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Who: Rider (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kidemonas), Gabumon and anyone happening by.
What: Training nights. Choose your own adventure with sneaky sneak and the eager partner.
When: Nighttime.
Where: [1.] Roaming Park and [2.] Around the city
[1.]
[The night air was still, so the sounds of heavy panting echoed louder than they should have. This is bad, the thought bounced back and forth through his mind, as Rider most likely already found his location. She could find him even without sight, yet here he was unable to find her with that sense intact. She was waiting for him to slip.]
[Focus. Focus. The round ends when one of them lands an attack, and the score still read zero for him. This was the fourth try tonight, and though this is the longest he's lasted, his partner wasn't going to give him another shot.]
[Fixing his gaze north, Gabumon jumped out from cover and darted through the darkness.]
Petite- [He readied his attack the moment she came into view. That's it! This was the first attack he's been able to pull off. He was going to..get...her...] Fire!
[Gabumon closed his eyes the moment of release, the shot of blue flame soaring through the air. He did it...right?]
[When he opened his eyes, Rider was gone, the fire hitting the tree and nothing else.] Wai- [Rider was behind him, and before he could say or do anything else, the woman kicked the digimon onto the ground. It was over like that.]
That's enough. We're done for today. [With that, Rider was already prepared to leave with that. Gabumon, on the other hand-]
W-wait! We've barely started! I can do this!
[He couldn't see them, but Gabumon could feel her gaze fixed solely on him through that blindfold of hers. It was a cold feeling.] The objective was to land a single strike. You are exhausted. The longer we continue, the more exhausted you will become. That defeats the point of this training. Go home and rest. [And again, Rider had no intention of continuing. But Gabumon wasn't ready.]
But I almost had it that time! I just needed one hit, right? And I...almost... [He did almost have the point, Rider was allowing him to have it. But he closed his eyes. He couldn't watch the attack land. Not against her-]
You are worried about attacking me despite my instructions, thus you hesitate in the critical moment. [And she had already deduced that weakness of his. Each session was to improve his capabilities, stealth, tracking, ending a fight before it even begins. Yet he always slips on the last, and stomping her foot down on Gabumon's back, she was going to hammer that point home.] Do the same any place else, and you are begging to die. [Gabumon was eager to fight for Rider, and with her own powers stripped, she has no choice but to let him. With word of something wrong spreading throughout the city, it was evident Gabumon wasn't ready to do what may be necessary.] If you hold an advantage, use it. [Removing her foot, Rider turned from Gabumon again, hopefully for the last time.] I will not die that easily.
[2.]
[Another night, still dark because- well- that seems to be most of Rider's haunting hour. Her room at the apartment is only ever used for a few hours of sleep during the day. Human bodies were annoying hinderances, but Rider had observed their needs back in her time as a Servant. She wasn't entirely incapable of adapting.]
[Still didn't change how annoying it was.]
[Rider wasn't under any orders here. There were Masters, but neither commanded her. So what does she do with this freedom? She continues on, scouting, listening to information, and so on. If Sakura arrived, then Rider could better protect her Master. Yes, this was all she could do.]
[So for those who happen to pass by, you may feel the odd sensation of someone watching. Or-]
Master? [Find a lost Gabumon, looking for his partner.]
[[ooc: Go with whatever you want, just let me know which one in the heading.]]
kidemonas), Gabumon and anyone happening by.What: Training nights. Choose your own adventure with sneaky sneak and the eager partner.
When: Nighttime.
Where: [1.] Roaming Park and [2.] Around the city
[1.]
[The night air was still, so the sounds of heavy panting echoed louder than they should have. This is bad, the thought bounced back and forth through his mind, as Rider most likely already found his location. She could find him even without sight, yet here he was unable to find her with that sense intact. She was waiting for him to slip.]
[Focus. Focus. The round ends when one of them lands an attack, and the score still read zero for him. This was the fourth try tonight, and though this is the longest he's lasted, his partner wasn't going to give him another shot.]
[Fixing his gaze north, Gabumon jumped out from cover and darted through the darkness.]
Petite- [He readied his attack the moment she came into view. That's it! This was the first attack he's been able to pull off. He was going to..get...her...] Fire!
[Gabumon closed his eyes the moment of release, the shot of blue flame soaring through the air. He did it...right?]
[When he opened his eyes, Rider was gone, the fire hitting the tree and nothing else.] Wai- [Rider was behind him, and before he could say or do anything else, the woman kicked the digimon onto the ground. It was over like that.]
That's enough. We're done for today. [With that, Rider was already prepared to leave with that. Gabumon, on the other hand-]
W-wait! We've barely started! I can do this!
[He couldn't see them, but Gabumon could feel her gaze fixed solely on him through that blindfold of hers. It was a cold feeling.] The objective was to land a single strike. You are exhausted. The longer we continue, the more exhausted you will become. That defeats the point of this training. Go home and rest. [And again, Rider had no intention of continuing. But Gabumon wasn't ready.]
