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Post by Rena Arakaki on Dec 15, 2018 6:15:42 GMT
[attr="class","charactername"] [  ] This card convention was like, totally off the wall. There were nerds trading and comparing cards everywhere one looked, and the crowds, they were completely packed! Rena never imagined that the Digi-Modify card game was this big, in fact, she only heard about it like six months ago. It was a pretty surreal experience, one that the youthful blonde loved every minute of. Meanwhile, Egor was a little less than thrilled, having been shoved inside of a cheap gator-skin purse with a plunger by his ever-so loving master. It hid him from view, but it wouldn't hide his unique stench. Occasionally, the monster would stick one of his eye-stalks out the un-zipped portion of the purse, getting a glimpse of the happenings around him. What intrigued the duo the most, though, was without a doubt the numerous food stands that had been set up to make some cash off all the hungry otakus. They would go to each one, sample a few things, sometimes without paying, and go to the next stand. They've been at it for about an hour now, and they were about to experience "sushi tacos" - a novelty food that probably tasted horrible. But still, sushi tacos. She didn't really plan on paying for these, either. [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz[newclass=".charactername"] [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 15, 2018 6:50:43 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼  | It was fortunate that there were a couple of decent eateries to be found in the otaku sinkhole that is the Akihabara district, because Yūjin had just about enough of this stupid convention and the crushing headache he was about to develop from all this activity. In addition to these small dine-in restaurants, several vendors had installed their own stands to peddle their products on a hungry crowd, each one its own unique sanctuary for the spiky-haired young man, whose senses desperately needed some measure of comfort.
Another wave of people comes barreling towards Yūjin, and he groans with dismay. He tucks his shoulders forward and lunges blindly to one side, just managing to avoid the incoming crush as he finds himself standing near a cart that sold... sushi tacos?
Yūjin collected himself for a minute, straightened his posture out, then adjusted the leather satchel draped over his right side as the pleasant smell of fermented soybeans kissed with the love of herbs and spices danced its way to his nose, evoking images of Hispanic cooking.
Now sufficiently curious to see what was being offered, the man in the denim jacket takes a couple of awkward glances around—completely unaware to the presence of a familiar face standing mere meters away from him—as he attempted to shuffle his way between a couple of ladies having a giggle.
Then, one of them suddenly sniffs the air and begins to wretch. Rather publicly. Her friends soon begin to follow suit and take offended glances all over as they whine and complain about a foul odor emanating from near their perimeter, causing Yūjin to lift his nose on instinct. He regrets it almost immediately—
—then recognizes a young woman happily clutching at a gaudy crocodile skin bag, eating what appeared to be these so-called 'sushi tacos'. And if she was where the smell was coming from, then there was a very good possibility that...
"Oh! Hey, Rena," Yūjin's greeting is brief but pleasant; Rena Arakaki wasn't somebody he had expected to run into today, considering his original plans were to fetch groceries for dinner this evening, but then again, she never was known for being predictable.
He glances at the vendor with a curious expression, but merely receives an indifferent shrug back, before Yūjin turns to Rena and asks, "Are those any good?"
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Rena Arakaki
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Post by Rena Arakaki on Dec 18, 2018 6:57:22 GMT
[attr="class","charactername"] [ ] " Heheh...y'know, ya never fail to clear people out." The fanged woman snickered to her partner, who couldn't exactly control his repugnant smell. They were just about to leave, when they were suddenly greeted by a familiar voice. Even with that hair, dammit, this guy really knew how to blend in and sneak up on somebody. " Hey! Yujin! I never expected to see you here!!" Rena was clearly excited that her leader had shown up at a social event, even if it probably wasn't on purpose. Still, how great, fresh air is great! " But no, these are awful." The blonde suddenly, and loudly, commented on her previous meal. The street cook heard her, but was too occupied with another customer to chase her off. " Anyways, let's get outta here, I um, didn't pay yet." Her golden eyes shifted back and forth, looking to the street cook, and then to the next stand. "BBQ pork" - it was really hard to fuck that up. Without actually touching her leader, she motioned for him to follow her as she skipped off to the next stand, still luckily unnoticed by the vendor. " Two, please! No, wait, uh, four!" Rena yelled to the salesman, who soon procured four barbecued kebabs. She messily bit into one, while holding the other three and handing off one to her spiky haired comrade. " So, anyways, what brings you here? You like, totally can't actually be into this kinda thing, right? I mean, it blows." [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz[newclass=".charactername"] [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 18, 2018 7:45:22 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Her greeting is electric, as always, but in a sort of way that seemed to energize Yūjin rather than enervate, although the little ragamuffin's tepid opinion of her recent morsel seemed to leave the cook in an understandably sour mood, which made the hairs on his neck stand at attention with worry.
Yūjin's fears were confirmed when Rena made the daring suggestion to leave without paying. "S-Sure, just uh, gimme a sec..." The Tamer retrieves a trifold wallet from his back pocket and reluctantly parts way with a handful of his money as recompense for Rena's audacity, then nods a courteous bow of apology to the chef before hastily rushing back to her side, leather tote in tow.
