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The Winged Heralds
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Post by Lin Fei Chang on Dec 22, 2018 0:56:49 GMT
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IN A STRANGER LAND [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]The forecast had called for rain. Lin Fei was still out though, standing in front of the gigantic plated foot of a weapon that maybe ten years ago she would've thought was only a myth. The detailing of the panels and the shape of each jagged edge was cut into monolithic size in this torrential downpour.
"Ma'am," came the voice of Keui, smooth yet high like a clarinet tone, "is the man coming?" Keui's accent in their Cantonese hadn't lessened since learning the native language. Lin Fei had luck noticeably worse in her dual linguistics.
"I'm not sure, Keui. It was luck. I may have been fooled." The low-viola tone of Lin's stilted voice almost didn't make it through the downpour. The sharp staccato of Keui's harsh squawking laugh was enough to tell her she'd been heard. He followed it, though.
"Ma'am Chang, you are no fool. The names were the same, if what Aya showed you was right. I doubt very seriously it was not him," he flit his wings in a huff, eyes hardening with a slight yellow light "but what if he comes with ill intent?"
"The rain will hide us. I am not dressed for it, though."
Indeed, she was not, fully done up in her school uniform. It was summer, seeing students this time of year was rare if not impossible. It made her easy to look for, but the rain was doing as much to hinder her as her outfit was helping her.
"We would be lucky if we could even see him."
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 22, 2018 1:55:31 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼  | Rainfall threatened to ruin the perfectly-styled hair of one Yūjin Inazuma, who cursed under his breath for neglecting to bring an umbrella this afternoon. He also failed to check the weather station before leaving, despite having considered the possibility of precipitation as he took in the Odaiba scenery from the balcony of his eighth-story apartment earlier this morning.
Nevertheless, he continued to wait patiently beneath the postmodern canopy of Gundam Base Tokyo's main entrance, taking a seat on the topmost step to avoid having his posterior soaked. The massive replica of Unicorn stood firm and proud, even as Mother Nature herself threw a screen of water at its bulky square frame, as if to act the role of a visual reminder for the Tamer to remain vigilant in the face of adversity and inconvenience.
Unicorn's inspiration ultimately seemed to have an impact on Yūjin's ability to brave the elements, as steely blue eyes took notice of the only other person within line of sight wearing her summer uniform.
Any other person would have assumed it to be unusual or unbecoming for a young woman to be interested in things like giant mechanical robotic armor suits, but Yūjin knew better; it was meant to serve as a visual cue for the young man, a way to remind him that he was to meet a particular individual in a certain location. Like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle he began piecing this woman's identity together, then moved to stand back up with some light stretching.
The Tamer whistles out to the girl, then gives her a brief wave and a polite smile as his other free hand tucks its way into a denim pocket. "You looking for InazumaKick?" Yūjin increases the volume of his voice to penetrate the rain, beckoning the girl over, revealing his Internet handle as a kind of litmus test. If it wasn't who he was thinking of, he'd simply be on his merry way.
Yūjin had yet to see her Digimon partner fluttering close by, but then again, Yūjin's own companion was off somewhere else running errands for his friend. It should be any minute before he came back – after all, how hard was it to find a giant robot statue in the middle of Odaiba?