But I almost had it that time! I just needed one hit, right? And I...almost... [He did almost have the point, Rider was allowing him to have it. But he closed his eyes. He couldn't watch the attack land. Not against her-]
You are worried about attacking me despite my instructions, thus you hesitate in the critical moment. [And she had already deduced that weakness of his. Each session was to improve his capabilities, stealth, tracking, ending a fight before it even begins. Yet he always slips on the last, and stomping her foot down on Gabumon's back, she was going to hammer that point home.] Do the same any place else, and you are begging to die. [Gabumon was eager to fight for Rider, and with her own powers stripped, she has no choice but to let him. With word of something wrong spreading throughout the city, it was evident Gabumon wasn't ready to do what may be necessary.] If you hold an advantage, use it. [Removing her foot, Rider turned from Gabumon again, hopefully for the last time.] I will not die that easily.
[2.]
[Another night, still dark because- well- that seems to be most of Rider's haunting hour. Her room at the apartment is only ever used for a few hours of sleep during the day. Human bodies were annoying hinderances, but Rider had observed their needs back in her time as a Servant. She wasn't entirely incapable of adapting.]
[Still didn't change how annoying it was.]
[Rider wasn't under any orders here. There were Masters, but neither commanded her. So what does she do with this freedom? She continues on, scouting, listening to information, and so on. If Sakura arrived, then Rider could better protect her Master. Yes, this was all she could do.]
[So for those who happen to pass by, you may feel the odd sensation of someone watching. Or-]
Master? [Find a lost Gabumon, looking for his partner.]
[[ooc: Go with whatever you want, just let me know which one in the heading.]]
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Rider wasn't watching the performance so much, but she gathered most of what she needed to from sound: the voice and sounds of footsteps. A girl, teenager, acrobatic, carrying extra weight. She had skill as far as humans went, but for Rider, traversing rooftops was hardly a feat.
A wonder, what was she doing up here? Perhaps with waiting, Rider would have an answer.
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Lighting on a taller building with a gorgeous view of Tokyo Tower Jinx paused and let the blood singing through her veins refresh her. The mood had shifted now and she was feeling alive. Frisky and playful she did a few stretches letting her leg twist up behind her neck so she was balanced precariously on one foot high above the pavement.
All it would take would be an errant breeze to knock her off. And the thrill sent shivers through her.
She let her eyes wander the landscape around her, gliding over shadow and stone. Something rotten was festering within the city and after so much time on her own she could hardly ignore an opportunity to be active and social.
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Further observation did reveal something else about the target. The girl was a thrill seeker, someone unusual compared to the normal human. Unusual yes, though that could apply to many things in this city. Would the girl prove to be interesting was yet to be determined.
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She was moving towards the housing complex where most everyone without a crest lived. Slowing, and then stopping, her eyes drawn by a particular store.
As the city had rebuilt itself, Digimon were opening new businesses every day. This particular one had only been open a month but Jinx had been admiring it before the Data Stream stole her away.
A jewelry store, simple design. A nice selection of sparkling items. And according to the Datamon who ran it? A state of the art security system.
Oh how it tempted her! But what use did she have for gems and stones right now? She would look pretty yes but she'd have to hide them. There was little black market in the city and she was pretty easy to spot.
Still she could admire them. She leap from one lamp post to the next crossing the street and look down into the display window from above.
Light as a feather she lit on the roof of the building, casually strolling about it taking in all the details. The heating duct, the power box. An old fashioned antenna for who knows what...
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Was that what the girl was planning? Whether she went through with it or not, Rider had no intentions of interfering either way.
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Down behind the building now, kicking off the walls of the alley she landed with barely a sound in front of the back door. A simple lock. All she needed was her lockpicks...
Something was off. She could feel it now. Something more familiar then what she was feeling earlier. Like when she was waiting in the interrogation room at juvie. It made the back of her neck prickle and her stomach knot up.
Trying to act natural she studied the door more then she needed, keeping her senses open.
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Do you feel someone judging you Jinx? GOOD.Though the girl made the dismount, Rider kept to higher ground, watching from above. It made remaining undetected much easier, plus the vantage point. Rider remained an observer, though the girl couldn't remain oblivious forever. Curious what Rider's actions should be if that time ever came.
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And waited.
The feeling didn't leave.
Logically there were only a few places she could be watched in this position. Either end of the alley. A few darkened windows from the back of another building. Or the roof she came from.
Rising up to her feet she turned gracefully and let her eyes chart out a path before she set off. Onto the dumpster first, spring off the lid to kick off the wall onto a window ledge. Then up onto a fire escape platform before one last strong jump to catch the edge of the building and haul herself up.
Finally a quick spin to try and spot the eyes that she felt burrowing into her from somewhere.
Where were they? Who were they?
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However, she was wrong about eyes watching. Those who observe don't always rely on sight.
Those who roamed at night needed a certain keen awareness, and Rider was now left with the choice whether to reward the girl for noticing or not. Rider had already lost after all, as her location had been discovered. Given her age, it would have been kinder to let the girl have this.
But then, exactly how far was this girl willing to go?
In the time the girl spent to get to the roof, Rider had already gotten a head start, crossing across rooftops. Though she muffled her leaps as much as she could, no one is completely silent in a chase.
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she was off like a bolt from an arrow racing after Rider with the grace and speed she had demonstrated before. She had to push harder and faster though if she wanted to close the space between them before she had a chance to hide.
Who were they? She'd never seen someone who looked like this around town. Were they knew?