A rainy day in London (private, social)

[Liz]

Elizabeth Jones It's OK, he's adopted.  TAG Jeremiah Regis WORDS count here Health 100% Tokomon WG, VB Data Lesser Brave Bite  Varies : 1p Cool Down N.A  1 turn : No Cool Down N.A 1 turns: No Cool down Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive I mustn't run away! - Huckleberry, despite his size (or perhaps because of it) is immune to fear effects. Sure he's scared, but he just won't let fear get in the way of what needs to be done. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪ 60% Experience until Armor Ult 121/200 Posts

One should never limit herself. It was a simple saying, but the definition of "limits" was somewhat subjective. What could one call a limitation? For Elizabeth, she striped to let "nothing" be her limitation. In college she supplemented her scholarships with her money, money she received of course, through modeling. Perhaps she'd wanted her brother to see her work, and open his mind to viewing her in a... Different way. Or perhaps her vanity simply got the better of her. Whatever the case, the young lady was now a model, among other things.  Digimon Tamer, loving big sister, stock broker, model, loving big sister, Havard graduate, D.A.T.S member, loving big sister... The list would only keep growing the more she worked. She hoped to add "wife" and "mother" to that list in a few short years, however she'd have to first find a way to redefine her current relationship. Tobias was of course adopted, but Elizabeth was intuitive enough to understand he didn't "see" her as a woman. He saw her as an older sister, the pure, innocent little angel that he was. It wasn't his fault. She shouldn't have babies him so much. He was growing into such a fine young man now and he'd soon have all manner of slut, skank, hussy, and tramp trying to steal him away. She'd have to redouble her efforts. The brunette let her mind wander on this while stopped at a red light. Botamon was hidden on the floor of the sidecar on the motorbike she'd rented to get around the fine capital of England. London. She had come here for a three day photo shoot, a local agency had contacted her send wished for her to be their Miss October, as well as provide their site with a few more shots, just in case people wanted more, and to be quite frank, who wouldn't? Naturally Liz agreed, and here she was. Already a day into shooting. London of course lived up to its media portrayal, mostly. It seemed to perpetually caught under a rain cloud. It left the city wet and grey most days, wet and foggy all the others. And that was of course when it wasn't actually raining. Because when it did rain, it was like a faucet had opened up in sky. She'd never seen a "light drizzle" in her admittedly brief time here, just torrential downpours. Which was exactly why botamon was hiding in the side car. The lip of it came out just enough that he could safely snuggle himself in the small space where one's feet would go and keep himself dry. The loud gongs of the infamous Big Ben began to sound, once, twice, thrice... All the way to up to the magic number twelve, signaling the beginning of lunch time. Botamon stared up at his Tamer and effectively the only family he's ever known, knowing instinctively what time it was. Elizabeth in turn gave the digital creature a knowing smile and took a right, coming to park in the lot of a small cafe. Retrieving her umbrella from the side car she gave the furry black Digimon a gingerly pat on his head. "Stay here, Huck. I'll be back shortly."  And with that, the brunette made her way into the shop, a little bell dingling to announce her arrival. She took off her helmet and gave her hair a soft whip to coax it back into its voluminous state. Tucking the thing under her arm, she waited in line to place her order.

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[Jeremiah Regis]

JEREMiah regis i shall guide you lesser beings  TAG Liz WORDS count here Zerimon N/A N/A Slime Bounce Blast  Move 2  Move 3 Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive Gel Body - Zerimon has a very squishy body, reducing impact damage by a small amount. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪

