him, why don't you? The skies couldn't be clearer. ]
[ ∰ Underground (Reaper): His clash with the six tusked demons has ended. The final monster has dropped -- decapitated, oozing blood. Masked and armed, Hei lies sprawled on the grime-slippery ground, not too far off, a blade still in his hand. The hilt feels hot, and molded to his gloved fingers. But it's quiet now, and that has to be good. He has a few scrapes and bruises that ache from the brawl, but it's nothing serious. The rest of his muscles are singing, the high-pitched song of the battle well-ended. ]
[ If you recognize the masked man, step forward -- carefully. If you don't? Keep your distance. ]
[OOC: Have at him, one and all. Just please be aware tags will be slow, so backtagging is mightily encouraged<33 ]
Xanadu
Li-san, it's nice to get a chance to see you again.
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Ah! Ken-chan! I thought that was you. [ His gaze drops -- a tad uncertainly -- on the creature in Ken's arms. ] Um... is that a pet of yours?
no subject
No! Leafmon's my partner. Not a pet. Remember the partner I told you about? This is his younger form.
1/2
It t-t-talked!
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Younger form, huh? Well... It is kind of cute. [ With a quick apologetic glance at the digimon, ] Th-that's to say you, mister not-pet, are, um. Easy on the eyes.
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Of course I talked about you. I missed you. [Ken hugs his partner, then looks back towards Li.] Is it all right if we sit with you?
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How about that. He's polite like Ken-chan too. [ To Ken, with a small peripheral gesture, ] Yes, of course. [ A pause, ] Does, um, your partner eat sandwiches? [ Or is Leafmon more into photosynthesis? With an embarrassed stutter, he turns to Leafmon. ] I guess I should be asking you directly, huh?