It's Film Noir see~

[badluckbabe]

Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening



The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.

Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.

The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.

It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.

 

Comments

[badluckbabe]

"Trouble, is my business."

Long elegant fingers seemed to magic a match from no where and she lit it, using the flame to light a candle in the middle of the table and setting the shadows around them dancing.

"I am after all, a woman of connections. I know people. I understand people. And I can make things happen. The question remains...what is it you want or need to happen?"

[for_granite]

The fire's what catches Terra's attention. Then, the words. Her eyes narrow, and she finally looks at Jinx.

"You know people, huh? Any...detectives?"

[badluckbabe]

The girl chuckled and gently scooped up her drink but did not hold it yet.

"Of course~ Throw a rock and hit a detective in this town. The trick is finding a good one. What are you hoping they can find for you?"

Because hovering just on the peripheral was a Tsukaimon in a fedora looking eager to interject.

[for_granite]

Finally, she drops the pretenses. Terra looks straight at Jinx with an even face.

"My memories. Or some kinda clue to 'em."

[badluckbabe]

The woman's eyes lit up and her lips curled into a fascinated smile.

"Now that IS interesting. You don't remember anything? Do you have any clues?"

Already her mind was racing with options from detectives to the Doc who had for the moment, claimed the stage as her own personal platform of entertainment. This was a juicy story and Jinx was dying to know how it plays out.

[for_granite]

"Nice to see you're so interested." The venom in Terra's voice might just roll through the air like smoke. "I know my name, but that's 'cause of the little guy."

Gotsumon, who's out trying to find a waiter. Looks like he's not much of a presence, poor guy.

[badluckbabe]

"Well of course the next question is, who do you want to be?"

From under the table the woman drew out a deck of cards and was shuffling them idly in her hands.

"Surely you've wondered about what you may find. Perhaps it isn't a pleasant person."

[for_granite]

In response Terra reaches forward and places a finger on the deck, on whatever card it lands on.

"Maybe. But I can't stand not knowing."

[badluckbabe]

She took the card and with a flick of her wrist and threw it down face up.

"The Four of Cups, an interesting card given your situation. See how deeply in thought he is? He ignores all the pleasures of the world represented by these cups here. And he is unaware of the pleasures from above being offered from the heavens. Neither spiritual nor material gains will be had till he figures out the mysteries of who he is."

She settled her eyes on Terra's, "I think you can see the parallels here. Traditionally it means more about exploring yourself, what you stand for, what you desire most. But in this case your identity may be even more tied into it...obviously."

[for_granite]

Terra snorts. "Glad to see the universe agrees with me. So are you going to point me in the direction of someone who can help me figure this out, or not?"

[badluckbabe]

"So pushy." The girl sighed and drew another card studying it carefully. It read "The fool"

Shuffling the cards back into her deck she nodded toward the bar. A pointy eared boy in casual clothes was chatting up a viscous looking Impmon with a brutal looking bruiser lurking behind him. The pointy eared boy seemed to be the only one laughing.

"Chuckles there will be the key...at least that's what the cards say."

[for_granite]

Terra slowly raises her eyebrows. Something about him is...

No, she's really getting nothing.

"Him? Sure you're reading them right?" She squints at the pointy-eared boy. "He doesn't look like a detective..."

[badluckbabe]

She smirked mysteriously.

"I trust in the cards. But if he doesn't work out..."

A piece of paper with some names listed on it.

"You can ask any of these gumshoes to help you out. What have you got to lose after all?"

[for_granite]

Terra's mouth folds into a frown.

"Nothing." That was the problem.

As she takes the paper, Gotsumon runs over with a waiter. "Terra! I got it, I got someone!"

"Later, Gots. We've got other things to attend to." He sighs sadly and sends the waiter away while Terra stands. "Thanks, uh... ...I didn't catch your name."

[badluckbabe]

A curled lip smile and a flash of her eyes. "Jinx. If this works out come back and let me know huh?"

[for_granite]

Though she doesn't say anything, Terra nods lightly...and then walks over to the pointy-eared boy, waiting for him to have a moment away from the intimidating looking bouncer and Impmon.

[changelingdude]

The boy was grinning brightly and waved as he turned away from the scary looking duo hopping off his seat and sauntering away with a swagger of confidence. Apparently whatever business he had had with the men had gone well.

He was dressed plain enough, cheap slacks and a shirt, suspenders and a little bow tie. He tugged on his cap proudly.

[for_granite]

This is the guy who's supposed to help her get her memories back? Really? It's not like Terra doubts the cards, but...

Oh, what's she kidding? She doubts them. A lot. That Jinx girl's probably set her up, but well... It's true, what's she got to lose?

She clears her throat and for some reason she doesn't feel as confident as she should be, if she has nothing to lose. "Hey. You."

[changelingdude]

His ears perked up and he looked to her, then looked around himself confused and then finally pointed at himself and mouthed "Me?" To clarify if he was not just imagining things.

Because suddenly a hot blond girl just wanting your attention out of no where? Hello fantasy world. Maybe when he'd turned his back that leatherhead guy had clonked him on the head.

[for_granite]

Oh no, it's endearing. Terra, however, will not focus on that, and instead focus on how this guy's her only hope instead. ...Not a good focus.

"You. What do you...know about memory?"

That's the worst possible way she could've opened this, Terra is going to die memory-less and alone.

[changelingdude]

"I uh...what?" He blinks startled but tries to roll with the punches as is his fashion.

"Well I know it's alot easier for me to remember the plot for each and every episode of Space Trek but for some reason impossible for me to remember math." He offers a sheepish grin.

[for_granite]

Very slowly, Terra looks him over. It looks like Gotsumon is fighting against saying something -- probably which would make thing worse! -- next to her.

"This..." She sighs. "Someone's probably just trying to pull one over on me, never mind. Have a nice life."

She offers him a halfhearted smile and starts to turn away.

[changelingdude]

"Hey wait!"

He doesn't know why he can't let her leave he just can't. Something in his mind says "Not again" And while he doesn't understand he's willing to go with the flow. Gently he puts a hand on her shoulder.

"You wanna maybe...get a pizza? My treat? Whatever's on your mind a warm gooey pizza would probably help."

[for_granite]

A hand on her shoulder, it's...weird, but somehow that hand feels...familiar?

Maybe that's what makes her nod, slow and surprised. "That'd...be nice. Not here, right? This place smells like smoke."

Wonder why.

[changelingdude]

A bright grin and his pointy ears wiggle.

"Sweet! Yeah no, I know this great place! Lets go!"

He took his hand off her shoulder and offered his arm to hold, a faint echo of a gentlemen from this goofy boy.