Myotismon's Castle

[terminalmegas]

Who: Anyone
What: Con Job
Where: Myotismon's Castle
When: Evening of the 27th

Myotismon's castle is open to the public in a grand spectacle of a party. The night starts off easy enough, but later in the evening, Myotismon will have his grand unveiling of the fabled relic, a scroll said to be capable of allowing its user to travel back in time. Myotismon is confident enough to allow people inside his humble abode, but make no mistake: He has the highest form of security monitoring his guests, his relic and his dwellings. Devimon, NeoDevimon and SkullSatanamon both patrol the party, and are perched at important points of interest around the relic itself. A variety of security measures have been put in place- is your character sharp enough or prepared enough to spot it?

Also be forewarned that if Myotismon and his guard are in possession of the scroll, they just may temporarily remove a number of memories (period of 5 minutes- enough for bodyguards to toss the confused perpetrator out!)

Lounge around in the lobby and the grand staircase, sneak into the kitchen, scout around upstairs and familiarize yourself with the security systems, schmooze with guests or grab some refreshments in the ballroom... Do whatever you need to. Just get that scroll!

Comments

[scratchitti]

It had been easy to get an invitation. With Bastemon and a few weak-willed digimon, anyways. That was the easy part.

Jinx had helped him with the clothing, with pulling his hair back. But that wasn't enough to get inside. The only humans in the Digital World were Chosen after all. Terri suggested a Astramon-like beast mask- he could never pass for the demon lord, he was too small. But a preevolution? Sure, why not? There were so many alternate forms and levels and colors there was no way any one digimon knew all others. And even the idea of the demon general could be a benefit- no one would want to mess with someone that could one day become a Belphemon.

Bastemon and Growlmon were already evolved- Bastemon to smooze, Growlmon to act as Neku's personal guard. He was just small enough to fit in the door, and even as a Champion, the digihazard could be the little intimidation the ruse needed.

"You can't just look the part, love. You have to *think* like a Virus."

Neku grumbled at Terri. But she was right. As they stepped in the crowd at once put him on edge. Too many people too close. He closed his eyes, trying to *think* differently.

It was... easier then he'd like to admit. It was just remembering Before the Game and following the processes to their worst conclusions. Everyone here is pointless- and at best out to hurt you. Idiots and hangers-on. Disgust and self important distaste were easy to recall. He looked down the mask's nose at them all.

God, Joshua would get a kick outta this.

Still, it seemed to help, making his body language keep others at a distance, tsking at anyone that even came close to brushing him, Growlmon adding a low growl in warning. Anyone that tried to talk to him got curt one word answers and a dismissal.

They didn't mingle long before Bastemon returned from her work of slowly dancing with a few stronger looking foes- adding tiny mental threads to make her Helter Skelter dance more likely to be effective later, if needed. She draped herself over him, nuzzling his face.

"Having fun darling?"

"Don't do that." he didn't like her getting too handsy as Bastemon on a GOOD day.

"Hush now, I want to ask you something."

he paused, letting her whisper in his ear.

"This is a trap, obviously. We already knew that. Do you really think Jinx is going to find anything? If you were Myotismon, where would YOU hide it?"

Neku arched a brow at his partner, but decided to play along, thinking.

"If this thing really DOES have power... why would I throw this party? To trap Chosen yeah... but no one here is my friend. They're minions at best, looking to get some of my power at worst. Even if Jinx WASN'T here, some grubby weakling is gonna be searching around for it too. I wanna sniff them out. Make examples before I try any attack on my enemies."

He paused, thinking.

"Maybe it's not here at all? No, no I don't want it outta sight, it's too important. If it's real at all, and this isn't just a trap, then... He has it on him, he has to."

Bastemon patted his cheek, grinning.

"We gotta find him..."

[burnblonde]

Neku wasn't the only one attempting to disguise himself as a digimon. The door opened on a girl with hair pulled in twin buns but with extra hair falling down her shoulders. It looked a lot like a certain Japanese magical girl's hair style in fact, not that Yang would know that. She wore a mask made to look like a black bear and trimmed in gold to match her hair, it only covered the top half of her face. Her dress was black and had gold trim and looked like something out of an Old West saloon. She'd apparently taken a page from the recent stories of the train heists or something.

Probably the only thing stranger than her get up was the fact that she was riding in on a Grizzlymon and an Armadillomon was sitting behind her, fanning her with a large fan.

As soon as they were in, Yang hopped off the Grizzlymon but kept a hand pressed against his hide. "Well ain't this just a quaint little gathering," Yang said loudly and with a fake accent. She'd wanted to sneak in and be a distraction. This was going to be the best job for her. She spotted Neku and crossed over to him, "Howdy fellow party guest! Banditmon's the name, hope you don't mind the bear."