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Post by Nagato on Jan 22, 2010 2:51:29 GMT -5
Nagato wasn't too far behind the boy, keeping in time with each of his steps. It was strange that she had the ability to keep in rhythm with his footsteps so easily. Perhaps she did have too much time on her hands? Maybe she might consider more training in her mixed martial arts classes? If she could even find one within this part of Japan. Things were so much simply back in Aichi.
But then again, if she hadn't arrived here, she wouldn't have learned as much as she had now. Nor would she have met Palmon, or any of the others. Though she wasn't as excited about certain things as they were, they were indeed good company. Miss Andrea was also a person she'd like to observe closely. There was just something weird about that girl. Why was she so happy, when her life, as far as she knew, was completely miserable? Not that she could talk. She was in the process of stalking someone who would probably attempt to outrun her if she was spotted.
Though, the girl didn't seem too worried about it. She was used to people thinking strange of her. It wasn't as if she was a popular figure at school. Or even a member of some nerdy club. Nagato was simply an independent. Someone who preferred to be alone, though most of the time, was not allowed to be. At times, it appeared as though people were just drawn to her for odd reasons. What was it that they saw that she did not?
But, now wasn't the time for that. If she was going to confront this boy, she'd have to do so where no one would be able to watch them. She only hoped that he'd try and take a shortcut to whereever he was going. Maybe then, and only then, could she really try and cut him off before he got any further.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 22, 2010 3:24:16 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] Xenneth’s steps were light, each of them padding against the stairs as he had continued down.
He was on the ninth floor level now, and his head still hung as if he was in another world. It had been quiet for only a minute with Floramon quiet seeing that she had given her “orders” and Xenneth tagged along with the idea. He was weary, tired seeing that he had been at school all day and breaking away from that to go to the library, he had been going around non-stop. He had not even slept the night before seeing that he had found Floramon as Yokomon in the nearby square.
“So tired…”
He had muttered before coming to a gradual stop as his pace slowed. His feet did not make a sound echo, but he swore he had heard something else. That’s when he stopped altogether as he looked above him as he had slowed his pace. The sound was matching, momentary with each step, but each time he thought to himself, something just was not right about that moment. For one instance, he was on the ninth floor, and the sound above him had come only a moment ago. He heard no doors open, no sounds of someone who had made entrance while he spoke to Floramon or else he would have stopped.
Did they silently enter the staircase?
That feeling was creepy. It had felt like he was being watched, but why would someone watch him? He was not that interesting, and he certainly did not have anything to give. He did not have any money, but he did have the frail appearance of a female to some eyes that did not look at him too carefully to notice his neck that had the splash of an Adam’s apple, and his squeaky voice was off a few decibels to not be fully classified as feminine even though close. Maybe they were not after him, but after something “else.”
His eyes had gone to his back pack as he moved. The building was high, seven floors. He had to move quickly, but the stairs scared him, so he did not plan on trying to go that fast. The noon had not beckoned much activity on some floors of the building. The fifth floor was probably appropriate to his tastes, and with his movement now approaching the sixth, maybe he could get away and try to take an elevator. Alone with a pair of feet above him felt creepy seeing it felt as if they came out of no where, and he certainly had a superstition for ghosts.
“Okay…almost there! But….”
He had thought this, but with a close of his eye and his foot reaching the sixth floor, he could not take the pressure. The next step would be his next and quick one. Regardless of klutzy moves or motions he was certainly not going to take the pressure of a possible stalker that was following him, so he quickly moved. His rhythm of his feet padding against the staircase had sounded off loud and pounded continuously as he ran down the stairway in quick succession. It was almost instant and with a swing as he quickly went from the sixth floor and to the fifth.
Just as he ended the staircase and saw the door, he had dashed forth intended to push it open and leave. At last…
“Thank goodness!”
*Slam!*
“Owwie!”
*Thump!*
“Yeouch!”
