setting them up [ Astoria ]

[Astoria Zenker]

OOPS, YOU SAW MY HORNS

they're really not halo, just horns Hidden behind an angelic facade; oh how silly, you fell for my lies. It's funny, the joke's on you. Can you hear my laughter? Can you hear my voice? You danced with the devil, now you must to pay the price. Nothing can save you now.

[attr="class","horns"]A loud snarl left the gazimon's lips taking very great offense to Walter's terrible advice. "Nuisance?!" He almost exclaimed "Who you calling a nuisance?!" He was about to pounce on the guy but the last remaining strings of his tolerance and better judgement managed to restrain him. Letting out a sigh, he threw his hands behind his head and rolled his eyes away "Well, excuse me princess," He gruffed, trying to regain his nonexistent composure "You data and vaccines just don't know how to live life because y'all hiding under your human's skirt." Nope, he really couldn't be any better. He was just being himself.

Claire did have a good point. It was truly confounding why people in a foreign land, teeming with dangerous creatures, would not carry an item for defense. While it was true that human weapons would be outpowered by digimon easily, it could bring much help and besides these clump of binaries weren't the only enemies in this world. "A lot of tamers seem to trust their digimon greatly, perhaps it's the bond that reassures them." Normal people were interdependent; they practiced symbiosis that they had forgotten about realism.

But, she wasn't really the one to speak. She, herself, didn't have any swords, pocket knives or anything that could save her. The only sharp things she was in possession of were her tongue and brain and so far, so good. They may even be the only weapons she'd be needing. "I suppose that people like them are admirable," She smiled weakly, playing with her fingers. They were indeed admirable but only fools do admirable deeds. However, she shouldn't be complaining about that. People like them existed for people like her; the circle of life was a vicious cycle.

"What are your views about this matter, Miss Claire?" Almost immediately, she turned to the taller woman with a bright smile of anticipation. This woman was not a fool, that was one thing Astoria had noticed. She enjoyed her opinions-- her company for that matter.

CLAIRE LYON

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[CLAIRE LYON]

Maybe I like this roller coaster

Maybe it keeps me high

Astoria Zenker

Upon seeing Nox's reaction, Walter couldn't help but feel smug, and perhaps it showed on his face just a little. While it had been 'genuine' advice, that went about exactly as expected. "Exercising that tongue of yours isn't going to make you any stronger, Mr. Nox," he uttered in a low tone- no need for the ladies to hear.

Claire ignored the two Digimon, instead concentrating on her conversation with the lovely young lady- it would be rude to interrupt, and surely those two could sort it out between them. "It's an idealistic way of thinking, to be sure, but perhaps... too much so," Claire answered, eyes moving to the skies for a few seconds, then to Astoria again, observing her currently somewhat timid body language as she spoke- a bit of a contrast, compared to the concealed boldness she'd shown earlier.

"Though since you asked, I'll be completely honest with you, my dear. Those people... are fools." Her smile widened, squinting just a small amount- this was both due to the bright sunlight and the inner pedestal she put herself on over the topic at hand. She was not without reason for such a frank statement, of course. "No doubt, you should be able to rely on your Digimon partner. But as a sole defense, that's the same thing as walking into a warzone with nothing more than a single bodyguard. Most unwise, no?"

"While I'd trust Walter with my life, there may come a time where he is unable to protect me, or it would be disadvantageous for us both to do so." At this, the Lopmon gave a short sigh- while certainly a possibility he dreaded nearly every day, it wasn't something he particularly liked to consider in his free time. "As I said, surely a regular human weapon would, in most cases, be unable to compete with a Digimons natural ability or armor... however, going without a defense of your own entirely is asking for trouble."

"Besides," she laughed, stepping down to solid ground and once again meeting green eyes, head tilting upward. "I'd hate to let Walter have all the fun. Spectating can only bring a limited amount of entertainment."

