COCAINE BLUES [ BEES / CLOSED ]

[HARLEY MCDEVIA]

@ Katsuro Hachi

❝ Triton City. It was an unnecessarily long journey - with her partner picking a fight with that spirit wielder and all. What was that guy's deal? Were all spirit wielders this weird? It sure seemed like it. The city was more like a gigantic sea-side mall slash resort, being littered with shops and hotels, of course, all overpriced and overdecorated. Harley was supposed to meet somebody here - somebody she hasn't seen since entering this world. "Pretty nice, eh?" The Demidevimon spoke to his tamer, checking out a local vendor selling small meat-based cupcakes. He tried to steal one, but the Nanimon running the stand caught him and slapped the cake out of his talon. "I guess it's okay. Nice view." The pale tamer turned to the ocean, which was in view at all points of the city. It was as if it were centered around the water; as if the people worshiped it here. It was probably likely, honestly, with how backwards everything in this world was.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Katsuro Hachi]

BEHAVE YOURSELF

He'd been following her since she'd gotten in.

To his credit, he'd been doing it subtly. He'd been in Triton about two or three hours ahead of her -- the journey was considerably easier to make when you didn't have to hike the entire way and could fly across the continent with relative ease. Now, though, he was skitting from rooftop to rooftop, fluttering his wings aflame behind him like a twitch, or a tell, watching as she weaved her way along the seaside markets.

Katsuro could not tell you why he was doing this; Harley was a friend of his from camp, and pretty much -- other than Jerry, though he was a dick -- the only person that he knew, for certain, wouldn't jump him just for a chance to crack him open and drink up the sweet nectar of data. She'd fallen knee-deep into shit the same time as him, and their relationship was the closest thing he had to trust thus far. But it was not Katsuro taking these precautions, watching, waiting, paranoid on the rooftops; it was the Hive.

After a few more minutes of it, watching the Digimon he assumed was her partner try and steal a cake from a Nanimon, the Shadramon descended with relative grandeur, dropping himself at full momentum directly in front of her. The Hive's precautions had been taken; now he was trying his best to push back the symbiotic sense of paranoia surging through him.

"Afternoon."

ATTACKS USED: N/A
HIVEMIND STACKS: 1

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[HARLEY MCDEVIA]

@ Katsuro Hachi

❝ "Shit, cool, so you actually are some sort of moth?" Harley responded to the sudden greeting from her old 'friend,' if you could call somebody you talked to for a little bit before getting sucked into an alternate dimension that. "I haven't seen it up close before." She reached into her jacket pocket for a cigarette, but realized they had been depleted sometime ago - not to mention soaked. It didn't seem like Digimon smoked, so this was likely going to be a problem. "Have you met this little crap yet?" The heterochromic girl pointed to her Digimon, whom was currently attempting to get something for free by harassing the Nanimon, abandoning his previous tactic of outright stealing it. Either way, it still wasn't working, the vendor being stubborn as ever. "He's not too useful in this form, honestly." She sighed, as the round muscular humanoid began to throw meat-pastries at the nightmare soldier to ward him off.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Katsuro Hachi]

BUILT FOR SPEED

"Shit, cool, so you actually are some sort of moth?" She recognised him pretty much immediately. That was a good sign. He grinned as best he could through the snout, before shrinking with a residual flash of light, dropping a foot and returning to FlyBeemon in a matter of seconds. It was lighter, and his armour felt like someone hadn't thrown up bleach and blood all over it. "I haven't seen it up close before."

"I mean, it has its perks. Frying people out in the wasteland with little to no warning is always fun. Good exercise, too." Katsuro shrugged. "Obviously I make sure they've been doing something wrong, and all that, but man," The FlyBeemon twitched his now-translucent wings and scratched at the back of his visor. "Itching anything's kinda difficult. Awkward as hell to piss, too."

