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Who: Ringabel, OPEN
What: Ringabel finally learns the "truth", or rather, what Biyomon thinks is the truth. Which isn't the truth. Bawww.
Where: HospiTown cafe.
When: 19th Jan
Warning: some very minor Bravely Default spoilers~ But really, everything Biyomon's saying is wrong, so not... really spoilery? IT'S KIND OF SPOILERY.

[There sits, in one of the small, utterly crappy cafe, a platinum haired youth sporting a rather dandy hairstyle, slumped over a pile of papers and documents which appear to be hanging out of a certain black book embossed in silver. The amount of documents the thing contains appears to be staggering, Across from him sits a Biyomon, sipping on some tea as well as one could with a beak.

The teenager looks defeated, well and truly, perhaps about to roll over and die. But he raises his head promptly, shapely eyebrows furrowed, and eyes accusatory as he crosses one leg over the other, leaning forward in his seat, elbow clunking on the table and chin meeting a splayed gloved hand.]

I'm afraid, my dear, that what you're saying simply cannot be correct. Yes - Most of the details of what you say, such as travelling with the Wind Vestal - and your account of Agnès trying on that wondrous Bravo Bikini - line up as if you have heard everything of what has transpired within my life. Yet you said you would fill in the blanks. That- I recall all of that. Quite clearly. Not a single blank has been filled.

[The digimon appears to look slightly uncomfortable. And she's going to slam her tea down on the table, no doubt getting a few droplets on the texts.]

...Wait. You're seriously ignoring what happens to you? In your world, they're all going to turn on you, and you're going to die! Your friends kill you! Then they're killed! Then your airship crashes into a village and kills thousands of people! How isn't that a revelation?!

[The youth merely uses his spare hand to brush away the droplets on the pages. The news that his friends were going to kill him was unnerving. Very much so. But he's putting a brave face on it. There's absolutely no way. He's never been surer of anything.]

Perhaps you're the one which is confused? Tiz and the others are my friends. We're planning on saving our world together, as I'm certain you're aware - and as for destroying a village - Norende - with Grandship, I think you're overlooking the fact it's already been destroyed. The Great Chasm already swallowed it up. There's some restoration work, yes. But hardly anything to attract thousands of people.

[The bird digimon is going to puff up for a second or two, and then slam her clawed wings on the table.]

How can you be so blind?! I'm telling you everything as I saw it happen! I'm linked to you - I know everything that happens to you because it's what I've seen for all my life! And you're not going to listen to anything...

[The youth straightens.]

And so you thought telling me my friends would slay me would make me stay here, and help you with your agenda? Make no mistake about it, I quite enjoy the company of cunning women. But you're not clever enough to fool me, Biyomon. I won't have you make up untrue things because you want me to turn my back on them to stay here. No world is more important than the other. But what you're doing is disgraceful.

[The little bird covers her face with her claws. It's clear at this point she's crying. Then, abruptly, she stands. And she flees the cafe, crying. The youth reclines, allows a small escape of breath, and lifts his own coffee to his lips.

....and promptly places it down. It's disgusting. He turns slightly, ignoring his texts for the moment to fix his eyes on some digimon on the other table. Nurses? Interesting.]

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You really aren't interested at all?

[The voice comes from the booth behind him. Sitting with her back to him casually sketching on a pad of paper is a pink haired girl with pale skin. A cup of cooling coffee sits nearby and she speaks once more.]

Just going to shut the door on the possibility that there might be more to your life then you suspected?

[What he didn't know was that upon hearing that little argument and seeing the Digimon leave, her partner Noir the Tsukaimon had left to go see if he could comfort her while Charm the Keramon sat looming on the opposite side of Jinx in the booth. The tall buglike Digimon was idly flicking grapes into her mouth from a bowl of fresh fruit in front of her and chuckles]

Some people are just afraid of losing something like a friendship. Even a false one.

[Oh, hello. The youth turns at the sound of a distinctly female voice, Nurse digimon all but forgotten in his mind. Of course, he doesn't mind turning on the chair. Of course not! And the back of it is a quite excellent place to put his chin. He smiles of course, a white-toothed cavalier's smile. But, unfortunately, it's tinged with quite a bit of regret.]

...Ah, you heard? My apologies, that exchange was louder than I wished it to be.

[And after listening to what Charm has to say...]

