Doppelganger

[terminalmegas]

Who: Anyone
What: Doppelganger Event
Where: HospiTown
When: From the 24th and 25th

It was a normal day in HospiTown.  Until the shadowy figures appear.  A Shadow with a gold wristband touches your back, and assumes your appearance before causing mayhem in the town..

(OOC: If you would like an NPC mod to play your shadow we will be willing to give it to you!)

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[devoursgods]

Hisame had been chasing the rumor of Shio being in the Digital World for almost the whole month. But save for that first time, he had been no closer to actually seeing her. She would run away whenever he got near the area and all he would find is a hole in the wall and distressed Digimon. He was currently seated down in the field just a few feet from the entrance.

Tatara and Mao were both exhausted from the constant running (thought Mao would deny it) around and were both currently snoozing, Tatara having taken to keeping the scarf he had got for Christmas on at all time now. Hisame propped his chin on his right hand and just stared out at the rest if what he could see of the island.

So when he feels a touch on his back through his coat he's quick to jump on his feet. Turning around to meet the bright golden eyes of the Aragami girl, he couldn't hold in his surprise.

"Shio!"

There's nothing but silence from her but Hisame doesn't notice. He feels dizzy almost. The Aragami girl he and everyone else had come to care for, the one who saved them all by taking Nova to the moon, she was right here! Before the doppelganger could take off again, he reached out and pulled her into a hug. Tatara and Mao both woke up then and there.

"Hisame?"

"Who is that?"

[revvinguptheharley]

Unfortunately, that question might not get answered right away, as a flurry of cream and glue filled pies was sent flying at the group from two girls dressed in jester outfits.

"Bullseye!" One cheered while the other giggled.

"More like Strike one, two, three and four!"

"Are they out?"

"Well they sure aren't safe!"

They both laughed in a manic way before resuming their pie throwing.

[revvinguptheharley]

The girls just cackles gleefully and cartwheeled over producing mallets from seemingly no where.

"FORE!" One shouted swinging with all her might for Mao.

"FIVE!" The other shouts swinging for Tatara. The way they were aimed the mallets would smash the duo into one another making the mess even harder to navigate.

[dualwielding]

People have been giving him odd looks. He finally got around to asking someone why, and they described him pulling a prank and running off laughing. He definitely doesn't remember that, and it's getting on Roxas's nerves. He's not used to having all these people around to begin with, but combine that with losing memories -- his least favorite thing after being lied to -- and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Nobody.

Phascomon is clinging to his upper arm, as usual, ears twitching.

"I think I would have remembered you knocking over the cart, Roxas."

"Maybe you forgot too!" he says, frustrated.

"They didn't say they saw a Phascomon with you..."

But that made even less sense. Phascomon didn't seem to like walking or running or flying or doing anything when he had Roxas to cling to, so why would he have left Roxas alone, and then why would he not remember the same thing Roxas wasn't remembering?

Then Roxas hears a voice crying out, "Hey-- Roxas!" back in the direction of the cafe, and he stiffens and spins on his heel to race toward it. If he hurtles into you or past you, he's probably sorry, but you're better off staying out of his way.

Harley Vs. Harley...or Harley and Harley vs. you?

[revvinguptheharley]

"So...you're the one going around causing mayhem in my name?" The blond woman cocked her head and raised an eyebrow as she was confronted with a white faced woman in a jester costume.

"Yup yup! I even got some smooches off a few chosen and their partners!"

Harley pulled a face "Their partners?"

"Well only the pretty ones!"

That seemed to please the original.

"So what's with the glowing bauble?" She gestured the clone twirled a mallet idly.

"Oh this? You gotta take it from me. It's like a game."

Harley's eyes lit up and grinned wickedly. "Well I'm hardly dressed to compete."

"Ta da!" The clone produced a spare costume "I got it from your room! Figured if we were gonna have some fun you should look the part!"

Harley squealed and gave her clone a hug. "You are the best twin sister I never knew I had!"

Meanwhile her Digimon just starred in confusion.

[saidlesbians]

There had been a lot of weirdness around Hospitown, but Scott didn't actually notice most of it because, well. It wasn't actually anything new for him. Everyone had a Nega version. They usually just . . . didn't all come out at once like this. Still, Scott froze when he heard that voice.

"Oh god. There's two of that lady that tried to kill me."

[revvinguptheharley]

The twin clowns turned sharply and grinned brightly.

"SCOTTY!" They cried out in unison before materializing some colorful ribbons and rushing at him, intending to pounce and tie him up.

[saidlesbians]

"Oh no."

