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open; intro: The Arrival of the Forbidden One

» WHO? Gundam Tanaka
» WHEN? June 8th
» WHERE? Deck Three - Deck Two
» WHAT? Introduction
» WARNINGS? unacceptable astral level underwear

a. Deck Three - Near the Bar

[Gundam blearily cracks an eye open, calmly surveying the new unfamiliar metallic surroundings. It’s not as if he was a stranger to being trapped in odd areas recently. It was almost relieving, despite the dull ache in his head and the sickness gnawing at the pit of his stomach. It was something different from the all too familiar deluxe room of Strawberry House? There are a few troubling things about this scenario though, which Gundam realizes soon after waking. He's gained some sort of jumpsuit and some odd communications device. He doesn't seem to have retained much of anything--]

...!!

[Gundam immediately pulls off the jumpsuit and gently scours the inside of it, obviously not feeling something critical to his person. Four somethings to be exact. He can only unearth two eye makeup pencils.]

I see... [They must have gone on ahead to explore the new surroundings already and will report their findings to him soon. Of course. Gundam takes a moment to pull the jumpsuit back on, but masterfully seems to pull a pair of unfamiliar mortal underwear visible to any astral level from his body while still remaining dressed.]

b. Deck Two - Near the Mess Hall

[Gundam walks for a little bit before really catching his reflection in the metallic sheen of everything around him. Over the low hum of metallic buzzing he can sense that he is starting to approach a more populated area of where it is he's ended up. They might be able to answer some of the questions he has. Of course he wants to know more about where he is-- but. Instead Gundam ducks down facing a wall and opts to do his makeup first.

This is important? It definitely is.]

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Come on...

[Well. When he gets moving again, somewhere between him and the mess hall there's a girl crouching on the ground before one of those network terminals, as low as she can get, peering into a narrow space between the console and the recessed wall. There's a bedsheet puddled on the ground under her knees, and a plate of Something Almost Like Curry off to her side, borrowed from the mess hall.]

It's not safe, it's...just...come on out of there.

[She's anxiously stage-whispering into the crevice.]

[Gundam generally didn't involve himself in the trivial complications of humanity however...]

Your intentions are noble, but this matter is beyond the abilities of a mere mortal like yourself. The beast shall never emerge if you continue forward on your hopeless path.

[Oh who the fuck, she doesn't know that voice.

Erika's shoulders bunch up, and she's silent for a good eight to ten seconds, like maybe his vision is based on movement and staying still and quiet will keep her hidden.

Fortunately, literally nothing works like that. She shoots a defensive glare over her shoulder, hunching to block the crevice from view.]

...It's not - hmm. What do you want?

I want for nothing.

[That's absolutely a lie. Whatever is in that wall? He is 100% sure he wants to pet it.]

You are the one utterly consumed with desperation. Your pitiful pleas... perhaps I was summoned here for this purpose. A task only suitable for a lord of eternal darkness.

[

oh my god he's holding kayfabe offline.

this is the fucking worst.

Erika's turtle impression intensifies.]

Mm. [how do you even begin to engage with that] I. Look. If...I'll let you take a look if you won't be weird about it.

[Ha ha right.

A light froth of bubbles oozes out from the crevice....]

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[Wow his dark powers of the occult are absolutely legitimate???]

[The froth of bubbles peaks his interest even more-- he'd raise his eyebrows if he had any.]

Stay back. It would be disastrous for someone as fragile as yourself to get too close to my poisonous dark aura. [Gundam squats on the floor away from Erika, peering into the crevice with great interest.]

... your familiar. Does it identify as a boy or a girl?

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That's the opposite, [she mutters, as in "the opposite of not being weird", and maintains a baleful, unblinking glare as she scoots away so he can peer in.]

I don't know. [By way of explanation, she pulls a shard of thick eggshell out of the puddle of bedsheet under her knees. It has oddly vibrant colors and must have been rather large before hatching.

(Internally, she doubts it'll care about the subject. But explaining Digimon to a stranger is about the last thing she wants to do; and if it did, hypothetically, care, she wouldn't know yet.)