Loath as I am to leave her to it, she's lying. Since I've gotten here, all she's been interested in is trying to make me forget where I'm from, and... most likely this is another attempt. For after all, if I really am stabbed in the back, betrayed, beaten to the point of death, in an exploding airship and all that other wonderful stuff, I'd love to know how I don't have a single scratch on me.

[There's a small headtilt.]

What I can't understand is why she would find it important to bother lying. It's almost as if she doesn't know none of us can actually return to where we're from.

[The girls listened patiently, Jinx setting down her pencil and picking up the coffee while Charm peels one of the grapes. When he finishes Charm addresses Jinx]

Gosh where to start?

[Jinx seems thoughtful though her back is still to him]

Well I think it's only fair we start with the subject of injury.

[finally turning so her arm rested on the back of her seat she fixed the boy with an appraising stare. Her sharp pink eyes had cat slit pupils that were burning into him despite her coy smile.]

When you arrived here how did you feel? Were there strange flecks of data coming off your body? Maybe a sensation like your skin doesn't feel right?

It can be very intense depending on just how very much dead you were.

[And of course, he's examining said back. From what he could see of her neck, it was pale. And she had very small shoulders! thin arms, quite a shapely figure- even if thin. And that hair, even the back of it? Quite lovely. When she turned, he smiled yet again, crossing his arms over the back of the chair.]

Other than confused? Suffice to say, nothing was abnormal. My skin...

[As he turns to Charm, eyes returning back to Jinx almost immediately.]

Quite normal. Not too hot, not too cold. No prickling whatsoever. Ah, but there was one thing..

[And he looks quite thoughtful. Fake!thoughtful. Because honestly? He can't resist.]

...Yes. I do believe my pompadour had fallen loose. I was quite distraught until I located my comb.

[There's a small laugh. And~]

Most assuredly, I'm not dead. Nor do I have any intention of becoming such. Not when there's such reason for being here, if only to see more of you. Do you have a name?

[They listened thoughtfully once more and then at the shameless flirting Jinx's eyebrow rose and despite the sardonic smirk she shot him there was some pink in her cheeks]

Well if you came out with nothing but your pretty hair tousled then you didn't die BEFORE you came here. That much is for sure.

[Charm was far too busy snickering to respond so Jinx rolled her eyes and continued]

You can't blame her for trying to get you invested in saving this world though. After all she exists only to save you.

Mhm~

[And! He's going to match the smirk with his own, tongue clicking in his mouth in thought. Was she blushing? Yes. slightly. beautiful.]

Can you imagine how disappointed people would be if death really was insignificant enough for it not to be remembered? All that time worrying about it, and...

[A small laugh. Yet his eyes darken slightly.]

Hmm, So I've heard. I'll catch up with her later. ...Though I must confess, getting to know you sounds far more interesting. Indulge me a little while longer?

[Jinx is quickly losing faith that she or Charm are going to break through to him if he's this interested in her. At least it's a nice change of pace.]

Well I am a big fan of indulgences.

Since you asked so nicely~

[The long armed Digimon reached out to seize his hand with both of her rubbery appendages]

I'm Charm~ I'm a Keramon and yes, I'm single.

[Absolutely not. And! Ringabel can't help but look a little surprised when Charm grabs him. R-rubbery indeed. Very rubbery. Still! Brave faces, and all that. And she seems sweet enough - even if her form is mildly terrifying.]

Charm? A fitting name. Well, it's good to meet you.

[A small look to Jinx as he speaks, though his eyes moving back to Charm throughout most of his speech.]

Mine, if you're wondering, is Ringabel. As in, does it ring one. Strange, I'm sure you agree - though a small touch of gallows humour in the face of adversity is never a bad thing. Tell me, Charm. How long have you been partnered with that pretty girl with no name of her own to speak of?

Jinx.

[She hadn't liked the no name to speak of comment, seemed a bit catty. But then again he was charming for the most part. That Does it ring one comment though earned him an amused eye roll]

Not for long, I'm what you call her "True" partner. The other guy we were with has been with her since the beginning but he as a mistake.

I was not!

[The Tsukaimon has returned, though his attempts at comforting Ringabel's partner may or may not have succeeded. He's not giving any indication]

Over all I've been here for about half a year if time flows the same here as back home.

