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Chronology: Ultimate
DR ALEXIS KUROKI
AETHER: 80%
SOUL: KitsunePHYSICAL CONDITION: Fine
MENTAL CONDITION: Concerned, Slightly Bothered
LOCATION: Elevator, Spaceship
COLOR: #E1914F
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Bias and instincts were two things that didn’t encourage cooperation between individuals that were too different and too similar. If someone is too foreign, it’s natural to hold bias against them and instinctually try to distance yourself from them. On the other hand, if someone is too similar to yourself, you begin to project the worst of yourself onto them and, once again, attempt to distance yourself. The latter was the situation Alexis found herself to be in regarding Mimaki. Her instinct to stick to her own kin and keep them from the other kitsune was mixed with the uncanny similarities between Shin Don and Mimaki’s appearances. However, despite these instincts and biases, she still had always made an effort to be polite and give the benefit of the doubt to everyone. The task was just a bit more difficult when it came to another kitsune. Alexis had to intentionally be polite, giving a smile that looked polite for the sake of politeness, “Yes, I’m Alexis, Nine-Tailed Fox and everything. Kitsune with nine tails are definitely a rarity; few live to grow that many… but you seem to be a bit young for the number of tails you possess, don’t you?”
The last part was completely instinctual on Alexis’s part; it just slipped out. She didn’t have the displeasure of interacting with many other kitsune, but it seemed that no matter what, it was easy to tell how old they were given their Scent. Describing the specifics of how that worked was a task Alexis couldn’t do; she’d only recently started to practice her ability to sense Scent. In a move to distract from the last part of the statement, Alexis also returned Mimaki’s bow with one of her own, letting go of Sage in the process, “Don’t worry about hitting him, he needs to be brought back to reality sometimes… just don’t do it too hard, please.”
Then, a girl that smelled of smoke and fire appeared and tackled Sage with a hug of her own, much to the boy’s confusion. Alexis was also a bit confused, but it seemed as if this girl was originally part of the MPF group back at the Tent of Telepathy, only to have gotten lost. At Sage’s helpful little warning, she gave a polite smile and wave, as if to affirm what the boy had just said.
Now, Alexis would love to stand around and talk, but it seemed as if everyone else was making their way towards other parts of the ship. Splitting up was definitely not the greatest of ideas, but since it was already being done, there was no sense in staying put. They had to join someone and form a bigger, safer group. Alexis chose the familiar pyromancer and oni that was Kyou as he toted WALL-E and the Sammich Bot like he was reliving his childhood. The wholesomeness and childish wonder of it all made the kitsune smile as she thought about her own children. She took off after him and called Sage along, “Come on! We shouldn’t leave the others alone in exploring the ship. We don’t know what’s waiting for us!”
When Alexis finally caught up, they were at some kind of secretary office with an elevator in the back, a typing robot, and...Eric??? How did he get here? And why was he calling himself “Kendall”? Was this some sort of split personality or split soul situation like Alexis was dealing with, or was this some kind of corruption of the Typhlosion she’d met at the Mushroom Kingdom. Whatever it was, he seemed… oddly unsettling as he asked everyone for their IDs.
Her eyes twitched a little in annoyance when Kyou called “Kendall” a Digimon, but she didn’t say anything as she presented the best source of identification she had on hand: a business card. Honestly, she didn’t expect her Venetian Standard ID to come into play across the universe, seeing as only the Traveler’s ID came with the ability to take the form of whatever relevant ID was required, but here she was. From her jacket pocket, Alexis produced a small rectangular sheet of orange crystal. The blank face was quickly filled with white text that listed her job title and contact information. “Is this accepted as ID?”
If it didn’t work, Alexis would pull out another business card and use her illusions to create the best approximation of her actual ID on it. If anything she tried worked, she would pack herself into the elevator along with the others, her tails forming a little barrier between herself and others to keep them from touching her. Though they were voluminous, they were easily compacted as necessary to make room for the others. It seemed as if a significant part of her tails’ volume was made up of air!
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