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[klaus]

"are you afraid of me?"

. . .

"it's alright if you are... I understand...I know you..."

. . . ?

"You're wondering how...?"


"I wear the face of your heart."

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The "face of his heart", huh? What did that even mean? Could it be possible that the little digimon that he had met belonged to him? Klaus even got a fancy schmancy digivice to go along with it - which would make him a digidestined. Suddenly he had a kinship with the children that had been vanishing from England thanks to the pesky Harvesters and their humble servants. Then there was Kokomon... who had somehow miraculously hadn't had fallen victim to one of Klaus' violent tics. He wasn't frustrated by Kokomon, he understood them - something that had actually managed to surprise him all things considering. This creature claimed to be some kind of manifestation of him - an incarnation of his soul. Out of all the things Klaus hated in the world the thing that made the top of the list was himself. But inside Kokomon he saw his weakness, his darkness and his desire for justice that still lived on but struggled like a dying flame. Klaus was never one to believe in all that spiritual crap but the moment he laid eyes on the creature he just knew. Kokomon was his and only his.

He wouldn't let the digimon out of his sight, and Kokomon didn't seem to mind that much at all. Most, if not all of the time Klaus cradled Kokomon like an infant. The rest of the time he had the creature on his shoulder, where it was easier for it to murmur to him in its soft voice. He had tried to fight it, but each time the thought crossed his mind Kokomon went ahead and read him like a book.

"You're wondering...after all this time...how could I possibly be yours?"

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"You say you don't want me reading your mind... but you do. You need someone to explain for you... why you are the way you are..."[/color][/i]

"You hurt things because you don't know how else to handle them... I will teach you."[/color][/i][/center]

Right every time - and he couldn't find a reason to be angry with the digimon. So, for now, he'd tolerate it.

It had been a long day. Tokyo was such a vast city and full of cute giggling young japanese girls and business men who always had places to be. So many people... too many people. Klaus wasn't sure if he exactly had enjoyed his tour around the nearby apartments. So pricy, but he could afford it. Now he just had to get back to his hotel in Odaiba, which unfortunately was positioned in a way the bright obnoxious lights from the Ferris Wheel went right into his room. Most people would have probably appreciated the 'amazing' view, but not Klaus. He didn't appreciate anything.

Onto the train he went when it came to a screeching stop, walking in with Kokomon rested on his shoulder and his expression as dull and dim as ever. He was dressed rather nicely, topped head to toe in a black suit with a loose and obnoxiously orange tie. The only flaw was his crazy sideburns sticking out everywhere, but he never cared much about the mess of hair on his head. A low groan emitted between his clenched teeth as he could have sworn he had just seen two digimon bounce by his feet. Already...this whole trip... he knew...

it would suck.

His eyes traveled to the two stress-ridden looking girls then back to the digimon that had rolled under the seat... then saw the child abruptly pick up one of them. Another groan... Klaus knew that... the only way that he'd keep that girl from bursting into tears, he'd have to intervene. His large form trudged over to that obnoxiously loud child, and his eyes swiveled down to the bridge of his nose.. not even bothering trying to sink down to his level as most adults would when confronting a kid delicately about something like this.

"Tha'." He began, reaching out to forcibly take Nyaromon from the little girl, not granting them enough time to tighten the grip around the poor digimon, "Is not yours."

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[Laurette Beaumont]

The little girl blinked as her prize was taken from her. She blinked and stared up at him before promptly bursting into tears and clinging to her mother like some sort of monster had jumped out in front of her. The mother hugged at her daughter and sent Klaus an apologetic look before returning her attention to the girl and attempting to quiet her tears.

Nyaromon blinked up at her savior, eyes wide. She fet a pang from her ego that she had even needed 'saving' in the first place. That pang was smacked down a bit by her gratitude and awe. Her hero!

There was something different about him, though. What was it? There was a digimon on his shoulder. That was a pleasant surprise. Two others with digimon met within the same hour. This one seemed a lot more agreeable, though. She would have kept her guard up about him too, had she not just been helped out by him. Not only that, but there was a constant nag at her. What was it that was different? She could see the digimon, she could see the guy, but she could barely feel any difference.

