Subject: It's a Ghost! Right..? [open] 310 views

[piedpiper]

First time into the game and already she was puzzled. Now what could you be wondering just a mere second into the game? Well it was more like three seconds really. Adding to the ten minutes she had spent just staring at the pinnacle of her puzzlement. Now what could possibly be so mesmerizing that she could only stare at it for the first good moments that were usually someone's time wandering into the game.

It was her partner. Tinkermon was this little thing's name. DO had some strange imagination, turning that Disney pixie into a glorified, badass fairy. But that wasn't the impossible quiz part. Oh no. It was the thing's size. The creature must've only been the size of a canary... Okay a bit bigger than that but still. All the while that fairy just hovered in the air, patiently awaiting her new partner's greetings or good-mornings, er- nights. It was pitch black outside in real time, almost midnight. It must really be a strange sight to see some 'little girl' staring at a midget fairy. Well one girl certainly seemed to think so. Pied hadn't even noticed the other player until there was a shriek and the shadow of a fleeing figure. All the girl could say was, What was that? Banshee? That girl's scream was a horror to her ears apparently.

In turn the Tinkermon replied with a somewhat haughty tone. So you can speak. And no that was another tamer.

[/b] [/i]Pied expected some squeaky voice, not the rather normal one she just heard. Huh. How boring. Or interesting. More interesting. Yes, like seashells. How strange, your aren't that terrifying. Too small. Too skinny. Not like a monster dragon or creepy blob. There aren't any creepy blobs wandering the night are there? Most of that just flew right over Tinkermon's head. She had said that far too quickly. What was this white-haired partner of her's going on about. Dragons? Blobs? What? Uhh... There's agumon?[/i]

Pied just shrugs. Little dinosaurs wish to be dragons. Funny really. They can't exactly fly but they can spit on you. Least that's what she read before slipping on into this game. Tinkermon could only tilt her head in response. Without another word the girl began her 'journey' down the walk. Ah! The fairy peeped before chasing after her.

Little did she know, actually she probably knew, that the tamer who had saw the 'strange girl in white staring into the air' thought she was a ghost. Didn't even bother to check for a name. The night does that to people. No commonsense, but then common is just so common. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ronin47]

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[atrb=Valign, top] Ronin looked to his left over where Asuka City remained wide awake. Yellow and white lights made shadows outline upon buildings and figures. Shadows chased after their moving masters, not a second glance given toward them. They spend their life running, half the time invisible, half the time ignored. They were useless, they probably knew, but they chose to stay, content to never be alone. Where summer would never pass, it was always chillier at night. The more Ronin stayed to kill time, the more he reconsidered sneaking out for the night and getting some real fresh air in the park. He was grounded - a sixteen-year-old grounded like a boy of ten who forgot to do his multiplication homework. Ronin had never failed to pass a passing homework, quiz paper, or subject. He never had given his parents the shame of coming over to school to hear of bad behavior...at least when it had happened once or twice, he had gotten away with it. (He figured that if teachers had to call parents over boys having a stand off every time, there would be a crowd by the office every week.) His teachers were willing to give him the benefit of doubt. But when all these academic instances were absent, it seemed to Ronin that parents tended to look for other reasons they could feel in control over their child. What Ronin would really want from this game right now was a skateboard. He would do something incredibly stupid - maybe skate down a Digimon-infested mountain - and survive. And he wouldn't even hear his parents talk about it. "Ronin, a player over there had screamed." "I heard," Ronin replied to his Digimon, Strabimon, who was listening with his ears perked up. He reminded him of his German Shepherd who would exhaust herself out from paying attention to every by-passer in the street. "It's nothing." "Why?" This conversation again. Ronin wanted to roll over the floor and breathe dirt in his lungs. "People scream all the time. It's nothing." Strabimon looked at him thoughtfully. "How very odd." A few minutes of reclaimed peace, the scream began to haunt Ronin again. A player with her Digimon had approached Ronin, her face as pale as the moon. "You're a staff, right?" she asked shakily. Not having thought they were related at first, Ronin was a little alarmed. "Yeah. I'm a guide. Something wrong?" Guides didn't have that much place in cities. They dealt with helping players in their first fights. Having problems in non-combatant zones was a rare, usually technical problems or just moments of stupidity. He'd had a player panicking over being unable to log out and raving something about an anime called .hack. "I saw a ghost!" the player squealed, pointing to the direction Strabimon had. "Is it some sort of event? Or a prank? It's not funny. I thought there aren't any bosses around Asuka, oh my gosh." "There aren't," Ronin said, trying to be placating but he didn't like panicking players. They often times grated his nerves. "As far as I know." "So it IS a ghost!" the player declared. "No. Look, it's late and maybe you've been playing a little too long. You should just log out and take some sleep," Ronin said. "You think I can sleep after seeing something like that?" the player demanded. "Beats me." It was late for both of them, okay? "I'll go check it out. If it's anything, you can expect an e-mail from MAGAMI tomorrow morning. That good?" "Okay," the player said. "But I don't want to log out way." Ronin shrugged. "Suit yourself. Come on, Strabimon." He wasn't really planning on checking out this ghost the player claimed to have seen. Strabimon was on a look out so at the off chance there was something, he would know. He didn't need Strabimon pointing out the obvious though as a white figure began to head their way. It obviously wasn't a ghost, that much was obvious even to Strabimon. Probably just some kid wanting to scare some people. Wanting to confirm his hypothesis, Ronin simply stood there, waiting for the girl and her Digimon to pass by. — tagged: piedpiper

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