For a second, Scott only stared at them, horrified. Then he ran. However, the physics of the Digital World didn't allow for impossible and cartoonishly fast running, so Scott was . . . not very fast. Really, how fast do most twenty-somethings that subsist on junk food run? Not very fast. At all.

Trixie vs. Trixie

[elementofpeanutbutter]

Trixie gaped in awe as a clone of her stood smirking, almost towering over her in the shadow of her cart.

"I...but you?"

The clone just laughed. "Kneel fool before the Great and Powerful Trixie!"

The original Trixie snapped out of her startled haze. "Hey! You are not-"

The clone did not wait for her to finish. Instead she tugged Trixie's hat down over her eyes and sprang onto the cart striking a dramatic pose.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie denies you clone! You copy! You fabricated sequel! For clearly I am the only true GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!" She flourished her cape and sparkles flit through the air.

The original was furious. So mad her blue skin almost turned red.

"Minion! Give me a boost."

Her pawnchessmon scurried into position and clasped his hands together. She stepped into them and was hurled up onto the cart where she landed as delicately as she could manage.

"There is only one Great and Powerful Trixie here! And that is I!" She too flourished her cape now and were it not for the glowing bracelet on the Doppelgangers wrist it would be impossible to tell.

"Anything you can do, you cheap knock off, Trixie can do better!"

The clone scoffed. "Ha!"

Undeterred Trixie took a step forward. "Trixie can do ANYTHING better then you."

Her clone just chuckled "No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"Yes I can!"

"No you can't."

Trixie had stormed forward now and was face to face with her twin.

"Yes Trixie can, can CAN!"

The clone threw down a smoke bomb leaving Trixie coughing and sprang from the cart making faces. Trixie snarled and gave chase.

"Anything you can be, Trixie is greater! Sooner or later Trixie's greater then you!" Sang the clone as she dodged around Digimon and threw playing cards at the original.

"No you're not!" She retorted and snatched the cards from the air throwing them back.

"Yes I am!"

"No you're not!"

"Yes I am!"

"No You're NOT!"

"Yes I am, yes I am!"

Donatello vs Donatello

[brain_behind_purple]

[Since he got back to town, Donnie had been going out to check on these rumors going around. If there really was someone going around posing as him, he wanted to find out. So right now he was on a rooftop, using a portable telescope to search the area. Paolo and Arte were looking through the city, leaving him on his own.]

He let out a yawn]

Man, I've been up here for hours and nothing. Who knew that patrol could be so boring alone... [He shook hsi head] No Donnie, don't be life that. They wouldn't want it. Your getting better now, don;t blow it now.

[He sighed and went back to watching, only to feel something ush into his back. He groaned.] Huh?

[He was shut up when he felt a sharp pull on his mask tails and found himself being tossed to the other side of the roof. He rubbed his head before looking up, and his eyes widened instantly]

No way... i-it can't be...

[He was staring at pretty much himself, his human self. The only difference being that there was a gold wristband on his wrist and his expression looked downright cruel and sadistic. It was a look that Donnie was all too familiar with.

The copy just chuckled at the shock before lifting his foot and slamming it into the teenager's face at light-speed, causing Donnie to start to topple over the side. He grabbed the side of the roof before he could fall and started to pull himself up, only to be stopped when a foot slamming onto his hands. He looked up, seeing a sickingly smug look on the copy's face that made a lum form in his throat. It reminded hims o much of...]

Who the shell are you?!

[The copy smirked]What? You don't know? Heh, your a genius but you can;t tell what's right in front of you? I'm you shell for brains

What? Me? Is this the Digital World's idea of screwing with me again?

Maybe it is, maybe it's not. You won;t have to worry about it for much longer, [He pressed down harder] But I won;t finish you off yet, after all you should see the end of what you started all those months ago. Sure I can't kill your brother now since he's gone now [That caused the real Donnie to clench his fists] But I can still make sure that while your here, it's a living hell.

[That caused Donnie to freeze, which let the clone aim a hard kick into his face. This Donnie loose his grip on the edge and fall downward. He grabbed a windowsill, looking upward long enough to see his clone jump onto the ground. He saw him smirk upward at him before running off, staff in hand.

Donnie growled before letting go, landing safely on his feet. He drew his own staff before going after his doppelganger, determined to stop him from ruining everything that he had worked so hard to fix.]

Re: Donatello vs Donatello

[alley_kit]

[Kit was slowly gaining on Not-Kat. She'd always been a little bit faster, a little bit light, and in this case, slowly but surely, that little bit was proving to be just enough.

She swiped for his tail, missing it by a hair. A low growl escaping her throat, she tried to increase her speed. So close...