"Who are you?" she asked, eyes practically glittering.

Laurette, still clinging tightly to the pole as the train lurched forward. Her eyes shot open wide as it finally occurred to her. She had no idea what had happened to her little digimon during all of this. She looked around in a panic, trying to locate her precious little Nyaro. Her eyes actually passed over her twice before she finally recognized that she was looking at her. She pulled away unsteadily from the pole and wobbled over to where Klaus stood, just barely keeping her feet on the floor.

"You 'ave found my deezheemon, merci beaucoup!" she exclaimed, reaching her hands out unsteadily to take her kitten. She did not get far, though, and ended up having to cling to the nearest pole once more to keep her balance. Would not want a repeat performance of what had happened earlier.

[molls]

Dear GOD someone had to teach this girl to watch where the hell she was going. Molly visibly winced as she found a rather tender spot to press against on her attempts to get back to the pole, but showed some restraint in that she didn't immediately shove her to the floor, and waited until she was no longer pinned to the seat to rise herself, with the idea in mind of retriving her bag before anything untoward were to happen to it an the immature digimon resting inside of it.

Unfortunately, as seemed to be her luck - someone else got to it first. At least the kid'd discovered Frenchie's digimon first and seemed perfectly content in just manhandling it. That meant THAT in particular wasn't her problem. Pagumon, despite his childish outlook on just about everything (which could be incredibly infuriating) wasn't exactly child-friendly looking. Kid'd probably be screaming it's head off if she'd grabbed him by mistake. His eyes did happen to look a little...evil - disembodied black head-thing aside.

"Grea' thanks, can'ya move outta t'way then." She grumbled at a man who had stepped into rescue the other girl's digimon from a bleak future as some five year old's newest plaything. She was a girl on a mission - moving as best she could in the opposite direction of the occasionally lurching train toward the abandoned back just underneath the seat. She had enough time to not that the guy had all the charm of a gravedigger - but then again, you got all kinds of crazies on the subway. But she failed to pay attention to yet another digimon perched on his shoulder, which was a feature she probably should have paid more attention to when passing so quick a judgement on tall, dark and morose.

Sinking to a crouch, she plucked the bag from it's spot under the seat - but realized an immediate difference when she picked it up with the intent to pull it back towards her chest. It was light. Scarily light. Like it was empty.

Oh crap.

"Alrigh' - you, with t'tail and the ears - cat-thing. Did'ja see where he wen'?" She made her way back over to the girl, and her new 'hero' - but addressed the digimon - seeing as she was the one who'd probably seen him last before he scarpered off. "I'm no' loikin' the idea o'playin' hide'n'seek on a bloody train so if ya saw where he made off t'I'd be much obliged." It may have came off as if she was sincerely asking for help, as if she were truly trying to make up for snapping earlier, if she did not speak through carefully clenched teeth. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was finding Pagumon before he...he set something on fire, or got stepped on or jumped out of the train or onto the tracks...

Not that she was actually WORRIED for the digimon. She just...really didn't feel like losing out on her investment. Really.

[klaus]

