Jeremiah
of House Baenre
Hotaru almost started speaking several times, trying to explain what she could to this woman, Pokémon. She glanced at the letter Gardevoir held out, only for it to be snatched away before Hotaru could see anything of it more than Leda’s name. The phone was at least a little easier.
“Y-yes, I got a letter like that too, and a device,” she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and held it out for Gardevoir to take, “here, you can wipe your face with this if you want.” Then she held out her own device. If Gardevoir looked at the screen, Lunamon’s large, watery eyes would meet hers.
“This is Lunamon,” Hotaru said, “We met back in that Digital World place.”
However, they didn’t have much more time. Lunamon’s ears shot straight up as the alert pinged.
“’Come to Shinjuku,’ is what it says,” Lunamon read it off, “It’s marked Very Urgent.”
Hotaru looked at Gardevoir again. Would she be okay to move around? Hotaru offered her hand to the other woman. If they went together it would probably be fine, right?
Upon arrival in Shinjuku, or rather, their arrival in the Digital Space, the reason their summons became clear. Lyle Walt’s charred corpse lay in the middle of the street, displayed for all passerbys to see. The reek of burnt flesh reached her even at a distance, and she fought to keep from vomiting. Lunamon clung to her legs, trembling like a leaf in a typhoon. How any of the others could just go about as normal at something like this was beyond her.
Were they expected to solve this?! This world did have cops, right? Where were the guys that Yang had gone to find? Some of the others had already started investigating the body; the result: burns, sparks, could be from fire, could be electrical. Someone found a scrap of paper. Hotaru shuddered. At least there seemed to be someone else acting as detective, but her impression was that it was one of them who’d killed Lyle. Why would any of them do that? He was, at worst, kindve a weirdo, and a weirdo easily avoided. Why would one of them, any of them, feel the need to kill him?
They had so little to go on. She didn’t know anyone other than Yang and Gardevoir, sort of. If they were to be forced to suspect each other, then they’d have to know more than they did. Electrical burns and flames especially didn’t seem hard to cause, even without supernatural abilities, but unless they found some evidence to show otherwise, it was all they had to point fingers with.
Hotaru took a deep breath, wishing that she could muster up more conviction. With some difficulty, she brought her Persona to the forefront of her mind. This was probably all she’d be able to do; she didn’t know if she’d even get anything useful from it, considering the time it could take to Scan over everyone and their digimon, but if she focused Erinyes solely towards identifying people’s Skills, or usable techniques, then she should be able to managed something.
She summoned her Persona, and got to work.
Crow (Time to Investigate~)
Jeremiah
The Gardevoir's nose wrinkled as she absorbed Hotaru's troubling answers to all her questions. Looking at the mess of pixels on Hotaru's digivice, she could almost make out the "Digimon" as they were called, which apparently had an affinity for Hotaru. Did that mean the Digimon on her digivice had an affinity for her? Cursing under her breath, the Gardevoir accepted Hotaru's helping hand. "I suppose that means we're in this together," the Gardevoir grunted as she came to stand. But looking Hotaru up and down, then at the handkerchief she had offered her, the Gardevoir cracked a subtle smile, "At the very least you seem decent...for a human," she snidely added, "You may call me Lady, since my kin seem intent on labeling me as such," she added with a sour bite to her words. It appeared not even Pokémon were safe from Lady's vexing wit. Exiting the apartments for the second time, Lady appeared to have little trouble. She was, however, following uncomfortably close behind Hotaru.
Their travels together eventually leading back into the digital space, Lady breathed in deep as she felt the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders with the return of her psychic powers. Bending the laws of physics around her, Lady elegantly glided down the subway steps, but her heart jumped at what was awaiting her down below.
Curiously unpocketing her digivice, Lady found that her Digimon appeared conveniently absent upon re-entering the digital space. Putting the pieces together, Lady gingerly approached the Palmon she had liberated with an open palm outstretched. "So it is not a cage, but a looking glass!" she chuckled while she caressed the curious creature's cheek, "But why is it attuned to this Digimon specifically, I wonder..." Lady thought out loud as she floated right on by it, ignoring its series of mute gestures, much to the Palmon's dismay. Nonetheless, the juvenile Digimon trailed behind, and was startled by the corpse smelling of fried flesh sprawled out across the subway platform. Lady, meanwhile, shared Lyle's lifeless expression even as she stared deep into his empty eyes. Sensing the Palmon's distress, Lady spun around to give it a reassuring smile, "Don't fret, wild one. Humans die, as all things do," the Gardevoir spoke in a soothing, almost motherly tone, even as her message started to gnarl and twist, "But theirs is a kind which will murder and subjugate one another with glee. You and I were once enslaved by them," she breathed a wistful sigh, watching as Lyle's Digimon disintegrated before her, "We're free now. Cherish that,"
The psychic's contemplative thought would be interrupted, however, by a nearby Braixen's outburst. Pivoting to observe the events unfold, Lady's lips pursed with concern upon pegging Benedict as the subject of verbal retort. Calmly approaching Lana, the Gardevoir came to stand beside her. "Don't waste your breath on that one, young Braixen," she spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on Lana's shoulder, but never breaking her focus on Benedict, "He isn't worth the effort,"
Sayo-Nara Veradana Crow
CocoaMarshmallow
@y'all
Their travels together eventually leading back into the digital space, Lady breathed in deep as she felt the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders with the return of her psychic powers. Bending the laws of physics around her, Lady elegantly glided down the subway steps, but her heart jumped at what was awaiting her down below.
Curiously unpocketing her digivice, Lady found that her Digimon appeared conveniently absent upon re-entering the digital space. Putting the pieces together, Lady gingerly approached the Palmon she had liberated with an open palm outstretched. "So it is not a cage, but a looking glass!" she chuckled while she caressed the curious creature's cheek, "But why is it attuned to this Digimon specifically, I wonder..." Lady thought out loud as she floated right on by it, ignoring its series of mute gestures, much to the Palmon's dismay. Nonetheless, the juvenile Digimon trailed behind, and was startled by the corpse smelling of fried flesh sprawled out across the subway platform. Lady, meanwhile, shared Lyle's lifeless expression even as she stared deep into his empty eyes. Sensing the Palmon's distress, Lady spun around to give it a reassuring smile, "Don't fret, wild one. Humans die, as all things do," the Gardevoir spoke in a soothing, almost motherly tone, even as her message started to gnarl and twist, "But theirs is a kind which will murder and subjugate one another with glee. You and I were once enslaved by them," she breathed a wistful sigh, watching as Lyle's Digimon disintegrated before her, "We're free now. Cherish that,"
The psychic's contemplative thought would be interrupted, however, by a nearby Braixen's outburst. Pivoting to observe the events unfold, Lady's lips pursed with concern upon pegging Benedict as the subject of verbal retort. Calmly approaching Lana, the Gardevoir came to stand beside her. "Don't waste your breath on that one, young Braixen," she spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on Lana's shoulder, but never breaking her focus on Benedict, "He isn't worth the effort,"
Sayo-Nara Veradana Crow
CocoaMarshmallow
@y'all