That was just perfect. That’s what he thought in his mind as he looked up to look at the door in front of him that was labeled “Five”, but even furthermore was the fact that he had forgot when leaving the stairwell that it was not “Push”, but “Pull” for the doors seeing they opened with a push from the other side. He was so panicked and planned things through that he forgot the most simplistic detail while looking behind him on the stair case, but after realizing he had crashed on the floor, he had to quickly roll over seeing he had fallen on his back where Floramon had rested. Once again, the Digimon was crawling out of the backpack as she seemed disgruntle to feel the weight of the feminine boy slamming upon her all at once.
“What‘s your problem?! You‘re not exactly light as a feather, ya‘ know?”
Xenenth was disgraced as he pushed himself up after unraveling the backpack from around his shoulders and looking towards Floramon. The fifth floor was secluded seeing it was a weekday, and barely anyone was around to lounge in faxing and copying room which he intended to use to guise his panicked getaway.
“I‘m sorry! It‘s just…it‘s just…” he had looked around in a panic as he tried to explain to Floramon while flustered. He knew he was not crazy. He did not imagine any of that stuff!
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Who Let the Dogs Out?" by Baha MenChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 24, 2010 23:32:04 GMT -5
This seemed like a pointless confrontation. Considering that this person showed little to no traits of an actually tamer. Even his digimon appeared confused by his actions. Perhaps this was fruitless. Attemtping to try and explain anything to this person would probably be a waste. It wasn't as if he'd have the courage to use any of the knowledge he'd gain. But, a deal was a deal.
Keeping her distance upon the staircase, Nagato made sure to hide any trace of herself from sight. Yet, from his increase in pace moments ago, she'd obviously given up some sign of her prescene. Moving with caution, the violet haired teen waited along side the wall, insuring that they'd have entered the 5 floor sector of the building. An odd place to go, but this, this boy was proving to be an odd character.
But then...most people consider me to be very odd....
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 25, 2010 0:12:31 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] He was paranoid as he looked around to see if anyone was there. His eyes did not catch a sight, nor did they hear a sound. Was he simply imagining things? He did not put it past himself, but he had some flaws. Mainly he was over panicky and thought too much, but the recent experiences were becoming slightly too much to handle. Between the fact that he had plans later on tonight was proof of that since he usually would not give anyone the time of day seeing that he was a closed person.
What was with people since he had met Floramon?
He had quickly whipped around as he crawled to his backpack. He had scooped it up placing it on his back and slipping his arms through after handling it more roughly than usual giving Floramon a toss while she was in its confines. She was not exactly “comfortable” seeing she was in the brunt of the backpack, but she did however have in mind to chew the boy for later. She was not dumb after all. She did know when something was shaking him up and making him nervous, and she had made a sound promise to Rosy that she would look after her brother; a deal made out of kindness shown towards the young woman while she had given her utmost malice towards the boy.
“We‘re here…”
He had spoke reaching out to the door, pulling it back and swung it open. His foot steps were rapid as he moved quickly running through the library. He knew it was against the rules, but no one was around but the distant maintenance man in the other room, someone who did not pay him much mind as he seemed to be viewable through glass as he tweaked with computers connected to the local fax and scanners. The young boy had sighed relieved, walking towards the elevator doors that were nearby and reached to the side closing the control panel. There was of course the long waiting period away between the first and eleventh floor.
“What‘s with this place…”
By this “place” being the world. When one thought they understood one thing, they find they understood nothing. There was a world beyond this one, and there were creatures in actual existence. There were people like him who had kept Digimon partners along his side, and there was the fact that he had been seeing more strange people than usual. Between that girl and Hitomi-senpai, he had attracted quite the attention since this has happened.
