thefolder | Darling you've got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?

Who: Jinx and you
What: Preparing for the journey ahead. (Three prompts open)
Where: Hospitown
When: Before Sakuyamon leaves.

There was plenty of free space around Hospitown, which made things a little less fun but Jinx would make do with what she had.

The journey from Terminal to Hospitown had been dull, and Jinx had no one to blame but herself on that. She knew it, but ultimately she'd just felt listless and uneasy.

What am I even doing here?

She wasn't a hero, she was barely a villain. Sure she had accomplished some things since arriving but on the whole she was just another face in the crowd around here.

So there was this new group forming, would it pay for her to be on the ground level?

Could she leave if she didn't like it?

"What do you guys think?"

Noir and Charm glanced up from their breakfast of muffins and juice.

"About the group Sakuyamon is putting together."

The Digimon exchanged thoughtful glances, they did this alot and Jinx was starting to get irritated by it.

"Well the way I see it she's a real goody goody on the outside, but she probably can't be trusted." Charm reasoned casually throwing a muffin into her maw. She chomped down on it happily.

"You think so?" Noir tilted his head and flapped his wings once. "She seems on the level to me. But maybe not a good fit for us. I mean do you really take orders from others that easily?"

Jinx sipped her juice considering the options.

"Well let's poke around a little, see what we can dig up. Beats hanging around here."

Threaded | Flat

Jinx could proudly say that under no circumstances had she let her body grow weak since arriving in this world.

A jog around town, on the ground or on the rooftops. Yoga with Hollyleaf, and the occasional extra circular activities which mostly involved starting fights with random Digimon. It was reckless perhaps but it kept her fit.

Today she had her Digimon planted firmly on either side of her, Charm grinning her wicked Keramon grin while Noir had been evolved into Soulmon and was tugging on his hat in an attempt to look cool. They had only done this a number of times before but it was becoming more comfortable with each attempt.

"Ready?" Noir called but before Jinx could confirm Charm struck out.

"READYSETGO!" The noodly Digimon began spinning wildly, arms out to her sides as she twirled with boggling speed for Jinx.

The slender chosen danced back and away from the flailing Digimon only to hear Noir's attack being prepared with a crackling hiss.

"Necro Magic!" He snarled and sent a bolt of black sparkling death magic at Jinx.

A sharp dodge forward and she hit the ground rolling, avoiding the magic just in time for it to crash into Charm who let out a shriek and spun out of control tumbling to the ground.

"HEY YOU JERK THAT HURT!" Charm sprang to her feet, singed and smoking shooting a glare at Noir who held up his hands defensively.

"Your attack is too wild! Once you commit to it you can't dodge out of the way!" He observed "It's not like I can draw back the magic once it's fired."

Jinx sighed and stood up dusting off her skirt while the two Digimon fought. They were far from a well oiled machine.

The mismatched collection of knick knacks, what not and basic supplies that piled high on the shelves of the general store were a treasure trove for hoarders.

Jinx's sharp pink eyes and ears were trained on the shopkeeper as Noir settled into casual conversation with him. Noir didn't mean to distract the other Digimon while Jinx helped herself to supplies...he'd just gotten less attentive about Jinx's less the noble habits.

And so with both Digimon preoccupied, Jinx and Keramon set through collecting whatever they thought they might need for an adventure, some of it being stored in their D Stream, some of it in the shopping cart.

After all it looked less suspicious if they at least paid for some of it.

Jinx paused looking over a set of colored pencils, picking it up and admiring the colorful collection. So much of her art had been lost when Terminal Tokyo went up in smoke...

"Go ahead." Charm smiled her creepy smile, there was a twinkle in her eye. Jinx looked flustered and stashed the pencils in the D-stream.

"I'd like to see you drawing again. Your pictures were really pretty." Charm continued using her long arms to pick individual cups of ramen off a shelf and dropping it into the cart. "It's hard when all the work you put into something is for nothing. But next time I bet you'll make something even better with what you learned."

Jinx's eyebrow rose, but she decided to steal a notebook full of blank paper as well. Charm was still a particularly mysterious addition to her and Noir's lives and every now and then the seemingly manic and wild Digimon would say something that surprised her.

And here they were, back in the Cafe for an early lunch before they set out with Sakuyamon.

"This place makes some really great sandwhiches." Noir lamented as he set down his menu for the last time. "What was that one I had last week?"

"The Cheese steak." Charm reminded him while she poured over her choices "You oughta consider a salad, you're already naturally pudgy pig boy."

Noir scowled at her but didn't bother arguing. He was fully aware of his soft and squishy appearance.

"We're in the business of indulging." Jinx chuckled and added some cream to her coffee. "Besides does it really matter if his true strength shines through when he digivolves?"

Noir wasn't sure if he wanted to take that as a compliment or not. "I'm more then just muscle you know. I'm a thinker! A writer!"

The girls looked surprised and then started giggling, showing their complete lack of respect for his mind.

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