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Post by Lin Fei Chang on Dec 22, 2018 3:25:01 GMT
[googlefont=Dosis:700][newclass=".punkiduowrapper"]width:400px;margin:auto;height:500px;transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkifirstside"]width:400px;height:250px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/vgBSamz.png);transition: 0.75s;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduotoplyrics"]padding:20px; text-indent: 20px;font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #64b2d1; position: relative; z-index: 0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8);[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding: 20px; padding-top: 160px; font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #64b2d1; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8); text-indent: 20px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 0;[/newclass][newclass=".punkitopslide"]float:left;width:0;height:0;border-top:80px solid transparent;border-right:400px solid #ffffff;margin-top:-80px;transition:0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkibottomslide"]width:0;height:0;border-bottom:80px solid transparent;border-left:400px solid #ffffff;transition:0.75s;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddle"]height:0px;background:#ffffff;width:400px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddlecontent"]height: 0px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduopost"]height: 260px; width: 360px; margin: 0 20px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; top: -130px; transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoinneropacity"]width: inherit; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoextra"]font-size:11px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;color:#6e6e6e;transition: 0.3s;opacity: 0; margin-top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkisecondside"]width: 400px; height: 250px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/vgBSamz.png);background-position: bottom;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkifirstside, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkisecondside"]height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddle, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddlecontent"]height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduopost]top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoinneropacity, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoextra"]opacity: 1; transition-delay: 0.75s;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkiduowrapper] [attr=class,punkifirstside] [attr=class,punkiduotoplyrics]A STRANGER
IN A STRANGER LAND [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Together, perfectly paranoid to the same degree, the form between Unicorn's massive feet and Lin Fei's silhouette tightened and snapped to face the call. There was a lull in the monsoon and it was like a curtain opened up. She saw him, like a mirage he was, but that name was not something to really shout out in public. It was quite a silly moniker.
"I do not like his hair," came the judgement of Keui, conspiratorially whispering as Lin began her first step. She was careful to keep even her feet under the lip of the umbrella, but she was not brave enough to take that second step. Her grip was white knuckled, both hands on the umbrella, with a small shake in its stability. It wasn't the chill in the breeze.
A swift apology muttered by Keui and Lin lurched forward under no power of her own, making progress only to not slip and fall. After a few steps, the orb flitted up and towards the building. A bleak shadow both proud and horribly shamed.
She kept the momentum, but found her decorum again. Her back straightened, her chest full of silent bluster. Just like Mei said, she thought, just like Mei showed her. She made it as far as the bottom of the steps and she just couldn't look at him for the longest time. She could barely talk to strangers, let alone lie to them. What do I say, her eyes burned into her feet to find the answer, what do I say?
She let the umbrella down once she was under the awning. Her black satin hair was braided and rested on her shoulder like a doll, her mind too panicked to send some expression to her face.
"You made it. That's good. I'm...glad."
Keui nodded from atop the canopy. Gentle steps from now on. Gentle steps.
[attr=class,punkibottomslide] [attr=class,punkisecondside] [attr=class,punkiduobottomlyrics]AND A DARK RELIGION
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Dec 22, 2018 19:38:56 GMT
Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 22, 2018 19:38:56 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Yūjin simply maintains his standing posture at the top of Gundam Base Tokyo's stairwell, watching quietly as the young woman in her school's summer clothes seemed to hesitate. Her blank features and forced movements told a story the autistic fellow was all too familiar with: she didn't know what would be expected of her from this encounter-to-happen, or that such stipulations were actually not a requirement to meet the boy whose hair evoked the imagery of lightning. Her own stilted response to Yūjin's innocuous question was far more expressive of the woman's uncertainty, but he simply smiles as best as he can make his face form the feature.
"Same here." Fuck. Real smooth, Inazuma. Real smooth. His gaze wanders and falls on the girl's umbrella; Yūjin imagined it speaking in this instance, or rather, berating him for neglecting to bring his own as Tokyo continues to be given a nice afternoon shower.
He looks back to Unicorn's armored frame and takes a breath while both arms curl themselves into each other, a sign that Yūjin was getting a bit chilly, despite having dressed in extra layers of his usual abundance of denim and leather choices in ensemble. Make it look so easy, why don't you, with your dumb metal body and your lack of nervous endings and your inability to feel things?
"Inazuma Yūjin. Want to go inside? You're probably cold, right?" Yūjin introduces himself in the proper Japanese way then asks the young woman if they can retreat indoors for warmth, his intonations suggestive of an unvarnished mentality that cares little for subtext or subterfuge. No bullshit, just kindness.