Then he turned to glance back over his shoulder and she lunged, claws out, and tackled him around his middle...

...which unfortunately sent both of them tumbling off the edge of the roof. They both yelped in alarm as they fell, and that was the only warning the gold-banded ninja below would get to try avoiding a pair of angry, furry projectiles headed right for him.]

Re: Donatello vs Donatello

[brain_behind_purple]

[Down below, the non-Donnie heard his real self behind him, but he didn't care. Actually he was glad, that meant that Donnie would get to see all the chaos that he was going to cause and again make everyone despise him. Everything was going according to plan...

And that's when he heard the yelping and looked up, seeing the two kids. He just rolled his eyes and kept running, it wasn't like he cared.

Meanwhile, the real Donnie saw and his eyes widened in alarm. They then narrowed before he moved, jumping and using a wall as a springboard to launch himself at the two falling figures. He quickly grabbed them and landed on his feet, after which he sat them down.]

Kit, are you... what the...?

[Oh great, ti wasn't just him with a doppelganger running around. He didn't notice his clone stopping when he saw that he wasn't being followed anymore.]

Re: Donatello vs Donatello

[alley_kit]

[Being rescued from falling to their doom- or at least potentially serious injury- wasn't something that either kitten expected, so being grabbed out of the air was a welcome reprieve. They were soon set back on solid ground, Not-Kat almost struggling to get free of their rescuer's arms.

It was only when he spoke that Kit noticed who their rescuer was.]

Donnie? Quick, grab him before he-!

[Too late though. Not-Kat had recovered and kicked Donnie in the shin, laughing nastily before running off. Or trying to, anyway, though this time, without a headstart on his side, Kit caught him before he got much more than 10 feet away, closing the distance in two bounds on all fours and catching him around the legs and tail, the two of them going down in a pile.

Not-Kat twisted around, his own claws coming out, kicking Kit off him and counter-tackling her. For a moment there was only a tussling, growling ball of fur and claws until Not-Kat came out on top using his slightly greater weight to pin Kit she grabbed his wrists, trying to keep his claws away from her face.

Kit herself twisted then, using her legs as leverage to flip them over, kicking Not-Kat off of her and giving her a chance to roll back to her feet.... which was when she finally looked up and saw the other Donnie standing a little ways away, and wearing the same kind of gold bracelet that the Not-Kat was.]

[arrogantalloy]

Earlier that day

Tony felt something touch his back. He hadn't heard the door open, and he was sure that Salmon and Port were asleep on the spare bed, so he turned around to see who it was.

"Huh."

He rubbed his face roughly, maybe he needed more sleep, because he shouldn't be seeing what he's seeing.

He sees himself, younger wearing a suit he knew he didn't own as Pepper made a habit of donating last season while he was tailored up for something newer, and a flash of a gold bracelet. Which was odd, Tony was never really one for jewellery unless it was a watch and he usually enjoyed a leather strap or silver to gold.

"Okay, I knew getting old would happen. But this is sad, all alone in a hospital room."

"Is this a time line thing? Are you a past me?"

"More like I'm the right me."

"Times have changed, we've changed."

"We got old, I remember we used to have fun, and were only alone if building something good."

"Like YouTube will let us forget the past."

"Future. You might have gotten old and boring. But I'm not, so, I'm going to go out and have some fun. Enjoy your old folks home, really the design is really something."

Tony stood, opening his mouth to say that wasn't going to happen, until his other self held up a finger to silence him then walked out of the door and sliding a heavy row of waiting chairs in front of it, trapping Tony for the time.


Later in the day.

The banded Tony had taken to wandering around Hospitown, he couldn't help mutter how small and boring the place was. However it doesn't stop him from flirting with girls who at least look legal, with his casually lazy smile, and well practised movements, almost daring people to not noticing how amazing, talented, and attractive he is.

You could almost say he was strutting around like he did long before he knew anything about life other than girls and messing around with them, when he wasn't being extravagant in regards to parties and weapon design.

doop doop doop this is before the sleepwalkers :U

[amygdalae]

[Bruce was outside for once. As much as he liked, he couldn't be cooped up in his place forever. Eventually he did have to come out, even if it was to stretch his legs for a little while and have somewhere outside to contemplate on his situation.

Which was what he had been doing, sitting on a random bench and just thinking, up until he spotted Tony walking around in some clothing Bruce was certain he hadn't seem him in before. It was pretty flashy, but then again flashy was an apt way to describe Tony Stark in the appropriate situations. Bruce wondered if he should call out to him - he seemed to be busy with... something else, and Bruce didn't want to disturb him.]

