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[scovil]

"Hey, this information better be correct!" Scovil growled, staring at the other player. Besides him, Shamanmon raised his club menacingly and waited. The younger male took a step back, clearly intimidated by them, then nodded and quickly assured the Tamer that it was, and if it wasn't, he would certainly get his money back. Making sure to memorize the player's username and his partner species (a Gabumon, oddly enough), the teen and his partner left.

"So...why are you online so early?" Shamanmon asked half an hour later, after their search of the back alleys of the city turned up nothing. Dropping onto a bench under a flickering streetlight, Scovil removed two sandwiches from his inventory and handed one to his partner before answering.

"Couldn't sleep. Decided to come on." In truth, he hadn't slept at all, not after having to sit through another one of his father's rants about his stupid criminals were during dinner. No, he had spent most of the night online, looking up information on DO and seeing what the weaknesses of the source code were. As such, it was ridiculously early in the morning, both in-game and in the real world, so there weren't many people online.

"Oh. It seems like we're trying to find something that shouldn't exist," Shamanmon eventually said, and Scovil frowned as he chewed on his sandwich.

"It exists. Deal with it," he said shortly. 'It' was the underground black market, and that meant there was an underground economy in the game, which opened up several possibilities for himself. "We're not going to be like other players..." he added ominously, giving his partner a sharp look. He didn't care about being the Digimon King or whatever the title was. No, he was aiming to be king of the underworld, and to do that, he had to get his foot in the door.

[löwe]

The dead of night was the perfect time to roam the streets. There were less people online but there was always more activity if one looked in the right places. Bakumon had to pull him out of the system a few times. His position in the company and its upkeep allowed his avatar various things that most staff could only imagine.

"Löwe," Bakumon called.

Letters and symbols passed by his line of sight. He did not see the world around him any longer. A few more programs were put into place. More traps were set up. He'd already caught and disabled a few accounts meddling in the system. Only vaguely did he hear Bakumon's call.

"Hm ... ?"

"You're blanking out again."

Mentally, he hid all the windows that were in his vision unveiling the somewhat distraught look of his digital partner. The AI was always strange in his opinion. Perhaps there was a malfunction with their data that he wasn't aware of; his specialty wasn't AI after all. "I'm working." He merely said. "I don't want those bastards to touch my things" was what he actually meant.

Bakumon rolled their eyes. They found it strange that Löwe still bothered coming online to "play" the game. Everything he needed to do could be done with the lame computer in his office.

Löwe's satellite flickered back to blue as he noticed another dot showing up on his map. "We're not alone."

"It is Asuka City, Löwe." Bakumon remarked. They were far too used to traveling the North Sector. The frigid cold was a welcomed reminder that not many would dare travel there. It was a good place to hide out when necessary.

Finally actually seeing the dot that had appeared on his map, Löwe gave a friendly wave. "Good evening."

[scovil]

Shamanmon didn't seem to happy with the response he had gotten, but Scovil didn't care. He couldn't say too much here in the city - who knew who or what was listening? And he didn't trust his partner enough to keep his big mouth shut if the young man told him everything. Perhaps in the future, but not now. They ate their meal in silence, Scovil trying to come up with various possibilities to get himself into the black market. Swallowing the last bit of his sandwich, he leaned back against the bench and looked up at the flickering light overhead. There had to be someone in this city who knew something, but he had no idea who he could trust enough to ask.

The scuff of sneakers against pavement caught his attention then, and Scovil turned his head lazily to the side to see who else was insane enough to be on at this time of night. As the young player stepped into the light, his eyes widened and he heard Shamanmon gasp. Figuring that his partner was about to say something he shouldn't, the young man dropped his elbow and dug it into the Digimon's side, effectively shutting him up for a minute. "Oops, sorry about that...my arm slipped," he lied, shooting Shamanmon a warning glare as he did so.

Looking back at the familiar-yet-not player, Scovil nodded and answered, "Good evening. Or good morning, depending on your perspective." This kid...looked exactly like someone they had met up north, except with a slightly different hairstyle and a different partner. Narrowing his eyes, the young man straightened up and wondered if it was the same guy. No, it couldn't be. There was no reason for an admin to had two identical yet different avatars and partners. That left only one possibility: there were a pair of twins in the game. How interesting.

