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Post by max on Oct 2, 2011 19:34:30 GMT -5
It was a dreadful scene, a gruff male hovering over a fragile female with his hand covering her mouth. Her eyes faltered to the side, seeming to have lost hope. After all-- suspended and cornered with her only means of obtaining help blocked off by a limb-- How could she possibly get out of this one? There was no one around within the area to notice her suffering, so she might as well have given up on any assistance coming. It would all be over soon.
Bang.
Before the girl knew it, the man's hand had withdrawn itself from her delicate face and his body had staggered back from hers. Was it over already? It actually seemed painless. As if he hadn't made any contact with her! Really, her mind had been spinning so hard in fear that she didn't take notice to the sound of what had incapacitated her assailant. A gunshot. A paintball gunshot, to be exact.
"Guessing it'd be a little insensitive to yell out 'headshot!' instead of asking if you're okay, huh?" called out Niall in Japanese, his hand twirling the weapon he had used to save the girl's life-- Or, possibly, her purity-- in his hand as though it were a toy. He would click the 'safe' button on the paintball pistol before sliding it underneath the back of his leather jacket, where a vacant holster was waiting for its return. There was a reason why Niall chose such a tool in his vigilante escapades-- Easy use, they got the job done, and they were oh-so-easy to stash within his treasured biker jacket.
Looking to the woman with expectant eyes, as if expecting some form of approval from her for his efforts in ensuring justice was dealt, he would be disheartened to find that she didn't plan on sticking around to say 'thanks' or entertain him with small conversation. No, she had fled into the night with her heels clacking against the ground. "Oh, yeah. Run from the guy who just stopped your rape. Don't give 'im a 'thank you' or a damn cookie. Ugh," he ranted as he pulled down the man's pants. No, he wasn't going to make love to the crook's unconscious body. Ripping the lower garment's down the middle, he would use one leg to tie his hands and the other to bind his ankles. Taking a sharpie marker from his pocket, he would write 'I thought I could get lucky by cramming my peen into some poor, -unwilling- girl and got busted' on his forehead.
After a quick call to report the crime, Niall peeled off the domino mask that was plastered across his face. He wasn't going to go on any crime interrupting sprees without some form of disguise! Pulling back his hood, the youth slid his hands into his pockets and began to walk away. He wasn't too sure of the legality of paintball guns in Japan, so he wouldn't jeopardize himself by sticking around. Besides, he had come back to Japan for business. There was no way in hell he would be back in those familiar streets otherwise. Taking in the sights, he would breathe in and chuckle.
"Ah, Japan. Land of cute school girls and just as much crime as good ol' New York. And, apparently, opportunity..."
The murmur ended just as his pace came to a halt. Niall was now staring down a rather large building, it's only designation being a sign that read 'A.I.R.' Pressing open the doors, he would tread carefully to the front desk where he would proceed to lean in and flirt with the attendant. "Do you enjoy being unreasonably hot? Almost made me forget why I came here in the first place! 'Dominic' around? I'm supposed to meet with him for some deal. Something to 'make my life better' or whatever."
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Post by mickey on Oct 2, 2011 20:18:04 GMT -5
Ahhh...oh God... Customers...
And of course it couldn't just be your everyday run-o-the-mill customers. The moment Dominic heard Niall's voice from the other room he was just certain this guy had an ego. Not only by his tone but hitting on the chick at the main desk? C'mon... that was HIS job! Dominic never liked competition, but when he came out to see that the guy was significantly younger than him and hadn't a chance with any beautiful woman that worked at A.I.R. he felt his confidence climb right back up.
The blonde could feel his grin widening some as he glanced over Niall. He kept thinking to himself how no number of leather jackets could make up for the fact that he was still just a kid. Dominic couldn't deny that Niall was far cooler than he ever looked when he was seventeen, however. That enough was to put the aspiring comedian on edge. Despite all the silent insults that swarm in his head and tempted his tongue, Mickey strode over to the other and cleared his throat - sticking out a hand that he was completely prepared to squeeze with an iron grip. "That's me! Dominic Sauls at your service Mr. Quinn!"