"Certainly Sir. I shall make sure it happens as soon as possible. If there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to contact me." A small salute, and Jeremiah turned around. Opening the door, he walked out of an impressive building, looking around the city that he called home. A plethora of grey colors, pigeons flying around, and terribly overcast. No rain just yet, but Jeremiah was sure there would be plenty eventually. It had been quite a while since he was back home. After the dry, arid heat of the desert he had spent most of his time in, the cold, dark, and wet weather of London was actually quite, well, refreshing. When this thought first came to him, he was slightly shocked. After all, who really enjoyed the weather in London. No one. It was terrible. But, that was all perspective, Jeremiah guessed. After all, if you spent your entire life in rain, no wonder you would come to hate it. But spend a week in a desert, and the rain seemed like a gift from God. However, it was not a pleasure trip he was here for. After recent events in the Digital World, D.A.T.S had asked for a report, and as the London based branch was the closest to Jeremiah, it was where he had ended up reporting to. All in all, it had been quite a harrowing day, and he felt that it was time to give himself a bit of time to relax. He waved down a taxi, and directed them to his favorite cafe. A small building, very out of the way. It was not very well known, but it had the highest quality of food and beverages that Jeremiah had ever found. He entered the cafe, closing his eyes and breathing in, the smell of the pastries and coffee beans enticing him, his body relaxing as the cozy atmosphere worked it's magic. He ordered a long black, preferring the bitter, unsweetened taste, and more heady aroma to the diluted, milky flavors of the milk variants, and sat down. The coffee was quickly delivered, the cost put onto his tab, and he was content to just sit there and sip his drink, a small moment of peaceful bliss in his otherwise hectic day. He took his digivice out, a small portal appearing under the table as an amorphous green blob hopped out, bouncing up to sit on his lap. He had positioned himself at a table in the corner, with his back to the rest of the patrons, so no one would be able to see Kong appear. As the clock struck 12, the door opened, a the small bell above the door ringing gently as someone came in. He glanced up, a slight look of surprise crossing his face as the lady walked in. He recognized her. Odd. She wasn't one of the regulars here, and she wasn't any of the socialites he had met. He was left wondering as she went to line up, but clicked when she let her hair down. He waved a waitress over, and told her to go and ask Elizabeth what she would like, and to put whatever she ordered onto his tab. He would then go back to reading the newspaper down, sliding the chair opposite him slightly outwards from the table, into a more inviting position.

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[Liz]

Elizabeth Jones It's OK, he's adopted.  TAG @name WORDS count here Health 100% Tokomon WG, VB Data Lesser Brave Bite  Varies : 1p Cool Down N.A  1 turn : No Cool Down N.A 1 turns: No Cool down Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive I mustn't run away! - Huckleberry, despite his size (or perhaps because of it) is immune to fear effects. Sure he's scared, but he just won't let fear get in the way of what needs to be done. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪ 60% Experience until Armor Ult 121/200 Posts

As Elizabeth waited the thought occurred to her that she hadn't asked her Digimon what he'd wanted. In truth it hardly mattered, it either had no taste or simply loved to eat because whatever he'd been fed, he ate. Cat food to caviar. Either way, she should at least get enough for the ride back to her hotel. Perhaps Tobias would like something too? Before she could sort out what she should get and for whom, the digivice on her hip began to beep and vibrate. Thankfully it was a fairly inconspicuous looking device and the girl was easily able to play it off, however her eyes darted around the room as she swiftly snagged her device from his place on her hip and she scanned over its readings. A Digimon had suddenly appeared nearby, and a digital signal to accompany it. But before she could get a fix on the signal, it vanished. The Digimon reading was still active. Apparently it was within spitting distance! Barely 4 meters between her and the target. She looked around the room still unable to find any sign of the digital monster from here. It was either invisible... Or small. "Excuse me," Elizabeth would say, gently stopping a passing waitress, she'd intended to ask where their restrooms were, in an attempt to give her a bit more mobility, however the kindly young woman just perked up and pointed to a table in the back. "Uhmm, do you know that guy? He said he'd  cover your order..." well, that was either highly suspicious, or very convenient. Perhaps both. Whatever the case her digivice was directing her toward him. The invitation wasn't lost on the girl and she just smiled to the waitress at her question. "I don't. Maybe I should though? Check on us in a bit, could you?" she said fairly and the waitress gave an agreeable nod. The brunette easily made her way towards the young blonde man sat at his table, wrapping her fingers slowly around the head of the chair. "What a gentleman, buying a stranger lunch... I'm Elizabeth, I don't believe we've had the pleasure?" she'd say diplomatically, keeping her cool despite seeing the hint of something green resting in his lap.

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[Jeremiah Regis]

JEREMiah regis i shall guide you lesser beings  TAG Liz WORDS count here Zerimon N/A N/A Slime Bounce Blast  Move 2  Move 3 Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive Gel Body - Zerimon has a very squishy body, reducing impact damage by a small amount. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪

