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The No-Namers
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Dec 21, 2018 20:27:11 GMT
Post by Ryuta Tucker on Dec 21, 2018 20:27:11 GMT
It had been a slow night so far for the self-proclaimed superhero Vigilance, better known as Ryuta Tucker. He perched atop a building amidst the near-silent backstreets of Tokyo with a packet of crisps in hand. His mouthplate was down around his neck to allow him to eat, though his hood was still up. Beside him his partner, Trace the Veemon, also munched on some crisps. “You planning on calling it quits soon?” Trace asked through a mouthful. “Not much happening tonight.” Ryuta sighed. “I guess so. Can’t really help it if -” The silent air was suddenly shattered by shouts and angry yelling. “Never mind!” Ryuta pulled his mouthplate back on and darted off in the direction the commotion was coming from, Trace at his heels.
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played by Epsilon
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last online Dec 31, 2018 22:00:16 GMT
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Dec 21, 2018 22:54:03 GMT
Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 21, 2018 22:54:03 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼  | Yūjin Inazuma hated coming to Nishi-Shinjuku, no matter how pleasant the day actually was or how seamlessly its events panned out for him. For this autistic twenty-year-old Digimon Tamer, it was little more than a symbol of Tokyo's corrupt political face, and every instance he meandered through this labyrinth of skyscrapers and concrete, there was always something – or someone – to remind him why this was.
Tonight was no exception, and an entire evening spent helping the citizens of Japan's largest and most populous city had Yūjin all but completely fatigued and ready to smack face-first into the nearest soft pillow. Abel, his Digimon partner, currently sat cradled between the young man's forearms as Tokomon, his ribbon-like antennae fluttering in the late night breeze. He was there as an emotional buffer, since it was nippy as hell out and Yūjin also needed the extra layer of confidence to walk through Nishi-Shinjuku.
As the pair turned a corner, they were both greeted by the view of a gathering crowd of onlookers that hooted and shouted in protest at a rather dramatic scene unfolding.
A handful of squad cars were positioned as a barricade before what appeared to be a high-end jewelry store, police officers aiming inside with standard issue firearms at a band of masked crooks making short work of the establishment, with one half of the group moving swiftly to clear the valuables while several more criminals kept Tokyo's finest at bay with human hostages.
Despite his instinct to jump in and save the day, Yūjin squeezed Abel softly and slouched his head forward some, allowing himself to blend into the crowd of concerned and angry civilians. "Do you think we should handle this?" he whispers to his partner, softly, being careful to avoid an unwanted arm or elbow swinging into his spindly form.
The Tokomon smiles effervescently, and asks, "The better question is, do you think we can?" Yūjin looks up to get a good glimpse of all that was going on, then glances back down.
"They've got hostages," he informs, quietly.
"And you've got me!" A sly glint flickers behind Abel's beady black eyes. Heh. Even when guns and grenades are involved, there's no stopping him from looking at things like it's all one big game.
Yūjin nods in affirmation, then patiently waits for the right moment to present itself. "Game time, buddy."
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played by Ensō
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last online Oct 12, 2019 10:42:25 GMT
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Dec 24, 2018 20:14:56 GMT
Post by Ryuta Tucker on Dec 24, 2018 20:14:56 GMT
Ryuta darted around the corner so fast it was a wonder Trace was able to keep up with him. His feet slowed, however, as the source of the commotion loomed before his eyes.
“Shit,” he said, which felt like an understatement. “This is - shit.”
Up until that moment he had mostly dealt with petty thieves and drunken thugs. What lay before him now was on an entirely different level. He frantically looked around for something, anything, that would give him even the slightest idea what to do in a situation as serious as this.
His answer came in the form of an older male with unusual spiky hair, whom he was sure matched the descriptions he had heard of a Tamer rumoured to be associated with the No-Namers. His heart lifted. He nudged Trace. “Trace, look: I recognise that guy. He’s a No-Namer too, I’m sure of it!”
He ran towards the familiar figure with a hand raised in greeting. “Hey! You’re a No-Namer, right? Good to see you! This’ll be a lot easier with the two of us - not that I’d have a problem on my own or anything, but backup is nice…”
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played by Epsilon
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last online Dec 31, 2018 22:00:16 GMT
The No-Namers
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 25, 2018 0:45:53 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Just as Yūjin was about to move in for the attack, the voice of a young boy boldly picks him out from the rear of the crowd, causing him to flinch on the spot. He turned around to see who it was, clutching Abel's pudgy white body as though he were hoarding a bag of salty snacks.
Literally running in his direction is somebody who looked like they were still attending school, dressed from head to toe in an outfit Yūjin was almost certain he had caught a glimpse of in the local tabloids. Accompanying him was a little blue dragon Digimon, bearing a distinctive V-shaped crest on its forehead and actually holding a bag of salty snacks.
Being called a 'No-Namer' was still something he had yet to really get adjusted to, considering Yūjin was used to hearing it as a pejorative for those that lacked a sense of community or fraternity with any of the other factions.
Abel peeks one of his beady black eyes out from behind Yūjin's forearm, and squeaks out enthusiastically, "Hey, perfect timing! We could use a distraction!" As Tokomon, he lacked the necessary tactfulness or sense to keep others out of Yūjin's business, especially when he strove to ensure that nobody else would get involved.
But, this may very well have been one of the few instances where Abel's naivete might actually pay off.
The older Tamer takes a quick glance up at the hostage situation, gritting his teeth as several of the crooks worsen their tormenting antics to add more pressure onto the officers they were hoping would remain hesitant. Eyes dart everywhere like a cat doing gymnastics, taking in each and every little detail that Yūjin could formulate a strategy around.
Then, it appears before him: a single door inside the very premises being kept locked down by the jewelry bandits leading directly into the store's employee space. And if common sense served well here, that meant there was likely to be a rear entrance nearby.
"Find the backdoor to the building, stop the thieves from running off with the merchandise," Yūjin advises the costumed Tamer, withdrawing from his jeans pocket a worn and weathered Digivice that definitely looked as if it had seen better days. "Once you're inside, wait for my signal."
Yūjin remains deliberately obscure with his decision to 'use a signal' of some sort, but he had the perfect strategy to deal with these cretins without resorting to excessive violence. The police could get their bad guys, the jewels get saved, nobody gets hurt (well, maybe nobody innocent), and everyone gets to see a little 'vigilante justice' in motion.
If only Yūjin could remember where he'd seen this kid before... |
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played by Ensō
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