A few things might be apparent, looking into the crevice. The runaway is:
- dark in color, a deeper blotch of shadow in an already-dark space.
- matte. A bit fuzzy, if you squint.
- exceptionally flexible; the crevice is narrow, and the thing is backed up as far as it can go, squished up into an indistinct vertical blotch to fit.
- possessed of two eyes, golden and dot-like and glowing, that occasionally blink.
- steadily emitting a small amount of bubbly foam. When Gundam comes into view, the blotch wiggles in alarm and starts producing a copious quantity of the stuff.]

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[Gundam appraises the shard of thick eggshell, entirely unfamiliar with the species it derived from. The corners of his mouth twitch in excitement at the prospect of meeting a new creature.]

I see. [It's a baby.] Only recently brought forth into this cruel world.

[Gundam returns his attention to the creature in the crevice. Even in the darkness, he can recognize it's innate cuteness.] Fuhuhu...

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[Gundam's demeanor is almost normal for a moment as he gently tries to coax it out. None of his theatrics necessary.]

Come out my young friend... There is nothing to fear. I won't hurt you.

[It goes still for a moment, and blinks...

....then blows a gigantic amount of bubbles! The foam spills out and blocks it from view.]

What is it doing?! [Erika leans forward as though to push Gundam out of the way, voice tight and fingers on her knees tighter.

Gck--!! [Gundam deftly squirms to avoid her, was he not absolutely clear about staying back?!]

[In a loud whisper.] Accursed woman-- shh! It will never come out if you aren't able to steady yourself!

[Accursed woman?! Ohhh no.

She rounds on him, a bit too overwhelmed by the proximity of a stranger to come up with a decent rebuttal, but physically emboldened. The station is her home. She lives here now. He's the newcomer, and if he thinks he gets to mouth off to her he'd better reevaluate.

She advances on his space again, with all the spirit of a knife emoji, hunched-over and narrow-eyed.

(The crevice backs up to the back and other side of the console. Unseen, the creature wiggles towards freedom...)]

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[STILL WHISPERING!] Fool, stay back--!!

[No wonder it doesn't want to come out with her around.] Do you not wish to obtain your familiar again?

You don't know what you're talking about. [Also, NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO, so she bulls forward out of sheer spite.] You just scared it more!

[The creature wiggles free, ducking behind the rumpled bedsheet and popping back up without concern to wriggle towards The Thing That Might Have Dreamed Of Being Curry.

It considers it.

And then it opens its mouth and starts to engulf the meal, expanding like a balloon to envelop it, plate and all.....]

[She's too close now for Gundam's comfort even despite the temptation of the adorable hell beast. He bolts up, recoiling from her.

Perhaps he did a poor job of communicating his intentions with her familiar. That must be what's upsetting her. The bond between mortals and their pets was not to be trifled with.]

Fear not, your dreaded beast is not hiding out of fear. It merely wishes to play.

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[Looking past Erika though, Gundam watches as the black blob devours the 'curry' in absolute awe.]

Kekeke...fuhahahaha! Such a phenomenal display!

[God he really hopes it will let him pet it??]

It's not- [wait what what's a OH GOD]

-No no no not the plate!

[She dives in to seize the lip of the plate just before it disappears completely. It comes free slowly, with a reluctant squelching noise, but the meal upon it is long gone.

The Botamon quivers like Jell-O and closes its eyes in contentment, slowly returning to normal proportions as it...digests?...the food.

Erika holds the plate at arm's length, many and conflicting emotions on her face.]

[It's lively! Gundam wants twelve, thank you.]

Have you been sated, dark phantasm?

[Knowing it's propensity for taking off without warning, Gundam approaches Botamon tentatively.]

[It makes a gurgling, digesting noise and emits a few lazy bubbles, flapping its ears at him once. Yeah, that was a good meal. It could go for a nap now.]

This needs to go back. [Now that it's uhhh. Soiled. Erika still isn't sure about using any more than the tips of her fingers to handle the plate. At the same time, she doesn't want to leave the Digimon alone with this guy...? She kneels there awkwardly, facing Botamon and watching Gundam out of the corner of her eye.]