[ Sora doesn't... Really catch the conversation. all that he sees is a distraught digimon flying off and that hurts his heart a little. Vixie, sensing Sora's own distress alongside hers, takes off after the Biyomon. maybe she can do something to calm that one down.

meanwhile, Sora crosses his arms. yeeeeeah. you don't just go and make your partners cry. ]

What'd you do that made her fly off like that...

[The coffee really was disgusting. It was halfway through a last sip (He was used to gulping down awful coffee - as in his mind, only black and strong was considered okay. But this... milk and sugar together were too much for even him to handle) he turned to address Sora, placing the mug back onto the table with a rather disgusted contortion of his face. One leg crosses over the other, and his gaze is more drawn toward the bird's nest on the teenager's head than anything else.]

Disagreeing with her. Quite placidly, actually. Unfortunately, my partner seems to believe I'm dead. A fact of which I'm none too willing to agree with, since...

[A small show of a gloved hand. There's no data circulating around it. It's just as normal as anyone's. And there's a small flick of his hair with it.]

I'm in quite fine condition for a corpse. Would you not agree, whoever you are?

[ milk and sugar are the best. you don't even know. also, this guy needs to stop staring at his hair. his hair is even better than coffee with cream and sugar... not that Sora even knows this sort of thing.

he's far more, well, concerned about the bird digimon. ]

Sora.

[ hey, he's all for giving out his name. beats the nickname "kid" that he can never seem to avoid at any given time ~~or any given game that he's in, really~~. still, his arms are folded and he's kind of not grinning. ]

You know she might be a little right? Time doesn't really have meaning here. It kind of pulls you from any point in your timeline. There's a guy here from my multiverse that I've met... He's not around anymore in my time but he's still here.

Edited 2014-01-20 18:44 (UTC)

Sora.

[There's a polite nod of the head, and Ringabel uses his foot to pull a chair back for the other to sit in, if he so chose. The book of D is with him of course, and he carefully uses a gloved hand to close it, regardless of whether or not the youth chooses to sit.

What's he been doing with it? Well. When Biyomon ran off, he's taken the opportunity to compare the entries of two particular journals within, just in case there's some way, shape or form she could be right...

But he's found nothing. The page detailing the death of the author is covered in blood. And written, in blood, is the number 6. Tiz, Edea, Agnès, Airy... they're four. With himself, is 5. So why 6? ]

I'm certain she's wrong. For one, this book would have told me. This is a prophetic journal, written in past tense, which has successfully and reliably predicted every event within my life. It ends in harrowing fashion, of course. But it says nothing of my friends killing me.

[And there's a small sigh, as he opens the blood-smeared page, gazing at it a little while longer.]

Entirely implausible. Regardless, she doesn't see it.

Still... Making her cry and run off won't help either of you. Maybe she's wrong. Maybe she's right. Does it matter?

[ and so Sora does sit down. he remembers this conversation now, with that digimon. the one that only really wants a close relationship with her partner. now he has to wonder if she followed the advice that they had given her. maybe telling this guy about what's going to happen - or what she thinks is going to happen - hadn't been the right way to go about it. ]

She's only concerned about you, you know.

It doesn't. Not at all, actually. Whatever happened, it doesn't change the fact that I want to get out of here and find them again; nor does it change the fact I can wish all I like - but probably won't be able to be going anywhere for a little while.

[A small laugh, as he closes the book oncemore. The situation in itself is hilarious. He chooses to lean back in his seat, bringing a gloved hand to his chin and thumb to his lips, as he regards the ceiling in thought. Normally, he'd have reacted to Sora's last words with a curt warning to stay out of his business, but it was apparent this youth meant well. Even if he didn't know the full story and really was sticking his nose in regardless.

Perhaps it was the fact it reminded him of something Tiz would do that curbed that into a smile as his eyes returned to Sora.]

Perhaps. But she's certainly too emotional over it all!

You don't know that either. It could be for a while or not very long at all. Some people here have been around for a long time. Others only stay for maybe a month or two. You don't really know what's going to happen...

[ so it's better to build bridges than destroy them. best to make use of what time you have instead of arguing or just sit there like a bump on a log and do nothing. just because this isn't their home doesn't mean it deserves to fall to ruin...

at least these are the things that Sora thinks as he looks at this guy with the weird hair. ]

And I don't think she is being too emotional over it. I mean how would you feel if you were in her place? That the person you had been waiting for and watching all your life just doesn't want to take you seriously?