so give me something to believe ; cause i am living just to breathe

and i need something more to keep on breathing for

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://cdn-wallpapers.crackberry.com/files/images/wallpaper_20100907044642_20496074242.preview.jpg');,true] SO GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE . Wow, Klaus made a kid cry. It took a lot of effort to fight back a twisted little smile - which he HAD managed to do ... if Klaus Marlowe ended up smiling at anything it was a sure sign of the apocalypse. But that wasn't much on the man's mind anymore. He and Kokomon found themselves face-to-face with a sparkly-eyed cat head. The only indication of any interest or curiosity that touched upon Klaus' features was the ever-so-slight quirk of his brow... otherwise looking as uninterested as the moment he stepped foot onto the subway. "Who are you?" Kokomon, unlike Klaus, could smile without the promise of impending doom. With a small flick of its ears, the in-training digimon went to speak before its human companion. "Kokomon and Klaus Marlowe." it stated in a very matter-of-fact manner - not unlike the soulless tone that Klaus did. And suddenly a very pink...very blonde girl appeared before him and muttered words of thanks in french. The force of which Klaus rolled his eyes upwards into his skull pained him... zhe french so... flowery and flamboyant and... well... wait. The messy man's eyes drooped back down to get a better look at the girl who so happy thanked him - and Kokomon detected an alien feeling from its partner. It was a positive, fuzzy feeling that didn't have a name. Neither human nor digimon recognized flattery - so it was a particularly difficult interaction for the two of them as the word 'beaucoup' fluttered around his head in the same way as the feeling in his gut. Once he opened his mouth to speak, the only thing that managed to come out was an elongated...awkward... "uh––?" "Grea' thanks, can'ya move outta t'way then." Huh. Must have been a Eurotrip or something. Miss Lucky Charms decided to sneak up on him and tell him to move - and Klaus being Klaus took a while to let the request register. He turned to face the fiery red-head and only managed to tilt his head somewhat to the side, jaws parting to formulate an appropriate response to the situation before releasing a very low...very unenthusiastic groan. The giant took two very slow side-steps away from the seats to give Molly the space she needed to look for Pagumon, unsure whether or not the ideal thing to do would be to help or let her do it herself. She had been so insistent, however, to get him to move... so why bother. The man's eyes slowly rolled up to face the top of the train, watching the faint flicker of lights that passed by causing his pupils to expand and constrict appropriately. The only words that Klaus could think of to speak at this point came as naturally to him as taking in a breath. The space-filler he used every-so-often he was faced with an awkward situation such as this. With another long, overly-dramatic sigh, he tilted his head up to face the ceiling and let the words bubble up as they so often did, "Someone please jus' kill me." ♔MOOD [DEPRESSED] ♔KARMA [+1 @ LAUR FOR BEING CUTE] ♔OOC [N/A]

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[Laurette Beaumont]

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[atrb=width,400px] Nyaromon lowered her gaze, forcing herself to stop staring. Ego beat, confused and relieved, she nestled into Laurette's arms as the girl was finally able to take her from the man. Such an incredibly odd presence. It pu ther somewhat on edge, though she did not feel as though he was any danger. After all, he had helped her. Laurette stepped back quickly as Molly passed by. She wanted to be as out of the way of the other girl as she possibly could and avoid putting her off any more. After an introduction like that, she had no idea what would set her off. She still had no idea what had gotten her so angry with her initially. She ducked her head and gave her little digimon a kiss on the head. She was just as relieved as the little round feline was to have her in her arms. The digimon blinked as she suddenly found herself being addressed by the redhead. She stared at her for a moment, mouth scrunching up a bit. "Umm..." her eyes darted around, trying to locate the digimon. "I think he bumped into me when we fell, but I didn't see what happened to him cuz the kid picked me up..." she admitted, feeling a little worried. She may not have much appreciated the girl, but that was a fellow digimon that was missing. While this was exchanged, Laurette felt a shocked surprise as the man uttered those harsh words. She stared up at him for a moment, nibbling lightly on her lip. She considered telling him that he should not say such a thing, but she bit her tongue. If it was out of irritation then saying that would only make it worse. "Eet eez not dzat bad 'ere, no?" She said instead, giving an awkward smile. It must have been the subway system. That must be it! Maybe something in the air made people aggressive or unhappy. Weird. Squirming from Nyaromon was what captured the girl's attention next. "Put me down at your feet, I can see on the bottom of all the seats!" the digimon instructed. Of course, Laurette was incredibly reluctant to do so. She had just got the darned thing back in her arms, dropping her back on the dirty floor did not sound very appealing to her at all. As the digimon did not cease her uncomfortable movements, however, she opted to do so to appease her partner. "Stay at my feet, do not go off and away," she ordered, causing the little digimon to roll her eyes. She was dropped to the floor, though, like she wanted. She did not dart away from the girl but she did move around a bit as she dragged her eyes along the bottom of the seats. She had to resist the urge to go darting off again when she thought she saw another digimon. It was a good thing she minded Laurette, though, when it turned out by second glance that it was actually a bag someone had kicked under their seat.