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Who: Sarasim, Kudamon, [open]
What: Thoughts best left unsaid
When: February 23, 2011
Where: Hyperion Hotel, Roof.
It was not unusual for Sarasim to start and end her day on the roof of the Hyperion. In fact it had become a habit she took comfort in.
And there was not much to find solace in these days.
While still technically an agent of DATS the dark skinned warrior had found it easier to limit her self imposed area of protection to within a few blocks of the hotel in any direction. After all such a high concentration of Tamers meant that there was that many more people who depended on her.
Children, families, Digimon, all had the same rights as the strong to live comfortably and it was her responsibility to enforce that belief.
As the sun set on another day in the Digital world the lights of Neon were already shimmering, drawing in customers to the all night parlors of pleasure. A city that spent half it's time fighting within itself to grow, and the rest of the time living like there was no tomorrow.
The sky was a tinted pink turning into violet as the starts rubbed their eyes and prepared to light up the heavens above gazing down upon the city that dared to defy the natural light of nature with their tubes of colored lightning.
Drawing forth her training swords she adjusted her grip on them and felt the cool familiar wood blades against her arms. They were costly tools for training but weighed exactly the same as her own real weapons and that was most important to her.
Kudamon lay along the edge of the roof lighting up a cigarette and gazing down into the courtyard that served as a welcoming entrance to the hotel. The flowers were starting to peer out from the soil once more unsure of if the chill of winter was returning to strangle the life from them once more.
While Sarasim was the muscle, Kudamon was the brains or so she liked to think. The warrior woman would spend day in and day out securing things, threatening threats, and imposing her will on those who would bring harm to the well meaning business. And it was surprising how many people wanted to try and take advantage of the Hyperion on a daily basis. Just this afternoon Sarasim and Kudamon had ejected a pair of Impmon who were trying to break into Lance's apartment and loot it. The Impmon had moved in a month previous and had on occasion been seen sneaking into empty apartments looking for things to steal. The security cameras had documented every one of them but the moment it looked as though they were moving onto apartments that people actually used...
...well that was a lie. Lance was gone an no one was using his apartment except his friends he had left behind. Lorne had decided that Lance's apartment would remain waiting for him in case he returned, and locked it up tight. Now only Lorne and Sarasim had access to the simple quarters.
Had the stress of day to day living in a world centuries beyond what she was used to finally begun to bother the warrior woman? She had assimilated fairly well after two years but every so often something advanced and modern threw her for a loop.
Or was it because today was just another day she had to admit to the possibility that Lance wasn't coming back, and the feelings she had harbored for him would go unfulfilled?
Either way after how furious Sarasim had been, those Impmon wouldn't be returning anytime soon that was a fact.
What: Thoughts best left unsaid
When: February 23, 2011
Where: Hyperion Hotel, Roof.
It was not unusual for Sarasim to start and end her day on the roof of the Hyperion. In fact it had become a habit she took comfort in.
And there was not much to find solace in these days.
While still technically an agent of DATS the dark skinned warrior had found it easier to limit her self imposed area of protection to within a few blocks of the hotel in any direction. After all such a high concentration of Tamers meant that there was that many more people who depended on her.
Children, families, Digimon, all had the same rights as the strong to live comfortably and it was her responsibility to enforce that belief.
As the sun set on another day in the Digital world the lights of Neon were already shimmering, drawing in customers to the all night parlors of pleasure. A city that spent half it's time fighting within itself to grow, and the rest of the time living like there was no tomorrow.
The sky was a tinted pink turning into violet as the starts rubbed their eyes and prepared to light up the heavens above gazing down upon the city that dared to defy the natural light of nature with their tubes of colored lightning.
Drawing forth her training swords she adjusted her grip on them and felt the cool familiar wood blades against her arms. They were costly tools for training but weighed exactly the same as her own real weapons and that was most important to her.
Kudamon lay along the edge of the roof lighting up a cigarette and gazing down into the courtyard that served as a welcoming entrance to the hotel. The flowers were starting to peer out from the soil once more unsure of if the chill of winter was returning to strangle the life from them once more.
While Sarasim was the muscle, Kudamon was the brains or so she liked to think. The warrior woman would spend day in and day out securing things, threatening threats, and imposing her will on those who would bring harm to the well meaning business. And it was surprising how many people wanted to try and take advantage of the Hyperion on a daily basis. Just this afternoon Sarasim and Kudamon had ejected a pair of Impmon who were trying to break into Lance's apartment and loot it. The Impmon had moved in a month previous and had on occasion been seen sneaking into empty apartments looking for things to steal. The security cameras had documented every one of them but the moment it looked as though they were moving onto apartments that people actually used...
...well that was a lie. Lance was gone an no one was using his apartment except his friends he had left behind. Lorne had decided that Lance's apartment would remain waiting for him in case he returned, and locked it up tight. Now only Lorne and Sarasim had access to the simple quarters.
Had the stress of day to day living in a world centuries beyond what she was used to finally begun to bother the warrior woman? She had assimilated fairly well after two years but every so often something advanced and modern threw her for a loop.
Or was it because today was just another day she had to admit to the possibility that Lance wasn't coming back, and the feelings she had harbored for him would go unfulfilled?
Either way after how furious Sarasim had been, those Impmon wouldn't be returning anytime soon that was a fact.