Then I hope it's soon. Unfortunately, where I'm from doesn't have the luxury of pulling people in from all over to fight it's battles for it. And, I'm spoken for. I have to protect someone. While I'm here, of course I'll help. However! I'm not exactly going to struggle against whatever brings me back to my world, if it even happens at all.

[Back at you, at least on the weird hair front because HAVE YOU LOOKED INTO A MIRROR RECENTLY SORA. His gaze, however, is innocuous. Or about as innocent as his could possibly be.

An elbow meets the table, and he rests his head in a splayed hand. ]

I'm planning on catching up with her later. But this disagreement has absolutely nothing to do with me taking her seriously or not. Quite frankly, I don't find any merit in lies. I could say I believe her - yet I would not. It would smooth matters considerably... though any kind of partnership based on lies is one not worth anything. Wouldn't you agree?

I'd say mine doesn't either... But that'd be only half true. A world will call for help and I dunno. I'll just go.

[ but that's neither here nor there. and Sora doesn't mind if people are looking forward to going back. if they will help ( without getting too moody about it ), then that's fine. all the better. but the problem is that you can't fight without your partner and bonds that aren't quite strong or that are negative have led to dark evolutions in the past... ]

We did tell her that it wasn't a good idea to keep stuff or bribe or things like that. I mean you at least told her you were double checking and stuff, right?

[There's the sound of a whistle from a couple yards away. Some people might think to mind their own business. Eavesdropping is rude, after all. However, the Replica overheard the two chatting and just couldn't look away. There was something mildly intriguing and entertaining about watching the two chat back and forth.

And here he thought he had problems.

Once Biyomon flees, he'll go ahead and wander closer, tailed by his Kotemon and Gabumon, per the norm.]

You know, I've gotta wonder if that was her big plan. Couldn't she have just been warning you?

[His words flow out of him with a cool, casual tone. He's not really pointing fingers here; just making an observation.]

[One (slightly disgusted) sip of his coffee later, and a voice was heard. Ringabel turned slightly, placing the mug down- one leg crossing over the other as he regarded the newcomer.

Really... Replica had a point. Ringabel had established by now there was no clear way back to Luxendarc - therefore there was no purpose in trying to keep him here. It was the same as caging a flightless bird- But the news was not easy news, and his head was swirling. After everything, the thought of them killing him...

No. It simply couldn't be.]

It has to be false. Unfortunately for her, she does not know my friends. Nor does she know they've quite the distaste for those which would spill the blood of others over nothing. Which leads me, my good fellow, to assume I should deign some dastardly design on them, leaving them no recourse but to retaliate. Which...

[A small shake of the head. Why would he hurt the only people he knew in the world? Why would he risk the fall of said world, by attempting to wound them? He knew, He knows... the only thing he knows, is that he has to protect Edea. She's his destiny - he knows it - and harming her...]

...No.

[He shakes his head, and merely clicks his tongue in his mouth. A thousand times, no.]

Tell me. Are you sitting? I mean no disrespect, especially not in the presence of your digimon, but I'll confess, I'm missing human conversation. If you'll indulge me for a little while, there's a free...

[Coffee?]

....Coffee flavoured substance in it for you. Hard to resist, I'll admit.

[At the coffee thing, there's some slight sarcasm in his tone. But really, it's harmless! ...Just not strong enough for him. Not at all.]

Of course she wouldn't know. It's not like the Digimon were there...

[He casts a glance down at Kotemon.]

...No offense. But the point is, our worlds are different. They don't operate based on data, Digivices, and magic friendship crests.

[Or whatever they were. He'd seen Sora's before, heard a few vague things about them, but as he's yet to obtain one himself, they're still largely abstract concepts to him. What he'd give for his darkness back...

His brow raises at the offer of coffee. It's something he knows about, mostly from Riku's memories, but he's never even had it before. And besides all that, how often does he really go out and chat with people? It's not like there's anything to lose, so... heck, he'll sink into an empty chair, plopping his hands on the tabletop. His Kotemon toddles over over to them, tipping her head to the left.]

Do you want us to give you some space? I'm sure I can keep Gabumon busy for a little bit, Aiden.

Hrmph. The only way you'd keep me busy is by turning into my punching bag! I'm staying put.

No you're not.

[He waves one of his hands.]

Go ahead. And get him that muzzle while you're at it.

[Exercising her seniority, Kotemon grabs Gabumon by the wrist and starts dragging him towards the door. Despite repeated growls and his attempts to squirm free, the two make it safely outside.