"But of course, my style isn't for everyone. It's a dangerous way to live, but most exciting." Currently, it was difficult to imagine gentle Astoria wielding a sword or any sort of weapon really, but if she was a smart girl, she'd heed Claire's advice- the world didn't always go easy on the fresh.

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"Claire speech."
"Walter speech."

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[Astoria Zenker]

OOPS, YOU SAW MY HORNS

they're really not halo, just horns Hidden behind an angelic facade; oh how silly, you fell for my lies. It's funny, the joke's on you. Can you hear my laughter? Can you hear my voice? You danced with the devil, now you must to pay the price. Nothing can save you now.

[attr="class","horns"]Red eyes followed the pink rabbit, glaring at him at his yet again unsolicited opinion. "You really pushing it buddy?" His voice remained rash but was significantly low like a husky growl. He was really doing his best to behave but one more word out of the lopmon, he'd bring him to the bottom of the plateaus. So what if Walter could digivolve? Nox was sure he could take him on.

There was pleasure somewhere whenever the gazimon's roughhousing faded and calmed down. Astoria had already tried different methods to teach the rabbit digimon manners but the lessons didn't seem to make through his thick skull. She figured later on that it was in his genes-- rather, data.

And then there was Claire. Her answers aligned well with what she had in mind that it almost made her think if they'd get along even without the act. Perhaps, perhaps not but definitely there would be no in-between. It would either be that they'd get along well or they wouldn't at all. Though, in her experience, it was always the negative one; she had met people like her in Earth and it never really worked. 99% of the time, the relationship ended with each of them trying to destroy one another.

However, as much as they shared similar thoughts they also had contrasting points. Trusting your life on someone you couldn't control was a grave mistake, in all aspects even. May the person in question be your digimon, family or closest friends; if they had their own mind, they could make their own options and options were scattered everywhere, each opening to an opportunity and being opportunistic would always be a living creature's second nature. It was a principle she tightly clung to.

"Oh, Miss Claire, I wish I had enough hearts to live the life you're living," She complimented, offering the woman a meek smile, as she once again conquered a steep edge "To fight along side Walter like a warrior than a princess," She continued, eyes meeting light blue orbs "It makes me a bit jealous." She let out a light chuckle while the the gazimon in front snorted at her words.

CLAIRE LYON

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[CLAIRE LYON]

Maybe I like this roller coaster

Maybe it keeps me high

Astoria Zenker

Walter gave Nox and offhand glance, looking over at him as if he were nothing but a bug on the ground and gave the other Digimon the tiniest smirk. The Lopmon deliberately slowed his steps at this point, tensing his muscular ears in preparation- if Nox wanted a fight, then the Gazimon could be the one to incite it. Walter had done nothing but give the rascal sound advice, in his eyes.

Their Digimon's tempers might be firing up, but Claire continued to deny them attention for their actions, giving the rabbits no more than a glance over- if they were going to throw themselves over the edge, that wasn't her concern. With those parachute-like wings of his, Walter would be fine- he could take care of himself. Her focus, while minding her surroundings, was primarily on Astoria. The blonde paused once again to wait for the younger woman with patience- aside from the heat, there was no real rush to get anywhere, and Claire was used to tolerating rough conditions.

The statement drew a soft laugh from the older woman, who hadn't continued to walk since Astoria dropped down. This put them, for the moment, at close quarters again while Claire spoke. "Be careful what you wish for, Miss Astoria," she purred, leaning her head down somewhat and slowing her speech just slightly. "Who knows? One day, you may find yourself in a situation where you don't have the luxury of a choice... princess." The final word was like honey on her tongue, punctuated with a provocative smile, parting her lips just barely- all very much conscious actions. So far the lovely dear had shown not a single flinch from her actions- something very unusual, in Claire's experience- so it was time to push her just a little bit further.

She'd been most fascinating, so far.