In the quiet room, the beeping noise had caught his ear. At the time, he hadn't realized what it was, but he certainly recognized it now. Of course, it must have been the sound of a digivice going off. Which means, as he thought, that this lady was a Digidestined, adding further validity to his recollection of her being part of D.A.T.S. Quite a small world. A smirk crossed his face as he heard the footsteps heading towards his table. He folded his newspaper, looking up at the brunette, and laced his fingers in front of him. Obviously, she did not recognise him, but it was more understandable. The only reason he knew of her was due to him being part of the D.A.T.S recruitment process. As one of the higher members of the organization, he was privy to information normally held back from other members, such as the identities of all their agents. Along with pictures and small tidbits of information, he was also allowed to give opinion on whether or not they be allowed to join D.A.T.S, and due to that, he often found himself reading over the dossiers of any potential recruits. And he was fairly sure he remembered her. He was playing the game at a slight advantage, and decided not to lose it just yet. What's the point of having knowledge if you didn't want to use it after all. A soft smile played across his lips. "Well, what kind of man would I be if I didn't offer at least that to a lady as beautiful as you." His fingers would unlace themselves, one hand laying across the table in front of him, the other gesturing towards the chair. "Please, join me. It is not often I find someone with the air of dignity around them that you have. It is... refreshing, to say the least." His voice was kept soft, the normally hard edge that tainted all of his words hidden for now, an inviting and playful smile seeming to belie the serious nature that he normally showed. After he gestured to her, his hand moved down, and he placed it on top of the Zerimon. As he did so, he leaned back slightly, just enough to make the bright green hue of the digimon stand out more. His eyes, however, were locked onto hers, seeing if she would look down, and if so, whether or not she would react to the flagrant display of a digimon in the real world.

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[Liz]

Elizabeth Jones It's OK, he's adopted.  TAG Jeremiah Regis WORDS count here Health 100% Tokomon WG, VB Data Lesser Brave Bite  Varies : 1p Cool Down N.A  1 turn : No Cool Down N.A 1 turns: No Cool down Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive I mustn't run away! - Sawyer, despite his size (or perhaps because of it) is immune to fear effects. Sure he's scared, but he just won't let fear get in the way of what needs to be done. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪ 60% Experience until Armor Ult 121/200 Posts

"An average one? A strange one? Perhaps an extraordinary one? What kind of man indeed..." She'd say with a curious and playful purr. Doting on the back rest of the seat gave her an alright view of the young man, and once he'd put down his paper she'd be able to see a rather adorable green blob happily resting in his lap. She'd raise an inquisitive eyebrow at the young blonde and raise her digivice up, keeping it level with her waist, scanning the creature. One of the perks to the digivice she'd been issued was it's ability to scan Digimon to gain some relevant information. According to this the Digimon she was looking at was called a zerimon. It was a fresh level, not unlike Sawyer, who unbeknownst to her had gotten quite tired of waiting and had begun to hop it's way around. Looking for its lost tamer. The largely silent black fur ball could only assume she was lost, as she'd said she would be right back. It was moist out. Drippy and wet. But not raining as of yet. It began by hopping toward the door. Realizing it was far too small to open such a thing, but clearly able to see Elizabeth from its position the furry blob shivered with glee. Moving toward a window, the creature would bop against the glass gently in an attempt to get her attention. From her position, she couldn't see the critter from where she was standing, but Jeremiah certainly could. "You don't happen to have one of these too, would you? That would make my job much easier." the brunette would ask politely but sternly. Unlike her other two budding occupations, her work for D.A.T.S was something she took fairly seriously. Digimon, if left unchecked, can be a very real threat. She didn't need to have experience with them to understand that giant monsters were a giant liability. If she'd she got a Digimon, then in all likelihood Tobi could get one too. If he did, she wanted to be prepared with the skills and connections necessary to deal with it. If this stranger did have a digivice, namely the model she carried, than she could at least relax a little. Secure in the knowledge that they were allies. If he had a digivice at all, then maybe he'd listen to reason. Registration wasn't exactly a difficult process. However, if he didn't, than this was a wild Digimon and that was a whole different can of worms. Her tazer ought to work on it, but she didn't have the means to transport such a thing around London. She also wasn't entirely sure if D.A.T.S had facilities anywhere within the country. She'd hope so, they clearly did in America.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[Jeremiah Regis]

JEREMiah regis i shall guide you lesser beings  TAG Liz WORDS count here Zerimon N/A N/A Slime Bounce Blast  Move 2  Move 3 Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive Gel Body - Zerimon has a very squishy body, reducing impact damage by a small amount. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪

