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Post by carnivale on Sept 30, 2012 16:28:18 GMT -8
Cure wasn't alone in her awe at how real this Digital World felt. Why, a few streets from her and walking about rather aimlessly with only the firearm-bearing dinosaur by her side, one Tomoe Kurosawa (although to anyone who asked, she was Carnivale) was thinking almost the exact same thing, except her thoughts were painted with much less wonder and much more distrust, perhaps even a smidgen of nervousness. She hadn't thought even she could be confused by this false reality, and having to find out that your mind wasn't as invincible as you thought it was hadn't been an easy thing.
But she was getting used to it, which Carnivale was still not sure whether or not this was a good thing. Considering the fact that her mother was unhealthily addicted to this very game, she had good reasons to fear that she was going to end up the same. For the moment, though, that hadn't appeared to be much like a problem. She'd been playing for awhile now, but Carnivale had met nobody who could possibly make her hound after the game like a crazed person. Actually she hadn't really met anybody at all, period. She wondered if it was because of how she looked, or because how Commandramon reeked of unfriendliness, but...
An unimportant problem, the girl (well, young woman now) thought and batted it aside, adding a bit more purpose into her stride even though she still had no idea where she was going. Maybe downtown. Wherever that is. Carnivale wasn't hesitant to admit to herself that she was a bit lost all around, but while she could and knew how to access the map, she wasn't going to do it now, for there were much more interesting things to see.
...Like cute pink things, for example.
Carnivale felt more than saw Commandramon gave a twitch as they walked past a girl holding a conversation with a cutemon (a player just like she was, Carnivale would wager), but she definitely heard the growl the soldier dinosaur sent at the pair and the distasteful look he sent the pink rabbit-like creature- er, data lump that looked like a creature.
Frowning, Carnivale's steps ceased. She gave Commandramon a hard look, and after a few seconds of ignoring her and staring intently at the girl and her Digimon, he obeyed grudgingly by looking away. Only then did she turn her attention fully to the other player who had unfortunately been on the receiving end of that snarl.
"I am sorry," Carnivale said, her voice curt but with a genuine note of apology behind it. "My partner is..." she glanced at Commandramon "...quirky...when it comes to strangers."
It earned her a sharp look and another snarl. Used to it by now, Carnivale ignored it. She did, however, smile inwardly at her own choice of words. "We meant you no harm," she continued to speak to the girl and even smiled slightly, something that wasn't very characteristic of she who was given much more to scowling. She rocked back on her heels, with one hand on her hip and leaning her weight on one leg. "...Are you new here? I have been around for awhile, and I have yet to see you."
Not that Carnivale herself was anything near an old seasoned traveler in the Digital World - twelfth grade did well in keeping you grounded in the real reality - but it was as good a conversation starter as she could think of. And besides, the girl before he seemed friendly enough. She might as well stick around to make sure she wasn't known of as a jerk. Based on a source of information (with dubious trustworthiness), some people hunted down jerks for PvP battles because they thought jerks would more readily accept challenges.
But because Carnivale was nice, she would stick around and make small talk. It was more productive than wandering about aimlessly, anyway. And more "fun", since that was apparently what she was supposed to have around these parts.
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