Haha yesss no one would suspect such a grip from such a... soft-looking blonde guy. Mickey kept his hand extended like a fisherman's hook trying to tempt his catch. But he couldn't waste much time only waiting for a handshake, while he did so Dominic shifted on his heels a bit and pressed the button on a nearby wall... one that would lift a steel sheet to show that there had been ... rather exotic-looking animals behind a glass tank ( all separated by hard plastic sheets complete with airholes! )
"Mr. Quinn...what would you say if I told you that one of these magnificent creatures could be yours?" Ugh. He could gag at how scripted that sounded. Mickey was NOT cut out to be a villain... let alone a simple salesman.
There were five of them. A white reptile dressed in a black fur pelt, a purple and white rabbit that stood up on two feet... some kind of... mutant catepillar that was ten times as large as any insect should ever be, what appeared to be a giant kiwi bird with a skull for a head... and last but not least, a lion cub. "These are called Digimon. They're animal-like creatures that are born whenever a special human is. But these guys..." Dominic explained, gesturing to the glass wall. "These guys weren't born for anyone, just like you. They make for great companions... and... they also have like, magic powers... they talk and stuff too! If you buy one you'll have a friend for life. Not to mention uh... yanno... powers that we won't bother questioning you about cos that's not cool and by policy - none of our business."
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Post by leormon on Oct 2, 2011 21:03:48 GMT -5
Oh, not this again.
The metal wall that kept him from seeing the humans walking around in the building slid up, and he was treated to the delightful sight of a customer as well as his handler, who was going through the marketing pitch.
Leormon's ears flattened. He couldn't say he hated Dominic with the revulsion typically reserved for himself, and occasionally, the customers that came in to buy a Digimon - the handler was infuriatingly difficult to loathe. That didn't mean he didn't express his anger - he was sure he left some nice scars when he had last gotten at Dominic - but he generally tolerated him. Still, hearing such blatant lies was both sickening and...
In a way, it almost amused him. Some of the others were hardly a threat - meek, or even happy enough to not put up a fight, both weaklings - but he was hardly going to pander to someone who bought him with the expectation of being friends. If he didn't escape first, he would make sure to let the humans know exactly what he thought of their little attempt to cheat destiny.
This one didn't look exactly like the others. He didn't look like he needed protection, or at least moved like he wasn't looking for it. Regardless, Leormon's best bet was just to use the usual tactic. Feigning disinterest, he yawned , stifling the impulse to elongate the gesture into posturing. Trying to show his strength, to prove himself, would do nothing for him here. Shuffling a bit in his cage, he curled up carefully so he could keep on eye on what was happening, and let his eyelids drift until an unobservant bystander would have assumed he was napping.
He didn't particularly like having to act like this. Not when he so desperately wanted to rage and pace and snarl and show just who they were treating as merchandise. Not when he hated the gradual disappearances, the other digimon leaving never to be seen again - like the friends he hadn't glimpsed since he had been captured. But if he showed just how much the sales bothered him, they would know that it hurt him. It'd be showing a weakness, and he couldn't be weak.
Not ever, and especially not here.
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Post by max on Oct 2, 2011 21:24:04 GMT -5
Niall received a giggle from the girl, causing him to force a smile. Oh, he knew what that meant. She was looking down on him! Underestimating him for his age! But he didn't care. She earned the right to by looking so great. Besides, something arrived to take his mind off of her-- Dominic, to be specific. It wouldn't take long for Niall's green hues to fall upon the blonde, his mind immediately registering that trait. Blonde Japanese weren't a common thing to him. Sure, his generation seemed to have a hair dye fetish, but you were more likely to run into a blue haired male than blonde!
Dominic's self-introduction was appreciated, though. It moved things along without resting things on Niall to make conversation, something he enjoyed! He arched a brow at the extended hand, though. While something told him he would regret it-- More-so for the chance of catching something awful-- he figured he shouldn't be rude. Not yet, at least. Reaching his own hand out to meet a vice grip, the younger male would wince before smirking slightly.