His head tossing forward, letting his forehead gently hit the wall above the keypad of the elevator as he awaited for the elevator to arrive, he had stared down to the floor as his violet hair curtained his face.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform Now Listening To: "Who's There" from Persona 4 SoundtrackChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 25, 2010 1:10:53 GMT -5
Moments later, Nagato would walk into the area as well. As her eyes scanned her surrounds, she found that there was no one here. At least, no one that might consider stopping this encounter. Walking forwards, she soon heard noises coming from behind a clear glass window. Looking within for only a moment, she could see it was only a worker. Obviously, he was too busy working with the computers to pay her or this boy any mind. So still, her objective would have little interference. Continuing onwards, she finally spotted a figure by the elevator. From the back, she'd have thought that he looked like a female, but from seeing him up close, and following him all the way here, she knew that was far from the case.
It was time. Nagato slowly walked towards him. His back was turned, so he wouldn't see her just yet. If anything, he'd only hear her footsteps. Holding the strap of her bag with one hand, the teen soon was standing by his side. At first, she didn't even look at him, the girl just continued to stare at the steel surfaced doors. But, she did direct her voice towards him, speaking in a voice that would give off some emotional tone.
"You are obviously new to being a tamer....If you consider running from a possible source as your best means to getting to safety...."
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 25, 2010 1:52:39 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] "You are obviously new to being a tamer....If you consider running from a possible source as your best means to getting to safety...."
The voice had surprised him, caught him off guard seeing he was familiar. His eyes had shot open and whipping to the side where the sound sourced from, he could see “that” face again. It was unnerving, and worst of all, this person was between him and the doors that were to his side. He had only jumped back as a split reaction while Floramon who had been oblivious to the action had let out a yelp from his sudden jolt feeling as if he was making a swift dodge from an attack.
True to her agreement however, she was silent, but could not help but to think what was going on. She only wished at this time that the part of her deal would not have been to follow Xenneth’s rules that did not get to the both of them caught, but who was to say that the both of them were not caught anyway as of now? She had shuffled her body along in the backpack as she breached the top opening. Her back to Xenneth’s but eyes forward seeing no one around so she had no problem speaking to him in this nearly abandoned room of machines and computers.
“Xenneth! What‘s going on?!” she had uttered lowly, but it was not enough to let him break his sight from the young woman.
“No!” he had cried, “That‘s not it, I-I just…I…”
What was he doing? What was he saying? What were the proper words for this situation anyway? Sorry, I can not talk to you because I have bad genophobia? That seemed like a stretched, and to those efforts, he had simply dropped that attempt before it came. It would probably be insulting to say to a young woman. Either way, that was not the thing on his mind seeing that he had no particular care for exactly that “disability” that put him one sided with this person, but rather his own curiosity that more asked who or what this person was.
“W-w-who are you?!” Xenenth had asked alarmed as he stared towards the mysterious young woman a bit flustered while leaving Floramon in the dark as she peeked out of the backpack behind him.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform Now Listening To: "Who's There" from Persona 4 SoundtrackChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Feb 1, 2010 23:24:46 GMT -5
Perhaps now was the best time for an introduction. All prior attempts to do so seemed to be interupted by either herself or his rather cowardly actions. In any case, they both held fault for not doing their best towards a calm conversation upon the matter at hand.
Pushing her glasses from the tip of her nose, Nagato placed her hands infront of her, clasping them together as she bowed her head somewhat and then calmly spoke her name. It wasn't perhaps the best start, but it would answer at least one of his questions.
"Susami, Nagato....."
Letting her blank stare rest upon the boy once more, she remained silent while waiting for his next question. The girl was positive that this couldn't have been the only thing he'd request of her, especially since she wasn't exactly about to let him leave with just doing so. Though this simply wasn't due to her deal with Palmon, it was also because she naturally wished to give him an explaination.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Feb 4, 2010 16:06:43 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] "Susami, Nagato....."