It seems they'll have space for peaceful discussion now.]

[Goodness. An eyebrow quirks at the response the fairer of the two digimon seemed to get from the Gabumon, and he tilts his head slightly, watching the two leave. And! He moves the mug closer to Replica, good to his word.]

Indeed, they don't. I realize this might sound odd- but tell me of your world. I'm quite eager to know of the places people have come from... If only to get out of this one for a while in spirit.

[He reaches for the mug, taking a good whiff of the drink. It smells kinda... bitter. Weird, but how bad can it be?]

Well, before I say anything, you should probably know: everything I can tell you's all from second hand memories.

[He exhales through his nose, turning his face downcast.]

...It's a long story, but I could still fill you in if you want. My memories aren't too big of a train wreck to cover the important details.

[Downcast? Hrm. He tilts his head slightly, before resting both elbows on the table and leaning forward, resting his chin on meshed fingers.]

Second hand memories aren't any less, I'll have you know. For example...

He adjusts himself to roll his cheek onto one hand, his now spare one tapping a rather weighty looking book at the table with his gloved fingertips. It's quite an unusual looking volume. Bits of papers are sticking out of it almost at every single page -- and it's battered. The silver bindings are scuffed, the black leather cover worn. Atop it, in silver, is the letter D.]

This is all I have for my memories. And most assuredly, they're extremely secondhand.

[Beggars and choosers and all that. But... they've certainly saved him. More than a few times.]

Start with whatever you are comfortable with, if you don't mind.

Wait, your memories are all in a book?

[Okay, that's weird. Weird enough that it's grabbed Rep's attention, pulling his eyes from the floor to the book itself. He even leans forward, squinting at the shabby, old thing. What, did this guy get amnesia or something?]

Well, anyway, the thing about my "world" is that there's more than one. If you wanted to hear about Castle Oblivion, it'd just be too dull, and that's the only world I ever really visited.

[He waves one of his hands, shaking his head.]

Endless white halls that all look the same... the only thing interesting about it's the way it creates illusions based on memories.

[So, hmm... Where's the juicy stuff? Well...]

I guess what stands out the most about my world-- or, well, universe, I guess, is the fact that every world's different from each other. The real Riku lived on this tropical island-- peaceful, not much going for it besides sand and sun. But then you've got places like this castle filled with all sorts of weird machinery, the inside of a whale... If you want more specifics, I'd ask Sora.

[He'll let this all sink in before describing more. All that stuff about Heartless and Nobodies is complicated, anyway.]

[There's a small nod at the book thing.]

Everything. Of course, where it gets complex is that this book happens to contain my future, as well. Memories, of course, which haven't had the chance to become so yet. The past, the future... almost alike invisible chains. That I'm most grateful for, by the way.

[Including a grisly death -- something that tended to, back home, have listeners of the fairer sex eating out of the palm of his hand! ...But thanks to Escha's insistence said event was directly caused by his friends - something he doesn't really feel he'll be using anymore. And he pauses. He's too interested in Replica's background to continue talking - This, to him, is a rare thing. And it really does bring him away from the direness of HospiTown considerably.

His eyebrows raise slightly when Sora's name is mentioned though. Yes, that boy that was around earlier..]

The one who says he listens to worlds crying for help, and goes freely to help them... Ah, if you know him, then you are of the same world. That must be some small comfort in all of...

[He raises that free gloved hand again, to gesture at his surroundings with a small flick of the wrist.]

So. Your name is Riku, as well? Mine's Ringabel -- or at least, the name I chose for myself based on a particularly bad joke about the amnesia thing.

[There's a smile - actually quite a warm one.]

[The Replica nods, and he probably would've said something for further confirmation, if Ringabel hadn't called him Riku. The mere mention of the game makes his body tense up, shoulders hunching, palm pressing against the table; he refrains from smashing his coffee cup at the risk of scalding himself, but were the circumstances more dire, he might have done just that.

It's his bad for not introducing himself sooner, so after a few seconds of frozen silence, he exhales, places his cup down, and drags his fingers through his hair.]

I'm not Riku-- I just thought I was. Using his name would make me even more of a copycat than I already am, so... call me Aiden. It was Sora's idea.

[He'll go ahead and take a swig of his drink. His face scrunches up at the bitterness. And people seriously drink this stuff?]

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