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[ecclesiawarrior]

Who: Shanoa, Partner [open to all]
What: Out hunting.
When: August 30th, 2009
Where: Neon / Junk city

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[eatatjoesaura]

Lorne was irrepressbly cheerful as usual, he and Goblimon were on their way home from shopping for Miku's birthday party and Lorne was convinced he'd bought the perfect outfits for her.

And so he was taking proud confident steps singing softly to himself in the warm Summer evening. Fall would be coming soon and he was swiftly catching up on his one year anniversary to coming to this world.

All the better really. In his own world L.A had been sent to hell and he only escaped by being brought here.

And here was the first place in a long time where he didn't feel out of place for his looks, for being a demon.

Poor Lorne... XD

[ecclesiawarrior]

Unfortunately Lorne was about to meet maybe the only person in the digital world who did care. Upon seeing the demon, Shanoa froze for a second and glared.

Witchmon on the other hand wasn't really paying much attention to her surroundings until she noticed she was no longer walking beside her partner. She looked up, looked around, and then saw Shanoa giving her death glare to something. She then spotted who the warrior was giving the glare too.

"No, no, NO, NO! SHANOA WAIT!" Witchmon called after her partner, but it was already too late. Shanoa had charged ahead, leaped over Lorne and landed in front of him.

"Are you going to go back to your own world willingly, or am I going to have to send you there by force?" Shanoa threatened Lorne as she equipped the Vol Luminatio glyphs to her left and right shoulders, and Fidelis Alate glyph to her back.

^_^ No kidding

[eatatjoesaura]

Lorne's red eyes went wide as he and Goblimon were faced with a hostile young woman for as far as they could tell no reason.

"U-uh honey...dunno if you're new to this world but none of us can go back to our own worlds." Lorne tried to smile pleasantly feeling slightly nervous, "We're stuck here till the digital god says the fat lady has sung."

Goblimon was nervous as well drawing out his bone club, a tool he hadn't used in ages, "Be careful Lorne, she's got an adult level with her and I've never evolved before..." He whispered.

[ecclesiawarrior]

Unfortunately Shanoa was not interested in explanations or excuses, "Listen, and listen well demon. I am not going to allow a fowl beast of hell like you roam the streets of this city freely." Shanoa powered up the glyph on her right arm and formed a ball of light in the palm of her hand. It looked like she was going to go through with her attack.

That was until Witchmon put herself between Shanoa and Lorne. "STOP! STOP! HE IS NOT A BAD ONE! HE IS NOT A BAD ONE!" Witchmon cried while panicked, and flustered.

[loudestlady]

What a night to be out in her full robes.

Melinda had just had another argument with Black Guilmon over her staying at the Hyperion despite all the trouble she'd gotten into and she'd left the hotel to clear her head.

As always when she felt stressed her body became that of the Scream Queen, her Banshees robe comforting like a black security blanket.

looking fairly suspicious and in her own little world Melinda slide along the sidewalk barely moving her feet to walk.

[ecclesiawarrior]

"So tell me, why am I sensing a dark force coming from you?" A voice had suddenly spoke up from behind Melinda. Shanoa slowly approached from behind. She usually gave witches, wizards, and the like a chance. After all, Shanoa herself was technically a witch.

(OOC: I am so missing that edit function on Miria's account.)

[loudestlady]

Melinda whirled around sharply startled by the voice and gave the owner a hard stare. Without her robe she'd have been more frightened but the confidence it gave her also made her more snippy.

She said nothing, as usual simple glared with eyes hidden by the hood of her robe willing this newcomer to carry on her way.

[ecclesiawarrior]

"Let me rephrase that..." To punctuate what she was about to say further, Shanoa activated the Fidelis Alate glyph on her back and called up three winged skeletons armed with shields and spears. "Explain why I sense dark power coming from you or I will kill you on the spot," Shanoa said as she escalated her question to a threat.

Witchmon, however, was now hiding in an alley way with her head just barely poking out enough to take a look.