"Cute," he began sarcastically before retrieving his assaulted hand. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he turned to the wall to see it fly up. Once it had finished, Niall would look in slight awe. They moved an entire freakin' wall! How much set-up did it take to get a removable wall!? Oh, the strange animals behind it were interesting, too. He'd have to make a mental note of that scenario. Being a hater of crime and considering what he witnessed had to be -some- form of animal cruelty, he would make a mental note to come back in at a later date in a costume with some tear gas. Or something around that level of extravagance. For now, he had a deal to go through with.
He could only respond to the 'dealer' with a chuckle, though. A chuckle that crept into full laughter-- Surely drawing the attention of others in the room. Niall would brush away a fake tear, looking to the animals in the exhibit. Taking in their expressions, which actually seemed to be more humane than most creatures could muster, he would walk closer for a better examination. Perhaps there was some truth to the man's well-thought story. However, he wouldn't get himself ripped off without a demonstration, at least!
"I like you, Dom. 'Nic? Mind if I call you Mickey? Right, Mickey. That's quite a story. You expect me to believe that Simba over here with the 'tough guy' complex can talk and do magical shit?" he questioned, his voice jumping from tones of snark to being sheerly playful. It was a lot to take in, after all! Surely he would get a demonstration of the creature at least talking. Such was a double purpose behind Niall's words. If it could think and speak, then surely the lion would protest against Niall. If it had done that alone, the brunette would've been sold! Still, he wouldn't expect such and merely laughed once more.
"Funny, mate. Funny!"
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Post by mickey on Oct 8, 2011 9:49:14 GMT -5
While Dominic would not have been bothered by being called 'Mickey' (seeing as it was his nickname, one that he used more often than his real name) something about Niall assuming he'd be alright with it was...offputting to say the least. The blonde's eyes narrowed a fraction at the other male, nervously tapping each of his fingertips against his pant legs as he so openly doubted the digimon.
Well, it wasn't exactly normal or heard of ....talking animals. Dominic didn't even really consider them 'animals' to a point - they were far too intelligent to be lumped in the same category as stupid dogs that peed all over the carpet all the time. ...He didn't like dogs.
Then Niall laughed, something setting him a bit more on edge but he decided to ignore the teen's egocentric attitude for now. As much as Leormon disliked him, Mickey wasn't finding himself too happy that this happened to be the specific digimon that ego mc doober head wanted. But the boy shrugged, suddenly reminded of all the times that Leormon had bitten and scratched him. Perhaps spending time with a guy who had an ego as overinflated as his would knock him down a few notches.
"Don't believe me?" he muttered in a challenging tone. "Go over and introduce yourself!" Just for kicks and giggles, Mickey pulled back a fist and gave Niall what was supposed to be masked as an encouraging jab ended up becoming a full-out punch that was probably hard enough to knock the front teeth out of a toddler. Dominic was immediately regretting this and pulled his fist back to rest his throbbing knuckles in his other hand, walking back over to the front desk with a horrified expression. Hopefully Niall would be more interested in talking to Mr. King Kittycat than returning the favor.
ooc; OH GAWD IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;D; You guys can start skipping my turn now until Niall's ready to check out <3
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Post by leormon on Oct 10, 2011 10:54:27 GMT -5
The disparaging tone was enough to set his fur on end, and the nonchalance he had been trying to fake was wiped away in an instant.
Leormon leaped to his feet and glared out through the glass, the fur on his head rippling with static electricity. "Believe it, human," he hissed. He knew he had just walked into a trap of sorts, but he couldn't stand being insulted. As if he was one of those stupid and mute creatures of flesh and blood! And now this man expected him to be as tame and obedient and repulsively weak as one of those cats... well, he would prove him wrong.
He lashed his tail and glowered some more. If he had bothered to think more clearly, rather than sink into indignant rage, he would have been uneasy at being singled out like this, and what it probably meant. He couldn't bother with that, though - the fate of the others who had been bought didn't concern him right now. "And my name is Leormon. If you call me by a nickname, I'll claw your eyes out!" A threat that was surely quite effective, considering that he was safely in a cage. Not that he was quite enraged enough to try to break out - his plans for escape never involved futilely ramming the cage in an attempt to break it.
