Subject: [r] noir et rouge 178 views

[solomon]

it was funny how he couldn't shake the need for a walking stick, even in the game. it was a companion, but also a hindrance.

smoke filled the air above him as he exhaled and placed the cigarette on the ashtray. the liquor stood by the side of the old-fashioned typewriter, untouched.

like always, he sat in a corner of the lamb chop. the pub smelt musty and in need of cleaning, and the noise from the restless city outside always filtered into the establishment. it often left him with no room for concentration, but he had to finish typing up his report.

he glanced up from the rusty keys and yellowing parchment to see a familiar figure standing by the doorway. only one man would step into the bar this early in the afternoon. one man on a mission to conquer fate.

váli, and his monimon.

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[niklas]

it's dull, the world around him. despite the colors that surrounds him, he prefers it that way. the muted colors are far more impressive than an obnoxious red.

this world is as he expects. it's fake. around him are mimicry of reality. it is deceitful how digimon online had managed. the stores and shops mimicked the designs of the latest stores and buildings, even the pub was similar to the real world.

his partner, the damnable thing flying around his head like a busy bee, struggles to keep up with him. useless creature of a digital monster it is, monimon is made for this world, tethering one to reality. they are an anomaly, neither living nor simply data.

he takes a seat beside the man at the counter and orders a drink as monimon rests on the counter, fidgeting. it's annoying him, but he can't get rid of it. the creature is bound to him, and he needs its protection. he hasn't found her yet, but he isn't giving up.

váli glances to his left spotting the man for the first time. he orders another drink, this time for him, before he takes a gulp of his own.

"drink. that is what you are here for."

the men around them, lame as they were, are all imbeciles for falling to the vodka. this is a game, to remove drunkenness all one needs to do is to think.

he lets the glass rest against the counter as he watches. attracted by the flickering lights, his gaze focus's on the other's chest, above where his heart should have been.

[solomon]

"hm."

the glass is cool to the touch, but the gin as tasteless as ever. it doesn't beat the sweetness of the liquor in real life, nor does it remind him of times long past. the gin simply doesn't ignite the same sense of nostalgia as before -- the game isn't an escape, it's torture.

the bar is quiet, save for the lone men at the counter. the bartender herself quietly wipes away the grime from some glasses.

"were you wondering about this?" he says, and breaks the tender silence. he taps the strange contraption embedded in his chest. "it's a heart for a heartless man."

[niklas]

"A heartless man who cares about his appearance," he comments behind an empty glass. It clinks quietly against the table.

He orders another, idly wondering how many it takes before the drunkenness settles in -- or was this game programmed so that limit was never reached as long as he was aware?

"Váli." The man introduces himself. The small digimon beside him squeaks to garner some attention from his partner and the other tamer. When he doesn't introduce them, they speak for themselves, "moniiiimon."

It's a loud, annoying sound. He doesn't find anything pleasant about it. A useless spot of data meant for children and lost souls. It's pink face stared at them with oblivious happiness. It didn't make things better.

[solomon]

he pushes the glass aside, runs his tongue along the insides of his mouth. a prickly person, this one. "ragnarök," he says, only because the other man asked.

he smiles at monimon, while a finger points at it. "i have one of those --"

"r-ragna!" the shrill voice of a little girl resounds in the bar as the door is thrown open. she runs in, panting. she tries to catch her breath in small amounts, but she is bent over double, hands on her knees as she looks at the two men.

"i-i got into trouble ..." mumbles the girl. she hastily glances over her shoulder. are they coming?