It was a polite introduction, and even more of a mysterious name. Xenneth had watched her bow her head a bit unexpected even though it was formal. He was a bit confused at the time, but after a while, it may have been a biased pressed against the young woman seeing she was so “strange” and he did not think out of the ordinary. Seeing her however, she was the same as any other child, was she not? Rosaline would probably think that, but she had so much courage and bravado for a twelve year old student that he had paled in comparison to her.
“Oh, uh…I-I‘m Xenneth.” he had introduced, “Xenneth Hikari.”
His eyes had gone to the elevator as it counted down towards the number of floors. It seemed to coming from the top floor and guiding its way down, but had this sudden stall. Most likely students were juggling between the tenth and sixth floors, but when would it reach this one? Xenneth had dread it as he had swallowed deeply looking at the count seeing it was near from far. His eyes going downward towards the big shiny metal doors, he only prayed for them to open.
“Umm, Ms. Nagato…” he had spoke formally as usual, “…umm, c-can I help you with something? Since uh….I interrupted you?” he had asked casually implying she was following him most likely for some sort of revenge.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform Now Listening To: "Who's There" from Persona 4 SoundtrackChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Feb 16, 2010 23:30:08 GMT -5
((Sorry for not posting. I just really had no idea how to respond and I still don't so forgive the horrible posting))
"It isn't I who needs help, it is you who are to be assisted. The only reason I am following you is due to your lack of knowledge towards digimon..."
Nagato continued to stare towards the boy as she then reached into her jacket and pulled forth her Digi-vice and pushed it directly into his face. She then pressed one of the buttons on its base, causing a Palmon to appear onto the screen. The creature just blinked for a moment, but then began pounding its hand on the screen, looking towards the teen with a grin.
"Hellloooooooooo"
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Feb 22, 2010 0:51:01 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] "It isn't I who needs help, it is you who are to be assisted. The only reason I am following you is due to your lack of knowledge towards digimon..."
“W-well…I…”
He was nervous as ever, unstable. He stared away from the young woman once again, his eyes feeling as if anything else would have been a more pleasant sight than looking directly towards her. He just tried to picture that he was perhaps somewhere else, like in his room. He would be relaxed when he got there, but right now, all he could think about was this “Digimon Tamer” stuff which made him feel uncomfortable since he need a little bit experience. Maybe he should take good on the young woman’s offer?
"Hellloooooooooo"
“Wha?!”
By the time his eyes had reached up quickly and stared towards the screen, he could plainly the image in his face, but he could not believe it. Belief made him fall backwards on his behind as he felt the backpack on his back slink off. At a moment’s notice, it had felt lighter, the load on his back, as he had tugged at one shoulder to adjust the backpack only to find that the base of it had given away from the weight. It was a fairly old backpack, so almost everything spilt out ranging from a finished sandwich that he wanted, but only ended up finding that it was devoured by Floramon, and then there was the loud terror herself.
“Wait? Wha-? This…this isn‘t the room!” Floramon had chattered as it had whipped around looking at its surroundings after a tumble. It’s eyes had went on one of the books it was standing on, a novel and then a book on Japanese speech, and the other on Math which she would not know because of her inability to read fully. Her eyes had whipped around as she had saw her feet, and then to her back seeing the torn backpack and the pathetic sight of her grounded Tamer.
Instantly, she was upset!
“Xenny!” the Floramon had cried out as it whipped its pistol like hands out letting the vines grow from its appendages and coil them around the neck of the young boy. Instantly, he had reached to his neck for a response and felt as if he was being strangled. Not so tightly he could not breathe, but tight enough to take notice and to know that on the other end was a raging female as Floramon had begun to push and pull shaking him madly.
“You fell again didn‘t you!” she had cried out brokenly as she shook the violet haired boy, “You klutz! Stop-being-such-a-ditz!” she had cried out not caring who was around. She was not quite fond of the idea of being hidden from eyes since she was all about glitz and glamour, not to mention she was curious about humans too.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform Now Listening To: "Forest Interlude" from DKC:2Chatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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