As he nearly evaded collision with a nameless everyman, a sloppy barbecued kebab was suddenly presented to him once he slowed his approach and closed space between his fellow do-gooder-in-secret.
Yūjin blinks, takes a sniff, then smiles widely. "First good thing that's happened all day," he speaks aloud, gladly accepting Rena's present before diving into the delicacy with bared teeth, pretending to flutter his eyes as if possessed by some ravenous food demon. "Fucking sustenance!!" The young man bellows, cheeks full of half-chewed kebab, attempting to carve away the tension of being surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces.
When his objectively more rambunctious ally asked for more insight into his presence at the festival, Yūjin takes a moment to properly chew his meal with alarming efficiency, swallows, then takes the soapbox for himself.
"No, I was supposed to get groceries today," he admits without a hint of embellishment, expecting that to get the point across once and for all. If not, well, Rena really ought to be glad she doesn't have to put up with being on the spectrum. He takes a solemn glimpse downward, "I got dragged here..." Yūjin continues, then glances sharply back at the pudgy knapsack hanging from behind him, "He wanted to check the convention out, and it's nearly cost me my entire wallet..." He keeps mum about paying for Rena's earlier sushi taco, unsure if he was enabling some deeper problem to continue persisting uninhibited.
As delicious as the kebab had been, Yūjin was also of a particularly voracious appetite, and if Abel's earlier reminder of that fortune-teller's omen of 'running into money' held any weight, then maybe...
An idea clicks. "Rena! You wanna go to the shrine real quick?" Religious, he was not, nor was he spiritually superstitious, but Yūjin Inazuma always preferred to resort to the unexpected whenever he found himself at a crossroads, and if his gut instincts were pointing him in the right direction, then, just maybe, he might be leading the two of them toward a nice little windfall.
At the very least, it will get them the hell away from all these fucking people. |
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Rena Arakaki
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Post by Rena Arakaki on Dec 25, 2018 1:24:06 GMT
[attr="class","charactername"] [ ] " That boy...really has an appetite, doesn't he?" Rena idly commented on Abel's voracious hunger. It was no surprise, with how functioned, most of his body was probably composed of stomach. These creatures really were interesting in that they didn't have to follow the traditional rules of biology that most other life-forms had to. Luckily, Egor would eat literally anything, so feeding him was never really a monetary problem. As soon as her buddy asked if she wanted to head to the shrine really quick, likely to accept a blessing or something, she was on board. This place was rather lame, as stated before, she was never really too interested in the Digi-Modify card game. She slapped some yen on the counter of the BBQ place and blew the cook a kiss, a sign of approval. " I'll be back real soon sweetheart, don'tchya worry!" She coyly said to him, before leaving the stand. " Yeah, let's go! It beats standing around here." Besides, her high was starting to wear off. It wasn't like she could just pull out the drugs in the middle of a festival like this without somebody asking for some or getting caught. Their partners were also likely getting restless in their confinements. " We can let the little demons out for a bit, too. Hope nobody's there." She would follow her leader to the shrine at his own pace, as she didn't really know the way all that well. [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz[newclass=".charactername"] [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#465A76; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 25, 2018 3:08:55 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | As quickly as Yūjin made the suggestion, Rena accepts his proposal to make a little adventure to the shrine, creating a spark of elation in the male Tamer's chest. The peaceful ambiance of the temple grounds would definitely help to soothe his addled nerves where delicious food and freshly-opened packs of trading cards failed.
Without another word, Yūjin took point with the expectation that Rena would follow suit, carefully darting and weaving through the crowds of con-goers and cosplayers alike for what seemed like ten minutes until they reached Zuishin-mon, the elaborate two-story front gate leading into Kanda Shrine. Every time he approached this monstrous monolith of a main entrance, the Tamer couldn't help but whistle.
"There's a clearing near the Zenigata monument, we can let 'em run around there for a bit." It was very much like Yūjin to suggest a recognizable landmark for them to let their Digimon run loose, especially considering most people never went out of their way to visit the commemorative rock for its own sake. Plus, given Zenigata-san's fictive reputation for being affiliated with the coins he always threw at criminals during patrol, the autistic Tamer banked on the likelihood of finding a bit of spare change near the carved stone.
When the two Tamers reached the temple complex's honden, or main hall, Yūjin approached the offertory box and withdraws his wallet, producing the last bits of change from its depths before clasping both hands together, bowing three times in the traditional method of prayer, then tossing the leftover money into the receptacle with a sigh of detachment.
With events finally set in motion, Yūjin motions for Rena to follow him to the Zenigata Heiji memorial stone, positioned somewhat of a way's away from the temple proper, taking a moment to position himself behind a tree to avoid being seen by any rogue passersby. "Okay, Abel, ten minutes. Then it's time to go home."
When the young man shifted his knapsack to let him out, a fluffy white ball of energy practically pops out with an excited giggle, flopping to the ground to shake himself free of all bodily tension.
Even Yūjin felt the need to sigh. Today had wiped him the fuck out. If he had known Rena was under the influence of any drugs, it might have tempted to him to stick himself with a needle one time, that's how strained he felt. |
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