"Have you met this little crap yet?" Katsuro tilted his head slightly, watching the debacle that unfolded. Were those... pastries? There was some mention from the Nanimon, who was now flanked by two Vilemon on either side, that he was going to 'get his spaghetti ready', whatever that meant. "He's not too useful in this form, honestly." Katsuro nodded slowly. Bizarre.

"I can see that, funnily enough," The FlyBeemon mumbled. "Hey, Chuck, what are you doing? Leave these guys alone, they'd eat you up and shit you out by dinnertime. Probably twice." Especially the Vilemon. They looked like they'd been eating nothing but once-digested shit. "Yeah, nor am I in this. Lighter, though." The FlyBeemon continued to walk, doubling back once or twice to make sure the Nanimon hadn't hit Harley's partner, before introducing himself. "I'm Katsuro, though. Nice to meet you, batboy."

ATTACKS USED: N/A
HIVEMIND STACKS: 2

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[HARLEY MCDEVIA]

@ Katsuro Hachi

❝ "Hey, bug-guy, she calls me Pagu." The demon said with slight irritation in his rasp voice, being cut off by a flying bakery treat mid-sentence. "Because I used to be a Pagumon and she's not creative with names whatsoever." The Digimon said with slight venom in his voice, taunting his tamer, though he was met with a very swift response, "You didn't object to it. I asked." Harley brushed her hair out of her face - this ocean breeze was certainly a hassle in that regard. "This place is just full of criminals, huh?" The pale girl responded to his earlier question, moving to a rail by the street to lean on. It was only a few meters from the beach, and had quiet the view of the sunset - well - she thought it might. The digital world seemed to operate a little differently than the human world, so there was potential sunsets operated completely differently. "We've wasted a few ourselves. These cards or whatever, they really help with that. We even fought a guy like you." Harley thought about that for a second. No, they were nothing alike. One was a lot edgier, more tense, and he knew how to operate his spirit elemental with little effort. "Actually, he knew how to exit that form, too. I wish I would've asked him about it." She looked to her Digimon, whom was at this point done bothering the Nanimon, whom was now preoccupied by the two Vilemon. The bat successfully stole some sort of chicken tender based cupcake - something that didn't sound in the least bit appetizing, but whatever filled his stomach, she guessed. "I don't think he would've told me, though. He was too caught up in talking about 'the darkness' or something."

LAIKA OF GS!

[Katsuro Hachi]

LIKE A BLACK CASTRUM DELORES

"Hey, bug-guy, she calls me Pagu. Because I used to be a Pagumon and she's not creative with names whatsoever."

"Better than shitbird." Katsuro commented idly. Both were equally accurate.

"This place is just full of criminals, huh?" Katsuro strained, having noticed the DemiDevimon's... activities. The Hive was at his back once more, gnawing at him, tugging at his mind. A flash of pain lanced through him and he staggered and gasped for but a moment, before returning to his footing, acting as if nothing had happened, before nodding silently. "We've wasted a few ourselves. These cards or whatever, they really help with that. We even fought a guy like you. Actually, he knew how to exit that form, too. I wish I would've asked him about it."

"Huh." The Shadramon fluttered his wings idly. Thus far, he wasn't entirely sure whether or not he had encountered another one who became the Digimon, save for that useless child in the city, who seemed not to know the power bestowed upon him. The realisation that they were perhaps legion rather than minimal was... something new, definitely. "Yeah, uh..." Katsuro looked down at his hands. "Would definitely like to be able to piss in a straight line again." Perhaps he was being a mite too honest, though the bug-sprinkler method of urination was definitively antisocial, even at the best of times.

"I don't think he would've told me, though. He was too caught up in talking about 'the darkness' or something." Oh, he knew the type. "The darkness" this, "the darkness" that. Felt like he executed a couple of them every day--

It was at this precise moment that he noted the DemiDevimon stealing one of the -- though admittedly disgusting -- baked cupcakes. He snarled instinctively, lunging past Harley and towards him.