((I apologize for vanishing on you like that, but I'm back now and willing to keep this going if you are))

[löwe]

“… I guess.”

Löwe blinked. He hadn't heard that one before. It was a strange change. But it was a strange time, he remind himself. Only strange things happen when there are strange times. “Playing” the game at late at night was bound to be one of them. He couldn't even recall if there were internet cafes that stayed this late.

He had to admit, the look the guy was giving him was strange. The name finally registered to his vision, 'Scovil' and his partner 'Shamanmon.' They didn't really look like they were playing either – as much as they looked like they were 'playing' anyways.

“Taking a break?”

It was late. The NPCs were still at their stations with cheerful smiles that looked rather eerie at night, he had to admit. So, shopping for supplies were something Scovil didn't need to do. He didn't plop down on the ground around him, rather, continuing to walk his direction and out of the darkness fully.

“I wanted to see if there was any change to this city at night.” He started randomly. “It looks like its only the people that change.”

(( I don't mind keeping it going. ))

[scovil]

This kid was much more subdued than his apparent twin, but Scovil mentally shrugged at the thought. Even identical twins could be completely different in terms of personality, and since that was neither her nor there, his abandoned that line of thinking and focused instead on the pair in front of him. Löwe and Bakumon. Another new Digimon to remember. Even with a mind like his, he was having difficulty identifying all the Digimon he saw by sight alone. It was something he was going to have to work on.

"Yes, we are. With the amount of walking we did, we needed a rest," Scovil replied, Shamanmon nodding in agreement. While his partner had clearly gotten his breath back, he seemed content to remain silent, and the young man eyed him curiously for a moment. Perhaps he was just tired? He had no idea if Digimon could become tired. Not that particularly cared either way, but it was odd for Shamanmon to be so quiet.

Scovil blinked as Löwe stepped fully into the light, comparing him to the kid he had met up north. While they clearly looked identical, their hairstyles and choices of clothes differed enough to tell that they were their own unique personality. "Changes to the city?" he echoed softly, looking around the nearly-deserted street they were on. "Physically, the city doesn't change...but I would say its mood does. And the people occupying it, of course. I haven't been online much this time of night, but it seems like there's a more mysterious mood that emerges when it's quiet like this. Then again, maybe it's just me," he finished, giving the other player a faint smile.

[löwe]

Löwe didn't smile in return, merely nodded in agreement. "... It doesn't bother you?" He asked mildly curious. The male thought that it would bother most. The darkness isn't something that most are fond off. With only the streetlights and lights before the stores as the only sources of light around, many would prefer to play the game at another time, another cycle.

It wasn't the first time he traveled the streets at night. In fact, he preferred it. The silence was something he could do with, nevermind the fact that it always matched his mood. Never happy, always sad and depressing to be around -- another time, he would have given a laugh at the thought.

[scovil]

"Does the mood bother me?" Scovil blinked at the odd question and tilted his head back to stare at the flickering streetlight above his head while he answered, "No, I don't mind it at all. I know some might find it creepy, or even menacing, but I...I find it comfortable. You never know what's out there in the dark, after all." The darkness felt almost like home, and the silence didn't bother him either. Shamanmon was with him, and compared to Tokyo, which always seemed to be on the move, he found the quiet streets of Asuka City calming, especially late at night. Actually, he rather preferred the Digital World when it was quiet, but he needed to be around people to accomplish his goals, so peace would just have to wait.

Looking back at Löwe with narrowed eyes, he redirected the question. "Does it bother you?" He would assume not, given that they were both out here at night, but it never hurt to ask.

[löwe]

Löwe smiled at his view of darkness. It was very like his. Bakumon stared at their tamer like he was mad. He probably was.

He gave a short nod. "It's better this way." Large groups of people always tired him out quickly. Events carried the same effect. Putting those two together and filling a digital city with them, it was no wonder he avoided such places. "I suppose it has its troubles as well. If we need help, we're lucky to have our partners." He commented casually. There was always the failsafe, he figured, to go along with it if there really was something wrong. But it was unlike the real world where there was no "failsafe." A partner that would always be there for them is also something that doesn't always happen in the real world. More so one that has mysterious abilities only viable in the world they are in.