[Gundam does take notice of the way she's holding the plate, his heart beating faster in his chest. Is it a new species that is both utterly adorable and possibly dangerous?

This is easily the best day he's had in weeks.]

Do you wonder if the creature is poisonous to the touch or if it emits venoms?

[Gundam grabs for the air around his neck awkwardly, forgetting that he does not have his scarf-- MOST VEXING. This jumpsuit was so impractical. He's almost about to start pulling it off again to bundle in his arms so he can handle Botamon, but then remembers Erika's bedsheet.]

This shall do. [Gundam takes the sheet and holds it to his chest for a moment to warm it, then extends the makeshift bed in his arms to Botamon as an invitation to rest.]

Come my friend... you're a good girl. Such a good girl. No harm shall come to you in my embrace, rest my friend.

[She sighs at him, under her breath but audibly, with no small amount of stubborn animosity and continued DEEP SUSPICION.]

...It's not poisonous.

[Botamon blinks at him quizzically - glances at Erika to puzzle out her sour expression - wiggles its ears and yawns, and hops lazily up and into his arms.

It will accept pets. Its skin is elastic and covered in soft, dense black fuzz, and it has a squishy, boneless consistency. Like a daifukumochi, or a gel stress ball.]

[Gundam assumes the sigh is about the lack of venom coursing through this creature's being. Relatable.

He gently rubs his fingers against Botamon's body, absolutely enthralled. Despite being stranded on islands over the last few weeks, there was a dire lack of animals to interact with.

Truly the greatest form of torture one could endure as the Super High School Level Breeder.]

...

[He could stand here petting this wonderful slumbering monstrosity while ignoring Erika forever.]

[They are at a bit of an impasse, because Erika can sit still and be quiet and discontent for just about forever, too.

So she's just gonna,

uh,

sit here all moody and hedgehoggy and watch Botamon until Gundam says something or someone interrupts them or the Digimon does something.

Which could be a while, because it is sacked the fuck out. Babies, man.]

[ venus probably sees gundam before he sees her - eyeliner can be a real pain to put on, and especially to notice someone while you're doing it - but not by much.

she is radiant, literally glowing like a soft and warm lightbulb. there are an enormous pair of wings on her back. there are eyes on her wings. they appear to be fully functional, if the way they swivel and watch gundam curiously is any indicator.

supreme overlord of ice, meet... the devil. ]

Oh my god?

[ the devil who appears to be very excited, at least - judging from the way she's hurrying over, crouching down a few meters away and asking in a conspiratorial tone: ]

Oh my god, did you find eyeliner here? Where was it?

[Gundam is nearly done filling in the grey of his lightening bolt eye insignia-- when he realizes something is coming at him from behind in the reflection of the metallic wall.

Attacking from behind--!! Such cowardice?

He jerks his body upwards as he abruptly turns to face it, striking a defensive stance and wielding his eyeliner pens like weapons.]

Stand back! Do not come any closer or you shall face the wrath of a true G--

[Venus is... certainly a sight to behold. From the glow of her body, the eyed wings splaying out from her back--!!

Never has Gundam felt so terribly under dressed??]

--God of the Netherworld!

Cry for your inferior god as much as you please! I shall render them deaf to your pathetic pleas should they try to interfere!

Oh??

[ venus is... well, suitably intimidated? which is to say, not very intimidated at all outside of the sudden movements. he was definitely just crouching down and putting eyeliner on, and she surprised him, so- it's not really on him?

but that last part is an interesting one. she perks up a bit, offering- ]

-oh! A god of the netherworld, is that like- hell? Like, the devil, right? [ and then, as if her analogy wasn't flawed or humiliating enough, she cheerfully offers: ] Haha, samesies!

['S-sameies?']

[...is she mocking him?

She definitely must be mocking him...]

Fool! As if any god could cast a being like me down! Hell has never known a beast such as myself!