"CEASE AT ONCE--" The Shadramon stopped, his brain wracked once more with a flash. The Hive. Again. Intervening. Again. When it was an infraction so... minor, something that was at best playful. His knees faltered and begun to buckle, before he looked up once more at Pagu, who would, assumedly, be confused. He chuckled a little, anxiously. "Sorry, Pagu," He pushed back the open, snaring maw, and buzzing static in the back of his head as best he could. "Just a joke." Shit. Even if the Rookie wasn't as perceptive, Harley would surely notice something was wrong. It was washing over him in a wave; he felt his palmless hands becoming clammy, laden with sweat.

What was this Spirit doing to him?

ATTACKS USED: N/A
HIVEMIND STACKS: 3

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[HARLEY MCDEVIA]

@ Katsuro Hachi

❝ I didn't want to think about that. I'm not sure how bugs piss, and I wasn't really planning on thinking about that. Does it come out of their armpits or something? Their ears are like, in their fucking knees, in their knees, man, I, I can't let this effect me. Bugs are gross. Her face was covered with an expression of cringe, but thankfully her Digimon caused the attention to be taken away from herself. Katsuro attempted to intervene with Pagu stealing one of the pastries, well, for a second - but a second long enough to cause him to drop the freshly stolen cake in surprise. The bat twitched with anger, all that effort for nothing, "Why you little...don't you ever sneak up on me again!" The Flybeemon instantly apologized. As he would - the demon thought - anybody would apologize for doing him wrong, front and center. He was always right, "Yeah, that's right, whatever, apology accepted." He flocked to his tamer's side, deciding to give up on the Nanimon situation for the time being. He'd get his later, that's for certain. "Hey, I have to ask you a question." The heterochromic girl's tone turned serious as she hopped down from the metal rail, turning to lean on it and look at the ocean as she spoke, "Do you feel any different? I have no problem executing these creatures when I need to. Even though they have done wrong, or were evil, shouldn't I feel some sort of remorse?" It was true - the longer she spent in this world, the more she felt her sensitivity being drained.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Katsuro Hachi]

GOOD FOR THE NEEDY

"Yeah, that's right, whatever, apology accepted." That was good. seemed like he had gotten away with it -- gravel-studded cake and all. The bat surely did not care. It was only awry stealing confectionery and baked goods to cause minimal, irritating havoc.

"Hey, I have to ask you a question." Harley turned to him a few moments later. The Shadramon pivoted and continued to walk down the beach's mercantile plaza. It was not unlike the malls of Shinjuku, he observed. Considerably warmer, and the smell of sea salt upon the air, but otherwise... similar. "Do you feel any different? I have no problem executing these creatures when I need to. Even though they have done wrong, or were evil, shouldn't I feel some sort of remorse?"

"Different?" There were several answers to that question. The Hive had quite clearly done something to him: something that turned him into a remorseless, autocratic vigilante -- something he was only now starting to embrace. There were tweakings, unshufflings in the back of his mind -- Harley's mention of execution and her lack of remorse made the Hive launch itself upwards as he struggled to keep it suppressed, a beast aflame beneath chains and lock and key. Katsuro levelled himself out.

"I have been... deleting them, too," He observed, trying to word his sentences carefully and sparingly. "I feel a kind of newfound obligation to put a stop to them, the ferals, the disgusting, the scum who should not belong, all that live amongst themselves beyond the cities, unclean and impure." Katsuro felt a tirade rising. He was trying to stop himself. "I feel no remorse, also." That much was true. The Hive was very much edging him towards thinking first and asking questions later -- in reality, it didn't care about casualties. He had begin to doubt how much it cared about its touted morality, when it had him pressing every bystander for even the most minor of infractions. Katsuro scanned from left to right.

"I suppose it is just all data, though," The Shadramon gazed down upon his gauntlets, turning them slowly and admiring their structure and architecture. "No matter how real or powerful it looks, or feels. Just illusory." The Hive snarled in his mind at the prospect of the lack of its existence beyond this world.

