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Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

_{S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S}

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While Seraphima rocketed towards the the Warped, she found herself slowing significantly as the shape of the monster became more dignified. It had limbs. Human limbs. It had a torso. A human torso. It had hair. Human hair. Still, it was warped in nature. It’s human body was twisted and distorted, all connected with something like a cyclops and a snake. Something inside her felt sadness as the bolt from Supplice struck the creature.

A hiss coiled and writhed from the monster, as a charge began electrifying it’s mouth. It’s direction was facing Supplice. She was right in the line of fire, and Seraphima mentally kicked herself for pausing, losing any form of concentration. Why had she been contemplating if the monster was a male or female? It was hard enough to remember that many of them had been humans, but to begin assigning personalities was crossing the line; and yet…

It really did not matter. The humanity of the creature was gone. It was her job to destroy it and defend what was left of the human race. “Not on my watch,” she grimaced to herself, determining if she had not paused, she may have missed an opportunity to change directions and tactics. Lord have mercy… Her rocket jetted, and she zoomed towards the mouth of the creature. She had just saved herself from being too reckless.

With her dagger still in her hand, she flung it towards the giant eye. She could feel the airy slowness of our suit failing her and her lack of large ammunition. Still, with good aim, something could be done, ”Supplice! K-01 making cover! Over! Infernos, Supplice and K-01 need backup. Over.” With her claws retracted. Her frame blasted behind her. The weight slowed her down, albeit, kept her frame in-check. Her force field was projected.

All Seraphima wanted to do was claw the eye out. The window to the soul. Even if meant taking some of the hit, she calculated that her shield could take the blast, and if anything took her out momentarily, Infernus would be able to hold things while she recovered.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{^{L O C A T I O N : C A E S O N I A C A S T L E B A L L R O O M I N S O R I A N
I N T E R A C T I O N S : T H E B A L L R O O M , L A D Y T H E A S M I T H W O O D
M E N T I O N S : @Tae}}

Closing his pocket watch, Prince Felix quickly slipped the trinket into the waist coat pocket of his outfit. It was still early evening as the newly dressed night began to add a little more life and color to the arrangements. His gloved hand removed his fingers from any trace of having guided themselves to his pocket. It was not so much the time he had been after, but the shine of himself in the gold of the casing. His eyes had caught themselves quickly, steadying his own gaze and promptly, the time before sealing the device. He had much to do in such a small amount of time.

There was no wasting time at one of these events, as even the finest details have been planned out, months in advance. Therefore, he found no use in making such an event be counted among anything less than important. However, he did not take the banquet so strikingly interesting that he came off with a broken stiffness. The educated man had his own endeavors that sprawled across many areas of interest and not just this one in particular. It just so happened that this grandiose event fell under such jurisdictions to continue his thoughtful attitude.

Among those things that pertained to his responsibilities was determining who desired the most respect at any given moment and noting such personalities with diligence. A competitive spirit had been sharpening its sword long before since the invitations had been sent off, and the theatrical play of festivities had only heightened the competition. Pride was over-flowing with an unwillingness to lose the show under any conditions. Why, he had his own camaraderie to continue.

However, having already made his introductions to all persons necessary, the prince made sure they were brief and timely. He noted himself as patient in his manners. Of course, now having known the allotted time it took him to properly align himself with the respective individuals (spare a few due to others making introductions or being sparse in the moment), he continued his responsibilities: romancing his fiancé. For months now, he had been writing to her weekly. Every Thursday evening, he would conscribe his letter, and every Friday morning the letter was mailed to her at once. By Saturday morning, the letter was delivered promptly to awaken her weekend. He meant none of what he wrote, but with all things considered, it was the thought that counted. He held seriously about the engagement and preferred to keep his letters crossed and dotted.

She wrote back in a language that seemed to hint such interest as his own writing proposed. Although, her in-person manners were less than adamant to what she wrote. For this reason alone, he had found himself glancing his appearance in his pocket watch before making his way under her graces. A bafflement kept him bewildered by her, and he presumed she may have trouble with the arrangements as well. She was not a dutiful woman, and he had been drafted to take her hand under such circumstances. Under negotiations, he agreed to take the coquette for marriage. Thus, for his family's honor, he was to prepare her to be his respectable bride.