[ "samesies." wouldn't you be excited too? finding out that someone else was a devil, i mean. and definitely not a chuuni pretending to be one. ]

Whoa. That's pretty impressive? Kind of disappointing, though. At least a little.

[ sorry, gundam. she's just... not the right person for this little competition. she finally finishes processing the last thing he said, cheerfully offering- ]

And I don't really want to cry for any god? Like, I only know the one, and he's sort of- a real asshole, you know? [ and then, helpfully correcting herself- ] Sorry. I guess I know two now??

[There've been enough people coming in and out of the bar recently, partaking in the various drinking activities as adults are wont to do in times of distress, and teens are affectionately enamored with in times of rebellion. Which meant that there were a lot of empty bottles to work with. With Haru working so diligently on the garden, Ryuji figures that wine bottles, in particular, would probably make good water vessels to store potable sustenance for the plants in case... well, something disastrous happens.

Like the gravity going off again.

Better off being prepared; something Ryuji's not particularly great at? but he's trying. He's under the bar, ducking low to pick the empties up and put them into a box so that he can bring them over to the station's farm. Standing up, he suddenly notices someone else in the room, someone half nakedly putting a jumpsuit back on and pulling out a pair of undies.

And stands there terrified for a split second, dropping the box with a loud crash on the floor.]

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

[Gundam looks over in the direction of the loud screaming and crashing box.

Such a loud and uncouth entrance? Where is the finesse? The flair? Not even an effort at some bravado? Tch.

To think this is the first person an overlord like himself has to encounter in this scenario...?]

How pitiful...

[Gundam's eyes lock onto Ryuji's as he lets the underwear in his hand drop to the ground.]

[The underwear falls with the grace only someone of the darkest influence could enact upon. Ryuji's gaze flickers from the unsightly scene, as it unwinds in agonizingly slow motion.]

What the hell did the space undies do to you to deserve that kinda discarded treatment?

[Is he sure that he really wants to know the answer to that?

Probably not.]

Dude, don't just... don't leave 'em there on the floor...

[Are you really asking him why he's not wearing the strange space underwear he inexplicably happened to wake up in?

And you think he's the weird one in this scenario?]

Fool! To think that any being let alone one as great and powerful as myself would adorn their corporeal form in foreign intimates?

Disgusting...!!

[Yeah, but the underwear's good for support! Regardless of its origin, it's doing its job on the station. And it also kind of doubles as a swimsuit in a pinch.]

So you're gonna free ball it.

[He doesn't believe in invisible panties, sorry.

But hey... would it be weird to ask if he really doesn't want them to give them over to Ryuji so he can... wash them... and have 3 pairs?

Wait. Probably. Yeah.

That's really weird. So he won't ask.]

What kinda powers do you have, anyway?

[D-don't talk about his balls so freely?!]

Insolent wretch!

[Also he doesn't own "invisible panties" you troglodyte--!! They merely appear to be invisible to those who's astral levels are too low to appropriately visualize them!]

I am the embodiment of horror itself! Stay back, lest you have a death wish!

[Oh man, this guy is kinda funny.

He ends up smiling, scratching the back of his head. He'd probably be insulted under other circumstances, but the anger doesn't even register.]

Dude, I haven't even moved an inch? So you want me to like. Step backward or somethin'?

You're givin' me totally mixed signals.

[On the contrary, Gundam finds Ryuji to be really aggravating? From his unimpressive arrival to his crass choices of conversation!

Gundam gestures theatrically with his hands. He's wielding the only things on his person, his makeup, like weapons.]

Recoil, worm! Back into the lowly pit you crawled out from, before I bury you six feet deep myself!

[Gundam's not down with vulgar boy antics, which... FAIR... okay, but also, counterpoint - how is he going to be buried 6 feet deep if there's only metal in every direction around them?

One sliver of an eyebrow raises up. He's going to get makeupped to death? Stabbed through the heart with eyeliner?]

Oh! Oh no~ Maybe I oughta scram before I get totally annihilated!

[Well, okay, he'll just make an ass out of himself instead and lower himself down, wriggling below the bar to make it look like he's been vanquished.]

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