Groovy by me!

[arrogantalloy]

[Not-Tony continues to flirt around for a while before realising that he's being looked at. When he sees Bruce staring at him he comes strutting over carrying an air of dismissive boredom.]

Feeling a little awestruck, or is there something in my teeth? Because you're kind of staring.

[amygdalae]

[...yeah, there's most certainly something wrong with him here. Bruce frowns a little, lips pursed as he attempts to determine the problem.]

Well, you're kind of--flashy, today. It's a bit distracting.

[howamanlives]

Masaru was back in town, wandering HospiTown on his own, when he came across a scene that pissed him off. What kind of jerk treated women that way, huh? Someone should teach him respect.

"Hey you!" Masaru exclaimed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to treat women better than that?!"

[arrogantalloy]

Not-Tony gives this angry kid a bland look and a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, no. People have never told me that, but then people don't tell me to do anything."

After giving him a look up and down, Tony shrugs at him and turns to start to leave, he's never been one to be told off by anyone let alone a kid, so why start now?

[howamanlives]

Masaru glares, and stomps right up to Tony, pounding one fist into an open palm. "Well then, I'm telling you! Cut it out or you'll get a fist to the face!"

[OOC: Had a thought... you okay with Agumon stumbling onto where Tony is trapped elsewhere in town?]

[alley_kit]

It hadn't taken Kit long after getting back from File Island to get back on the trail of the fake Wily-Kat. And this time there was actually a trail, other than rumors. Clawmarks, damaged or missing items, and a scent that was sort of like her brother... but not.

She let Emmy do the tracking, though; the digimon's nose was better than hers for that sort of thing. "It's this way," Emmerick said. "And the scent is fresh. He can't be far.

Kit nodded. "Right," she replied. "We need to be careful. He might not be my brother, but he's just as tricky."

It was then that they heard a voice from a nearby rooftop. "Not your brother? Aw, sis, I'm hurt." It was Kat's voice, but there was a viscous edge to it that Kat's voice never had.

And he certainly didn't look hurt, either. Spinning quickly to face the source of the voice, Kit saw something that looked like her brother sneering down at them. The only thing that looked out of place on him, other than the expression, was a gold wristband, glinting temptingly in the afternoon sun.

"Who are you?", Kit demanded. "And why are you pretending to be my brother?"

"Who says I'm pretending?", Not-Kat replied. "Maybe you've just forgotten what I'm actually like, hanging out here with all your nice new friends, instead of trying to find a way back to me and the others."

"But I can't get back," Kit said. "Not until we fix the Digital world."

"How do you know?", Not-Kat said, expression turning to anger. "You're not even trying! Do you even care about finding El Dara and helping our family any more?!"

That stung more than Kit was willing to admit, but anger outweighed hurt for the moment. "Course I do!", Kit said. "But they're my family not your family. You can't fool me; you don't smell right, and Kat wouldn't say stuff like that! You're nothing but a big fake!"

The sneer returned to Not-Kat's face. "Maybe not," he said, "but you should be thanking me for looking this way. At the rate you and these other idiots are going, it's the closet you're ever going to come to seeing your brother again."

That was clearly the last straw. "You take that back!", Kit yelled at Not-Kat, angry tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

"No." The ugly sneer never left Not-Kat's face.

"TAKE IT BACK!"

"Make me!"

Kit growled low in her throat, then leaped forward bounding up a nearby stack of crates to get to rooftop level, claws ready and obviously intent on doing just that. Not-Kat laughed nastily, and took off running, with Kit in hot pursuit.

"Kit! Kit, wait!", Emerick shouted, racing off after the two kittens and trying to keep them in view from ground level. She couldn't afford to lose track of Kit. Not like this.

[elementofpeanutbutter]

"Get back here you fake!"

Kit and her fake brother weren't the only ones on the rooftop. Trixie was in hot pursuit of another Trixie, the one in front with a hat while the one behind with her cape fluttering dramatically behind her.

The first skidded to a stop so fast the second crashed into her and they began to struggle while the first shouted "Wait wait wait look!" She pointed at the two cats.

"Is that Wilykit? Who is that other one?"

The one with a cape shoved off the one with a hat and they both stumbled to their feet to watch the showdown unfold.

Though the one with the cape smacked her twin and nabbed the hat off her head.

Prize

[attackondata]

[Hopefully your reputations are still in good repair. Many of you managed to get a gold wristband it seems.

But the wristband began to change on the night of the 29th. 1's and 0's started to wrap around it, changing it into a ball of light in front of most of them.

The balls of light will then show a memory from the Chosen's home world.]