It was obvious that Dominic was hardly going to help him in any way - though he approved of the punch - and he was stuck with this arrogant idiot that was looking down on him. If he hadn't wanted to be acknowledged -this human had to see he wasn't a mewling weakling stuck in a cage, that he was strong, not like the others - at this moment, he probably would have turned away in disgust again. |
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Post by max on Oct 10, 2011 14:42:02 GMT -5
The worded challenge was met with a slight smirk. Given the man's confidence, perhaps Niall would find himself slightly amazed that day! Of course, the physical challenge was almost met with counter-fire. Literally, as Niall had reached a hand behind him to withdraw one of his trusted weapons. The boy's anger, however, was much more manageable than most would give him credit for. He was here for a deal and it wasn't like the punch ruptured an organ or something such as drastic, so it would be ignored. Especially with the emergence of the lion's voice.
Niall arched a brow.
"Well I'll be damned," he muttered while crossing his arms. His eyes scanned the being up and down once more to find that its hairs seemed to stand on end. Not like one who was paralyzed with fear-- But as though he had suffered some form of electrocution. Was the static-like raise of fur some sign of the innate abilities of the strange creature? Niall nodded to himself as if he were a scientist before sighing in only -slight- defeat, as he had hoped what the man said wasn't a lie.
"Leormon, huh?" he repeated rhetorically. Analyzing the 'item name,' Niall found himself looking to the others before chuckling a bit. Surely they all sported a name featuring some word referring to a characteristic about them with the tag-on suffix '-mon.' If not, he would have to laugh at the little lion for the rest of its existence as his new 'pet' for choosing such a moniker. Dropping lower to the ground so that he could make eye contact with the beast, Niall stifled a chuckle.
It wasn't everyday he got to interact with a mystical creature with an apparently bad attitude. Not that he could blame the cub, seeing as it probably had some terrible memories of being dragged away from its home and torn from its family and friends. "Interesting plan, Simba, seeing as you're kinda-sorta behind bars." Shrugging, he would finally sit on the ground before laughing a bit. Not out of spite, but out of the fact that he was enjoying the moment. He could already tell that this was the start of a beautifully dysfunctional friendship!
"I'm an arrogant dick, mate. I have this charming little habit of making an enemy out of anyone within my vicinity. But I like you! I'unno if you have some inferiority complex or superiority complex-- And I kind of don't care-- but you're such an adorable monster with your wee lil' body and your big 'bad ass' attitude!"
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Post by leormon on Oct 10, 2011 16:58:30 GMT -5
"I won't be forever," Leormon retorted, the idea digging his claws in and tearing this arrogant idiot to pieces suddenly very appealing.
...Even if he knew it wouldn't work. Though the first few days after his capture had remained foggy in his memory, he remembered the chip they had inserted in him - but maybe if he was strong enough, he could fight it, long enough to kill his 'master'? Of course, that was foolish too, because he wasn't that strong yet, and he doubted his human would suddenly change that.
Eugh, even the thought of teaming up with this guy for strength was repulsive. Of course, if it came to that, and it was the only way... he would. But was strength and power earned that way any good at all? Would he even be powerful then? Would others respect him for that - and even if they dind't know, he would know and hate himself all the more, right?
If not for the human staring at him, he might have stewed in his own disgust at himself for a few moments, but there was no chance of that happening with an interested audience. "Well, I think you'd look far more adorable yourself with your tongue ripped out of your mouth. If you're going to make my life more miserable, you could at least stop talking to me," he spat, with the foreboding feeling that not only would his request be ignored, but he would end up being bound to... him.
He didn't even know his name. That simple fact was surprisingly infuriating, and would have goaded him if he hadn't already been quite angry. He turned away abruptly, preferring to stare off at nothing rather than have to look at the customer's face. The consideration of getting down so they were at the same level was ignored - clearly, he had only done it to taunt him more.
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