From across the room, the young lady wore a pink and gold dress. Her bodice was glimmering under the lights. He would have preferred her to be in something more modest, but standing at rest next to her brother, she looked more protected. She stood upon the tips of her toes, right at the moment and garnished him with a polite kiss before making her way to the alcohol. His eyes quickly left her, glancing to another guest, interrupted in his well-meaning intentions and found himself making quaint with someone less than important than himself. Of course, he let the person have as much respect as the next. After making acquaintances, using his born-into princely charm, there was an interruption -- the Alidashi party.

There was something off-putting about their display. There was something gaudy about their display. And of course, there was something demanding of respect about their display. However, he could not help but think that during their entire spectacle, not anything about the particular opening was as much of a gem than his dear sister and hopefully, his future wife...

... who was clapping. The silence from the dark feline's roar had erupted a silence, but still a clap remained. Quickly, the prince began clapping, as well to accompany her, first out of embarrassment for her outburst and then out of necessity. Is this not what they wanted, a display of such emotion? He could slant this for his family. The Varian Kingdom would not be shaken by the bold introductory, and thus, the guest he had just became acquainted found himself clapping, as well, under the charm of the prince. If no one else joined, it was all well. The idea was genius in its own right. The Varian Kingdom would not be fearful of the Alidasht Kingdom.

Prince Felix began walking over towards Lady Thea. His strides were vigorous, concealing any animosity he was feeling. He knew attention had been driven away from the opening momentarily, and if anything, it was now that he and his fiancé made their introduction to the sultan and his entourage. But first, to test her volatility. With that, it was merely entering the measure of her presence that would tell him her guard.

Avalia

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R P L A Z A
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , S O P H I E , L E A F , S L I C K
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Helo
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T , B A T H I N G S U I T}

"I... Aurora blushed. This was a like outcome of the situation. She was not too naive for this possibility to surprise her. The uncertainty that she dealt with was the integrity and control of Slick. She had a difficult time convincing him not to go gamble in the immediate moments, but Princess Rosaria would never have left them under her supervision if something erroneous were to happen. "I thank you very much," she spoke as she made a small bow of her head to Caelan and Slick.

There were tons of auras dancing about and reflecting with the water's surface. She could hear the waterfall pounding and splashing against into itself. She felt more afraid near the water than she had previously thought she would be, and with her nerves trying to stay sill, she admitted aloud, for the second time, as if trying to clarify a point now to Caelan and Sophie, "I thought it would be good for all of us to stay together..." She made her best effort to appear as if she had eyes. Her had turned to the respective lights shining within each creature's souls. She wanted to acknowledge them like this, to emphasize her serious and personal matter.

Aurora drew in a small breath before continuing,"And, why should I let you have the fun without me?" A humble laugh escaped her, surprising herself and catching her off gaurd that she almost forgot what she was going to say, "...After we swim, Slick and I thought it would be fun to take you all to the gambles." Principally, she was against gambling. She could go so far as it say that her father had mentioned a time when Spiritual Advisors were canonized against gambling, which he said he preferred. However, in modern times, the laws has loosened for good favor. It was said to spoil the soul; and a Spiritual Advisor should have a clean soul; for it was through a clean soul that an Advisor could help clear the path for another soul.

Carefully, she approached the pool and dipped the tips of her toes into the water. Watching and supervising gambling ought to be different than actually engaging in it. Even if the guilt might still be present... Besides, she was still getting used to being in a swimsuit. The coolness of the air was much to luxurious and frightening for her to loosen her purse strings at their next location. "The water feels so beautiful," she finally admitted to no one, feeling solemn sense of loss and discovery all at once. She felt that she had made a mistake in order to keep them together, and she wondered how long the situation would precipitate itself.