The sight made Walter grimace once again, attention turned from Nox. 'Games,' he reminded himself, 'just her silly little games.'

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"Claire speech."
"Walter speech."

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[Astoria Zenker]

OOPS, YOU SAW MY HORNS

they're really not halo, just horns Hidden behind an angelic facade; oh how silly, you fell for my lies. It's funny, the joke's on you. Can you hear my laughter? Can you hear my voice? You danced with the devil, now you must pay the price. Nothing can save you now.

[attr="class","horns"]The space between the ladies was once again closed with Claire's face perhaps only inches away from the black-haired. There was something else in the way the blonde spoke; smooth, suave and slow like a love song in a romantic night and the way she said that endearment was just so enticing. Astoria didn't have even the smallest intention to play the games of attractions with this woman. She normally wouldn't recommend people to do that either but it seemed like Miss Lyon was trying to do, if not prove, something.

The German's gaze pierced the other's calming cerulean eyes, longingly looking into them as if expensive displays in a well-known jewelry shop. "How beautiful," She muttered, awe traceable in her voice, eyes not even slightly shifting "Your eyes, Miss Claire, they reflect the color of the skies." She returned the other's smile with one of her own, though in guise of innocence and purity. Two can play that game.

Nox shook his head at the ladies... tsk tsk tsk, that was definitely a wrong move... well, unless Claire was looking for trouble. The gazimon shrugged and puckered his lips, softly whistling as he turning his face away. His lips formed a bigger 'oh' upon seeing Walter's sour expression. He didn't look like that a few second ago; might it be that Astoria and Claire's closeness agitated him? "Hey tubby," the purple digimon called quietly, cutting the space between them "Think your tamer's into mine." It wasn't a question but more of a factual statement. Nox was holding off a smirk-- he just wanted to see a good reaction from the other bunny.

CLAIRE LYON

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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

Astoria Zenker Ah, how splendid. And not a single move to step away either, even now. Just what kind of material was Miss Astoria made of? Though Claire prided herself on being able to see straight through most people, especially new tamers, Astoria's allure left her feeling ifascinated and, frankly, charmed. But of course, she was not one to lose her head entirely, tempting as it was to play that role. "Oh, Miss Astoria," she sighed, as if overcome, though her eyes danced with sharp focus and cunning. "Such flattering words. And yet, I'm the one who fears I may fall into yours... and never return." Walter sniffed noisily at Nox's statement without looking at him, short fur standing on end with irritation that had shifted to Claire and the girl. "She most certainly is not," he murmured in reply, though more to himself than the other Digimon. The rabbit Digimon's ear-hands clenched, his voice dropping further with his next words, tinted green with jealousy. "Not if I have anything to say about it." Whatever Claire was doing, she was going too far, as usual. "A-hem! Claire!" With a pause and slight frown, Claire turned her head toward Walter, eyebrows raised in slight surprise and annoyance at the interruption. "Unless you feel like fighting a small hoard of Flarizamon in this weather, I suggest you two pick up the pace. I can hear more on the way- sounds like those two from before brought company." Not entirely a lie. Those two were certainly coming back but were quite a ways away, Walter hearing them only because of his rabbit-like senses- perhaps Nox would be able to hear them too. Really, did he always have to spoil things? But instead of telling him off, the blonde turned and smiled at Astoria. "Sounds like a party, doesn't it?" An eyebrow raised to the sky, noting the blazing sun. "But perhaps not in this heat. It's unpleasantly warm enough as it is, no?" Truthfully, she felt like she was sticking to her clothes on the inside- the North was looking quite nice compared to the Overdell right now, though it certainly hadn't been the sun's sole fault for the temperature. She walked forward a few steps, head held high and on the lookout for the so-called hoard Walter mentioned- no such thing was in sight, at least not yet, but Claire supposed they really should get a move on. Ah, but it had been worth it, to have a little fun. EXIT "Claire speech." "Walter speech."

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