not a tremor [ OPEN ]

[CLAIRE LYON]

Maybe I like this roller coaster

Maybe it keeps me high

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It was always a pleasure to visit Necropolis.

The city, with its atmospheric architecture and and a fascinating assortment of residents suited Claire's tastes perfectly. The jaunty tune that could be heard throughout the city was so unfitting that it somehow enhanced the haunted theme Necropolis embodied, sending shivers down her spine, even as hardy as she was. Though for her, it was far more out of the pleasure and wonder than anxiety.

Walter always seemed far less happy to visit than she was, but the blonde cared not, setting her focus ahead rather than on her partner. While Walter's own vision darted from side to side with poorly hidden ( in her opinion, at least ) apprehension, her own blues remained cool under the dark pressure of the city. Despite the Lopmon's concerns- unfounded and based on stereotypes, Claire knew and scoffed at- she walked with a surefooted confidence.

Days in the Digital World had been exciting lately. From rampaging Digimon to the "Seven" to starting the Ringbound, Claire was spoiled for excitement- so much so she was less and less willing to go home. But that was to be expected, was it not?

Today however, was a brief lull in activity. While she did indeed generally prefer to be active and with some sort of goal in mind, to Walter's dismay Claire's idea of relaxing was taking a stroll through the dark area, peering at the shops once in a while or ordering food from possibly disreputable shopkeeps. Which she did, and the two headed off to a known courtyard, which was empty for the moment.

Claire paused, about to enjoy her treat. It was a Necropolis special: a crispy croissant, stuffed with molten chocolate with a drizzle of the same, powdered with sugar. Truly, devil's food. "You're sure you don't want any, dear?"

Walter gave her a look of mild disdain, then turned to keep his ears and eyes open for trouble, despite the lack of bodies about. "No, thanks. You don't know where it's been." He muttered the last part under his breath. "The Digimon here are just as likely to poison you as they are to scam you."

"Oh, come now Walter, you know that's not true. I've been patronizing this fellow's business since the beginning. They're some of the best in the Digital World, if you ask me."

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"Claire speech."
"Walter speech."

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[Leyton Thomson]

If I'm a danger to myself Imaginewhaticouldtoyou tagged

Leyton sped down the streets of Necropolis on his new cruiser, the bike's body was rather dated, but it was the best the Ebemon dealer had in the way of personal transportation aside from a few junker cars. Honestly, Leyton didn't have to spend much on the motorcycle, managing to haggle the Ebemon to giving it to him for two bits and a look at his digivice.


The motorcycles engine roared as it's exhaust pipe backfired, echoing near perfectly impersonating gun shots. As far as helmets went Leyton was out of luck, the dealer didn't have many to the white hair's taste, or rather Leyton didn't want one, because helmset hair just wasn't his thing.

Leyton's unkept maneblew back with the wind, his eyes focoused on the road, in the real world he had his own bike, or atleast he did before pawning it for a few bucks. It felt good to cut through the wind again, hell he might even do a wheelie just fo shits and gigggles. The fact that the roads were near empty was what surprised the speedster the most, not a car in sight, just Digimon walking their way, that indeed motorcycle travel easier. 

Soon the smell of fresh bread caught his attention, "Mmmm," he made a sharp turn down a narrow alleyway and followed the scent, not too soon after he began his turn he noticed a familiar figure, "Boss?", he stopped his bike in its tracks stopping a good yard or two from Claire. 

"Excuse me, madam; I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask what a beautiful woman like you is doing in the middle of a city like this?" he bellowed, cruising closer to his leader. 

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[CLAIRE LYON]

► oh it eats us alive Yes there's a scream inside That we all try to hide We hold on so tight But I don't wanna die

Leyton Thomson Boss? Oh, right, that was her. As someone who usually worked alone- or at most, collaborated with others- it was still somewhat strange for Claire to consider herself the leader of a group. The Ringbound had no strict hierarchy system, and she was simply the founder and organizer. Yet there were some that seemed to look to her for group guidance and leadership- perhaps this was bound to happen simply due to the nature of humans, she mused. The sentiment wasn't entirely unwelcome, however. Though somewhat unexpected, she could see herself getting used to "boss" and the like. And this was- Ah, right. The one that had made such a powerful impression at the meeting with Plutomon... by promptly napping upon arrival. Leyton. He didn't look so sleepy now however, the mess of hair on his head windblown and every which way ( though, she remembered it always looking like that ), and riding a... motorcycle. 'Not bad.' As far as she knew, the boy was a groundbound spirit user, so it was indeed resourceful of him to look into mobile transportation options. She regarded him with a cool smile- though her first impression of him hadn't been the best, Leyton had caught Claire in a good mood. "Why, I'm only out for a stroll, my good fellow," she answered with a small laugh. "A 'city like this' perfect scenery for a leisure and a treat, no?" She was no child- fear of the dark was irrational, for children and Walter. The Lopmon sniffed, turning up his nose at the boy- how shamelessly uncouth! "Claire speech." "Walter speech."