ATTACKS USED:	NONE
HIVEMIND STACKS: 4	TAG: HARLEY MCDEVIA
HEALTH: 100%	ATTACK: 100%
DEFENSE: 140%	SPEED: 140%

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[HARLEY MCDEVIA]

@ Katsuro Hachi

❝ Just data. Katsuro was in a different situation than her, or at least she thought. He became a Digimon, somehow, while she was partnered with one that grew up - or was created - or whatever, in this world. Pagu seemed to have emotions and complex thoughts, he didn't behave like an NPC would, even in a realistic virtual reality simulator. Even just then, he expressed some sort of frustration, anger, and was able to so flawless act with the other "NPCs." But something did feel off, was it her connection to her partner? "You're data right now, you know." Harley mentioned to the spirit wielder in a dry tone. She wasn't sure if that was true or not, but it seemed like a pretty good educated guess. "You're absolutely right, bugbrain." The Demidevimon chimed in, and this time, his tamer would allow him. He likely had more knowledge on this subject, being a resident. "We're just pixels and data, and so are you while you're in here, for that matter." He flew on-top of his tamer's head, finding it to be a better surface to stand upon, much to her annoyance. At least her confirmed her earlier statement. "And for that matta' we're a lot more immortal than you two are." There were crumbs in his claws still. Meat...in hair. Her right eye twitched at the thought. "Our data gets recycled and reborn. Dunno about you humans, or hybrid freaks, though." The bat hadn't seen many spirit wielders in his day, as a matter of fact, they just recently seemed to start showing up after he met his tamer. "We're just as alive as you are. It's kind of weird to think of flesh and blood as an actual thing that lives from my viewpoint, ya know." He didn't really answer questions - if anything, he made more. Reborn? So were the Digimon she had killed going to hunt her down? Why wasn't she afraid?

LAIKA OF GS!

[Katsuro Hachi]

LIKE NIETZCHE, FREUD, AND HORUS

"You're data right now, you know." He was taken aback for a moment. No; there was something else within him, surely, even here? The soul, the core, the unmapped spirit -- but deep down he knew. All the Digital World did was map his biological makeup into data. Bits and bytes.

"You're absolutely right, bugbrain. We're just pixels and data, and so are you while you're in here, for that matter. And for that matta' we're a lot more immortal than you two are."

"Yeah, but at least I'm backed up out there, proof I exist, existed, whatever." Katsuro remarked, jerking a thumb towards the sky, as if the real world were some idle representation of heaven. The irony was not lost on him; but nor was the desire to go back and stretch his legs without being a godforsaken bug. "As for immortal?" The Shadramon feint-lunged towards the DemiDevimon mockingly, before holding his hands up and chuckling a little. It was far easier to just avoid the question altogether.

"We're just as alive as you are. It's kind of weird to think of flesh and blood as an actual thing that lives from my viewpoint, ya know." Was... was that true? What had the Hive been doing to him, and making him do? A few flashbacks cropped up in the back of his mind, images before his eyes. Charred fur; smoking grass; trees aflame with sap bursting at the edge of peeling chunks of ashen bark. He shook himself free. Not the time; not the place.

"Yeah, but I can get down to it, and you're just ones and zeroes at brass tacks, buddy." The Shadramon continued to walk, idly gazing at what pittance the street markets had to offer. "I've got a beating heart and warm red blood running through my veins. I'm a person, I'm a soul, I'm a human being." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll stop killing them when one proves it's made of something that can't fit on a goddamn floppy drive." It was a ridiculous notion, wasn't it, surely? They were all just programs; anomalies, snags in the system...

ATTACKS USED:	NONE
HIVEMIND STACKS: 4	TAG: HARLEY MCDEVIA
HEALTH: 100%	ATTACK: 100%
DEFENSE: 140%	SPEED: 140%

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