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Post by Lin Fei Chang on Dec 24, 2018 1:35:30 GMT
[googlefont=Dosis:700][newclass=".punkiduowrapper"]width:400px;margin:auto;height:500px;transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkifirstside"]width:400px;height:250px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/vgBSamz.png);transition: 0.75s;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduotoplyrics"]padding:20px; text-indent: 20px;font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #64b2d1; position: relative; z-index: 0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8);[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding: 20px; padding-top: 160px; font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #64b2d1; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8); text-indent: 20px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 0;[/newclass][newclass=".punkitopslide"]float:left;width:0;height:0;border-top:80px solid transparent;border-right:400px solid #ffffff;margin-top:-80px;transition:0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkibottomslide"]width:0;height:0;border-bottom:80px solid transparent;border-left:400px solid #ffffff;transition:0.75s;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddle"]height:0px;background:#ffffff;width:400px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddlecontent"]height: 0px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduopost"]height: 260px; width: 360px; margin: 0 20px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; top: -130px; transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoinneropacity"]width: inherit; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoextra"]font-size:11px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;color:#6e6e6e;transition: 0.3s;opacity: 0; margin-top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkisecondside"]width: 400px; height: 250px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/vgBSamz.png);background-position: bottom;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkifirstside, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkisecondside"]height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddle, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddlecontent"]height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduopost]top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoinneropacity, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoextra"]opacity: 1; transition-delay: 0.75s;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkiduowrapper] [attr=class,punkifirstside] [attr=class,punkiduotoplyrics]A STRANGER
IN A STRANGER LAND [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Lin Fei nodded, a lull of neck strength more like, and stepped a bit further in. She turned her chin over her shoulder and stoutly stated something to the air. It was a language that her and they were confident not many in the country spoke. Nothing came of it, no response, but some bond had been made to the outside of this building. She turned back, eyes finding some glint of resolve on a steely edge.
"I am Lin Fei Chang. Please, I have much to ask."
High-polished shoes made slight splashes in what little standing water there was. She carried nothing with her besides the umbrella. She flapped it diligently then deposited it in one of the bags at the entrance. The automatic doors sprung open and within was neatly displayed boxart on aisles and aisles of shelving. Glass display cases held new releases, fantastically assembled.
"I would hope for us to discuss over some building. Something to keep the hands busy."
She was unable to look at him when she spoke, but it was a significant improvement. This was not small talk by any stretch, she thought, this was necessary. The debate had to be set.
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Dec 24, 2018 23:45:34 GMT
Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 24, 2018 23:45:34 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Lin Fei Chang, she calls herself. Yūjin knew a couple of Chinese immigrants living in the port districts, not to mention that nice extended family back at his own apartment complex in Odaiba.
Silently, Yūjin shifts his posture to allow the slender-bodied lady plenty of space for her ascent up the wet concrete stairs, chewing vigorously on Lin Fei's supposedly offhanded comment, studying her demure image and meek behaviors with short clinical glances.
Chalk it up to experience if you must, but the veteran Tamer had been in plenty of situations like this one before, where he was summoned to a public location by some stranger to discuss things that were ultimately said to conceal some deeper, underlying motive. Yūjin felt it deep in his gut; today was no different, rain or otherwise.
The pair of humans are introduced to Gundam Base with a blast of warm air from central heating, and Yūjin exhales softly with a blend of gratitude and relief. Rows upon rows of preconstructed models, fully articulated and shaped into dozens of action-packed poses and stances, greet the young man's steely blue eyes with a kind of wonder that always knew how to tempt the inner child in him.
"In a bit, maybe. I'm pretty bad at multitasking," Yūjin admits to Lin Fei, although his aloof posture appears to suggest an attempt to remain emotionally separated from her jilted displays of casual interaction. Women were generally better at dividing their attention between different things at once; Yūjin was an autistic man, so splitting focus between conversation and trying his hand at one of the unfinished Gundam Astray models would be its own kind of Olympic event for him.
His mind strays for a quick minute to Abel, who has yet to return from... wherever he was. Hopefully he was doing alright. The last thing Yūjin wanted to see was a news report about his Patamon getting roasted by an errant bolt of lightning, or thrown into the harbor by a gentle breeze. |
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