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[Leyton Thomson]

If I'm a danger to myself Imagine what I could do to you tagged

Drifting his bike near the curve of the sidewalk Leyton sat up on his bike and slammed his right foot on to the break to bring the cycle to a complete stop. Damn thing's break was trash, needing more than latent force to come to a halt. "I forgot how rusty this thing is." he chuckled, parking the bike on the side of the road and immediately hopping off to catch up to his glorious leader. 


A good stroll ey? Maybe this could be his chance to suck up and get on her good side, though he wouldn't mind seeing her other side too. Heck, by the end of this he might just have a new BFF, or better. 


Shaking his hair and whipping it back he paced to the side of the Lopmon,what was his name?  Wally? William? No, wait...


Walter was his name, and boy was he cute, though his little nose in the air and huffing routine didn't go unnoticed. Geez, did every lady in Ringbound have an uppity Digimon? First, Nox now this little fella, if this was anything like the whole Astoria situation he'll be okay for the most part. 


"You have a point, plus this is a pretty sweet excuse to hang out with my admirable leader and her handsome partner," he said, ruffling his hair to retain it's naturally tousled look. Wow, she was something, easy on the eyes, and relaxed, what a woman. Might as well turn on the old Thomson charm. 

What was the harm in flirting with his leader? Not like she'd draw a sword and shank the living daylights out of him, though Ley may have to worry about Walter, sometimes Digimon can become rather "jealous." The very thought made the white hair snicker a bit Leyton vs Walter 2k 45. 

OWL

[CLAIRE LYON]

► oh it eats us alive Yes there's a scream inside That we all try to hide We hold on so tight But I don't wanna die

Leyton Thomson While he was parking his bike, Claire neatly took another bite of her croissant, then took just a second to wipe the chocolate off the side of her lip with an ungloved hand. Out of the corner of her vision she watched Leyton, though the woman deliberately did not look straight at him quite yet- let him put some effort into it a bit. Walter's expression didn't change, despite the compliment which he had a hunch was an effort to butter him up- how dare the unmannerly little boy he think he could speak to Claire that way! Just who did he think he was- as sickening as it was to see any these youths climbing all over his tamer, at least the likes of Miss Astoria had some class. But she just couldn't resist humoring him a little, could he? As much as he loved her, she was infuriating- it seemed that his work in guarding her was never complete. "You flatter me, dear," she chuckled, and shook her head, ponytailed hair swinging behind her. In typical flirtatious fashion, he ruffled his hair- grooming, perhaps? Subconscious ( or in some cases, conscious ) actions did tend to give intent away, though Claire couldn't say she wasn't guilty of the very same when put into Leyton's position. "And you, Mr. Leyton? I see you fancy a ride, yourself." A pointed look was given to the bike he'd called from, before looking up at the young male, directly into his eyes- would he break eye contact, or look away? Even a simple, easy push like this could tell Claire a lot about someone. "Claire speech." "Walter speech."

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[Leyton Thomson]

If I'm a danger to myself Imagine what I could do to you tagged

Stretching hs arms the young man placed his hands behind his head as he continued his journey with the duo. Walter didn't seem to want any part of Leyton's nonsense, and honestly, could the white hair blame him? Leyton was a slob, a slacker, a man without care of all things.


Walt probably still had disdain for his nonchalant attitude at the meeting, but it wasn't Leyton's fault, he wanted to be 'the guy' and be a little more serious. Though he wasn't all that good at being serious for too long. 


Arching an eyebrow Leyton watched as Claire gave him a sort of 'hair flip', that meant one of two things to him, she was going to humor him or she was just going to toy with him a little. Either way, he was just lucky that such a delightful young woman would give him the time of day. 


"Well, I was just testing out that cruiser, reminded me of the one I had at home, and I couldn't help but buy it," He took a glance down at the woman, her windows staring into his. Eye contact? And lots of it, nothing wrong with it, heck he could stare at those eyes all day. 


Leaning down a bit he matched her gaze, locking his eyes with hers, "It's nice to take a stroll every now and then, mind if I join you two?"

OWL

[CLAIRE LYON]

► oh it eats us alive Yes there's a scream inside That we all try to hide We hold on so tight But I don't wanna die

Leyton Thomson Oh ho, so he did know how to ride that thing. She supposed that in itself was a talent- a lot of people, including herself, wouldn't know where to begin with such a vehicle, though she'd be lying if she said she never wanted to try it one day. Though he had parked it and seemed to be intent on joining the two on their walk, he'd best hope someone didn't decide to make off with it, or worse, strip it for parts right then and there. Ha- the thought was amusing, should they come back and find that, but unlikely to happen- most had no use for the parts or the bike anyway, due to the mostly mobile nature of Digimon. He seemed to be more than happy to return her eye contact. She was not surprised, but continued to be amused by the messy boy. At the very least, though lazy and foolish, he was confident, and apparently sure of himself. Or perhaps just not easily affected or intimidated by others- that was also certainly a possibility, and if so that would be a quality they both shared. "Of course." Her pace was easy, almost aimless. Walter plodded along beside them, needing to take long, quick strides to keep up with the two humans. Short legs! "So, tell me about yourself, then." Though not her first choice of Ringbound members, it was a good chance to get to know one of them more. "No Digimon walks by your side, which means you're a Spirit Wielder, correct?" Of course, that was assuming he was even that much. "Claire speech." "Walter speech."

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[Leyton Thomson]

If I'm a danger to myself Imagine what I could do to you tagged

Taking one last glance at his bike Leyton broke his staring contest with Claire for only a brief moment before turning back to her. There was more to her than simply being the charismatic leader of a dominant team but what was it?

She seemed to be a pretty good Tamer, to have a group of her own and even unique ring manufactured for that group would need plenty more than taming skills. Maybe she was hardcore underneath her calm exterior... only one way to find out. Random questi- 'Tell me about yourself.'

That was a first; normally he'd have to initiate a conversation with such a question. 

Stroking an imaginary beard, Leyton thought over a half concise answer; it'd have to be short enough not to bore his company, but long enough to share info about himself.  

"Well, I'm a simple man, lived in Syracuse New York my entire life, left my parents at 17, got my place the same day. I used to be a bit of a sloth until well... I came to this world. Now I'm just a fellow wandering between two worlds looking for nothing." hopefully, that self-analyse wasn't too long, it should give the woman a pretty good idea of him. 

"Oh and yeah I'm a spirit wielder, but enough about me, tell me about you. There must be quite a story behind the leader of the bound." he placed his arms behind his back and turned his attention back to the eyes of his leader 

OWL

[CLAIRE LYON]

► oh it eats us alive Yes there's a scream inside That we all try to hide We hold on so tight But I don't wanna die

Leyton Thomson The young man's history was unfortunately rather dull for Claire's tastes- it was exactly as he said, he was a simple man. Although if she was honest, it wasn't as if she could best him all that much. Though her life was distinctly different from his, before she came to the Digital World she'd call herself rather dull as well. "Oho, let's see..." she trailed off, passing Walter the rest of her croissant. The Lopmon's frown deepened- reduced to servant duty! And in front of a lesser member of their group- not that there were any real ranks, just that Leyton himself was a lesser man, in the Digimon's eyes. It was actually rare that Claire was asked about herself personally- nearly always on the job, it was typically never requested nor required, except perhaps the length of time she'd been a tamer. "Again, you flatter me, but my life before this wasn't so interesting, I'm afraid." It was the truth, in her eyes- there was no reason to lie to Leyton, nor did she wish to elaborate much further on it. Unless he really did want to know, but if he did, she would have difficulty understanding why. "I met Walter and started traveling the Digital World around five years ago now, it must be." For some reason this didn't appear to be common among other tamers- most seemed to say a year or less. She couldn't imagine why- if there were other experienced tamers, they weren't common."This place has... essentially become my home." She smiled, looking fondly at the Necropolis towers. "I have a life in the real world to go back to should I choose, but more and more I think: why would I do that?" She had many adventures before that she could recount, but what was always most important was the present- what could she do to make sure every day was a thrill? "It's easy to live one's own life here, exactly the way one wishes to, without restriction. Do you agree, Mr. Leyton- I wonder if you've found that as well?" "Claire speech." "Walter speech."

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[Leyton Thomson]

If I'm a danger to myself Imagine what I could do to you tagged

He furrowed an eyebrow at the mention of five years. Personally, he was creeping up on six months, six grueling months. No jump, no TV, and nothing to show for his travels but a ring. "Can't say," he answered looking at the skyline. "I haven't done enough to clarify if this world suits me better than the other,"

Time to make things awkward might even make Walter angry. "Hey, Claire what are you two doing for the next," he looked at his watch "Hour? Maybe we could hang out and see what the Necro city offers,"

He licked his lips, "Maybe a little more if little Walter falls asleep. Or maybe Walter and I can spar?"


(Just going to close and say that they had lunch and went their separate ways. Hope that's okay.)

OWL