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒔 - 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

_{S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S}

^{________________________________________________________________________________}

Something caught her eyes. A sliver of something. It moved sneakily through the scenery, but she saw it. However, as soon as she saw it, it was gone, and Seraphima was retreating away from the large dog-lion. Her body swiftly soared through the air. So much for that! She thought to herself with her fists clenched. She was feeling more defensive, now -- a position she was not entirely opposed to. Living the monastic life had been some form of defensive, and shifting into the mindset was nothing less than natural.

"As for coordinates, Seraphima... Follow my flames! Supplice, moving to close quarters combat!"

The blue flames showered to her ten o'clock, and Seraphima shifted through the air. There it is! She could barely make it out, but it was there. Again, she was concentrating on something hard to see. It was a lot like sin, a sometimes barely visible force that wreaked terrors when not being concerned. Seraphima found it amazing how often she used her skills from the monastery on the battlefield. If she was being honest with herself, practicing being a starlet might as well have prepared her for being a soldier of war. Maybe this was just a way in which God worked mysteriously. Either way, she would take the help without question.

It's easier this way.

Of course, Seraphima was not necessarily the one to take the easy way-out. She was by no means a lazy creature. If she was, K-01 would have been destined for longer range attacks. In fact, she probably would not have been bothered with becoming a Frame Pilot if she was. There were more idle things she could have been doing than saving the world from monsters. Although, at this moment, she could not think of a single one because she preferred her current position. She did not envy, idolize, nor care to entertain the thought of being anywhere else. She was much too focused of a fighter.

She opened her palms, "I see the target!" Her voice projected into her communication device. A few small blasts came from her gloves as she began heading towards the enemy. Her gliders, like small mechanical fins, moved positions on her back. The jet back blasted her forward; all the while, the young dark-haired Greek had her tools ready in hand, zeroing in on potential weak points of the target, dancing around the blue rain of fire. "K-01 moving in!"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

For approval;

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

WIP

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

^{O U T F I T}

_{^{L O C A T I O N : Sadie's Party
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Princess Sadie @Potter
M E N T I O N S : Drake Edwards @Lava Alckon}}

His sister's response was less than satisfactory, and he could feel a line of contemplation drawing over his own mouth as he cautioned himself from saying anything that would crush her spirits. She was being too naive, and while he always enjoyed her air of innocence -- and was quite in fact keen on guarding it, he only saw this clown toying with his sister and ruining her.

His mind drifted to Lady Thea. He did not want his dearest, most beloved Sadie becoming like her. Suddenly, Prince Felix became aware that he had not thought of her once since stepping foot into the princess' party. He had been so so determined not to let thoughts of her ruin his sister's party, he had not realized that the Lady had not even shown her face. He found it a little odd but shrugged off the thought immediately.

“Your tender heart is most sought after. It is an honest and enjoyable characteristic about you, my sister.” He paused as his eyes gazed over Sir Matthias' son. He was a delightful child, although a little pouty. He was not one to chastise or bring too much criticism over Sir Matthias, though. "Lady Lyra speaks wisely about the subject. Thank you," he nodded to Lady Lyra.

He turned his attention back to the Princess. "I cannot speak any words to adequately explain how cherished you are, as a sister, friend, or especially as a noble of the Caesonian Kingdom. Many more of these letters will come from different avenues in due time. As you said, always guard your heart. It is something you have done well your whole life, my dear sister."

With that, he leaned over and gave her a simple kiss on the cheek.

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

Rap-ture? Suzi didn’t quite understand the implication. It sounded odd and confusing, but the older girl made a joking gesture. Out of nervousness, Suzi smiled agreeably alongside her as she continued listening. It was strangely easier to follow this girl’s lead than Aki-senpai’s.

Suzi’s eyes opened wide at the mention of Digimon. She felt her gaze losing focus as she re-processed this information again. Kudamon was tucked nicely into itself. Resting. Safe.

“Octavia.”

A hand jetted out in front of Suzi. Her eyes regained focus. She took a step back from the brisk movement and blinked several times before putting out her own hand, as well. “Takada Suzuki.” A weak smile formed on her mouth. She felt less assertive, for some reason. Maybe, the excitement was finally wearing on her.

“What did you mean about more than just Digimon inhabiting this world?” She added as she shook Octavia’s hand. She glanced at the others and looked back at Octavia for discernment.