He chuckled slightly at her reply, his smile reaching his eyes for the first time. "I'm sure I can fit all three at one time or another." His eyes left hers, shifting down to look at the digivice. A standard red iC digivice. He watched her eyes read over the information on the screen, assuming that she was scanning his digimon. A useful item, akin to a police badge, but with far more uses. A hint of movement outside drew his attention however, and he turned his head slightly, watching the little black blob bounce against the window of the car. It seemed agitated, or excited. It was hard to tell when the only motion it had to express itself was bouncing. At least Kong had a tail when it was Fresh. He drew his attention away from what he assumed was her digimon, and focused back on Elizabeth. Oh my, this was interesting. Was this getting to an interrogation? How fun. Jeremiah hadn't been questioned like this since he first joined D.A.T.S, so this was quite a novelty for him. "Actually, I've never seen one of those in my life. What exactly is it?" He feigned ignorance of the digivice, even though he had one tucked in his pocket at this exact time, and simply cocked his head to the side, a confused look on his face. "Does it have something to do with this little green blob that has been following me around?" This was turning out to be much more interesting than he had initially hoped. He had just wanted to chat to one of his fellow D.A.T.S members, and get to know some of his allies a little bit better, but this was certainly a surprising turn of events. He decided he would keep on playing for a bit, but kept himself slightly on guard, in case the whole situation turned slightly out of hand. He was sure he could handle himself if it did though, because at the end of the day, they didn't just give out promotions of his level for no reason at all. Though he must admit, he was quite impressed by how quickly she reacted, and how serious her attitude became upon seeing a possibly unregistered digimon. It was good to see that she was dedicated to her job in such a way.

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[Liz]

Elizabeth Jones It's OK, he's adopted.  TAG Jeremiah Regis WORDS count here Health 100% Tokomon WG, VB Data Lesser Brave Bite  Varies : 1p Cool Down N.A  1 turn : No Cool Down N.A 1 turns: No Cool down Move 4 Move 5 Move 6 Move 7 Passive I mustn't run away! - Sawyer, despite his size (or perhaps because of it) is immune to fear effects. Sure he's scared, but he just won't let fear get in the way of what needs to be done. Battle Synopsis ▪ ▪ ▪ 60% Experience until Armor Ult 121/200 Posts

"Well then, at the very least you're an interesting man." the economist would say with an even, but pleasant grin. Slowly easing into the chair that had clearly been set for her. A quick glance around the shop and she was perfectly nestled in the seat, though she'd much have preferred a booth. Chairs had a way of correctimg her posture, that obviously didn't need the correction. She didn't mind sitting upright but it wasn't comfortable, and she felt it made her seem more stern than she'd ever intended. Still, the boy offered her his answer to the question, and asked one in kind. Of course, having her particular model of digitivice would have made them comrades. From what she'd been told, these were a unique digitivice specially fabricated for the members of D.A.T.S, but with that in mind, she'd also been told most humans with Digimon partners had a digivice of some kind. Her own device came with detailed information regarding the legal variants of these devices. A handy reference page to say the least. "In a word, yes, thought I suppose it's a little more complicated than that... You don't have any sort of strange little electronic device that accompanied the arrival of that creature?" she'd ask gingerly, but his answer was important. He was either a tamer, or that wild Digimon had just decided to follow him around. Whatever the case, he needed to be informed of the situation he was in. " Well, let's begin with a quick primer... My name is Elizabeth Jones. I'm an agent with an organization called D.A.T.S," the brunette would hold up her digivice which displayed the logo of the organization on its screen. "We're a group that was set up to deal with incursions between our world, and another world that exists in a sort of cyberspace. A digital world. This world is inhabited by creatures we call Digimon, which is precisely what you have sitting in your lap..." she'd say like an experienced tutor, all those years of helping her brother with his lessons finally paying off. "The reason why I ask if you have some sort of foreign device you'd never seen before is because that would mark you, and that Digimon there, as destined partners. Digidestined, so called. It requires a different sort of protocol. If you don't have one, that's fine, that just means it's taken a liking to you. That isn't in itself dangerous, but they don't always remain  small and cute forever, and even in this format, they can be fairly dangerous to us... With that said, I am required to register the Digimon, which is a harmless process. If it isn't yours however, we'll have to send it back where it came from. For everyone's safety..." the beautiful brunette would say sincerely. She had omitted the part about wiping the creature's memories of the human world. Even though she could understand why it must be done, she could forsee complications if they went around telling everyone who they met "Hey we have mind wiping technology!". Likely wouldn't go over too well. "I'm sorry to have dumped all of this on you so suddenly!" Elizabeth would say with a sudden gasp of realization. "If you have any questions, by all means, I'll do my best to answer them." she'd finish with a smile, sliding her digivice back to its place on her hip. In truth, this was her first time dealing with something as a member of D.A.T.S, so far she'd hoped she got her point across.  Meanwhile, Sawyer would realize soon that his tamer likely couldn't see him from where she was. He hadn't chosen the correct store window, clearly. So it resolved to find another way in. Hopping toward the back of the establishment proved fruitful, as a door there opened for an employee stepping out for a smoke, allowing the adorable fur ball entrance to the kitchen.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW