Sable Kael
Oct. 18th/14
LA, Outside the Chaos of Northridge
ARPer's: @La Inquisidora

Well that immediately put off Sable. Rift was the first out, but being the nice person she was, she grabbed Rift’s shoulder to prevent him from charging. Nemeros hovered his large waspy self and kept looking at the DemiVeemon with intent. She was hoping it wasn’t the food kind of intent. Signia was less than amused with the person, knowing her fair share of what was rude and what was not in the human language.

“Anyone with brain cells would be smart enough to know that the actual inside of a trash can, couldn’t hold all of us. A decent pair of eyes could see we were on the ground.” Rift snapped back.

“It’s okay Rift,” Sable started. “Someone who expects answers after immediate questions, I’m pretty sure doesn’t know how questions work. Then again, you sound like a tourist. Either way, what we were doing was on a need to know basis. Also which one said your DemiVeemon should be a bit obvious.”

“DemiVeemon.” Nemeros said, getting closer.

“There ya go, an answer. Patience be a virtue.” Sable added with some cheer in her voice. “I’m betting you don’t even Digimon. Now just-”

Sable’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She made a ‘one moment’ motion with her hand before looking at the text message. It was from their Aunt Joni.

‘If you’re safe, get back to the apartment. I need to go and I’m not too keen on leaving without knowing you’re safe back here. I need to head to work.’

Sable was a tad disappointed by that, as she wanted to find out more details on the thing that blew up the gym next to her aunt’s store. Her intentions were understandable though, as she replaced the phone in her pocket with a sigh. Luckily for her, she knew the street would have been cleared somewhat of civilians for investigation, medical support and the like, so getting out wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

“Sorry touristy, but, duty calls. R. n’ S. and… Nemmy, with me. Nemmy no this way.”

Sable grabbed one of the large insectoid’s claws and dragged him away as the two dragon’s followed. Rift snorted in the girl’s general direction before leaving, making sure she knew that that she was not liked. Sable grabbed him by the arm and took off down the alleyway on her scooter, the one that had been hanging off her backpack. She pushed off and with a few quick steps, the four of them were gone.

Sable Kael
Oct. 18th/14 [Evening]
LA, Apartment Penthose
ARPer's: @Comatose

It took them fifteen minutes to get back to the apartment. Getting in the elevator was interesting since Nemeros carried both Signia and Rift over the reception table without being noticed, and managed to make it back into the elevator. On the way up, the Flymon degenerated into a Kunemon again, much to the relief of the once limited space in the elevator itself. As they made their way back to the penthouse apartment, Joni was waiting just outside the door.

“Thank god you’re okay.” Joni expressed with relief. “Rift, do not jump off of the balcony again. What did we talk about regarding communication?”

Rift looked away, only able to mutter a “Sorry…” before walking in, Signia behind him, as well as Nemeros, who waddled in and went straight for the sugar bowl, as per usual.

“So, it’s pretty bad down there. Your shop is kind of okay though, I don’t think anyone was hurt.” Sable reported. “I was off hiding in an alleyway. Rift said he sensed a Digimon, but so did Nemeros. Nemmy was trying to drag Rift away from the site.”

“That is… unusual.” Joni thought, putting a hand to her head. “Either way, we’ll discuss it when I get back. I’ll probably be at least three or four hours. You know what to do for dinner.”

“Aye captain.”

Joni and Sable traded places in the hallway, with the niece going into the apartment and then aunt going in the elevator. Sable threw herself on the couch and moaned in an exasperated manner. Today was one hell of a day, and she was ready for bed, or at least a nap. She wasn’t quite hungry yet, but that wasn’t going to stop anyone else from trying to get food out of the fridge. After a few minutes, Sable folded up her scooter again, and put it back on the loops of her backpack. Taking off her shoes, she moved her bag back into her room. Then, she flopped back down on the couch, watching Nemeros with a pointed finger, constantly telling him no as he waddled from one sugary sweet bowl to another, wanting more food, yet again.

It may have been a half an hour before the doorbell rang again. Everyone stopped and looked at the door. Getting up quietly, Sable made her way to the eyehole, and looked around. There was no one there she could see. She motioned for Rift and Signia to be at her back, just in case this was someone trying to rob them, or something of illegal nature. Sable slowly opened the door, bracing herself for someone to try and force it open. Yet, once the door was open half way, there was nothing. She poked her head left and right; nothing. It wasn’t until she looked down that she saw someone familiar.

“Hostage Cthulhu child?” She questioned, looking at the bag she remembered from earlier. “What are you doing here?”

Then, Nemeros came barreling, well as fast as a waddling insect could barrel forwards, towards the bag, and poked his head inside of it. Sable could hear something, but she couldn’t make out what it was. She pulled the bag inside the apartment, and shut the door, while at the same time, pulling the Kunemon out of the bag with the other hand. What the Digimon had been pecking at, was a phone, and the phone was going off. Something about the entire situation seemed off, considering how the guy was earlier. He was a cop, why would a cop be without his phone? Sable looked in the bag and also found car keys as well. Tired Digimon, a phone and keys, just randomly showed up.

“This doesn’t look good…” Sable said, looking at the phone. “I just really hope when I answer this phone, it’s not going to be a jealous or paranoid girlfriend on the other side…”

Sable hit the answer button. “Hello?”


OOC: Sorry for the crappy postings, I've been busy. >.>