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Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Did someone say omake?

Uh-oh kitty kitty

ATLAS, Siggy thought, was reasonably secure. At least secure enough to avoid dealing with birds swallowed by vents, mice chewing on wires, wannabe tamers, and other equally annoying pests. As such, after a particularly long day, it didn't seem unreasonable for him to stay late and open a bottle of hard liquor. It was pretty relaxing. Pretty good, even. Enough so he had no idea when Ari's cat had ended up sitting on his desk, staring at him the same way he stared at the occasional wild lizard. Well. Siggy shook the half-emptied bottle at him.

"Kitty want some?" It was probably the alcohol, but right now sharing a drink with Sparta sounded somehow like an amazing idea. When Sparta didn't react, Siggy staggered to his feet and opened a nearby drawer, groping through its contents until he found the decorative candy dish an employee had bought him months ago. So it did have a use after all.

"Y'know, I heard cats were worshipped in ancient times." Such a random thing to say as he poured about half the remaining contents into the dish. "So, Sparta, I guess - I guess this is my offering to you!" He tried lifting the candy dish again and nearly dropped it. Nevermind. He tapped the area on his desk beside the dish instead. And now he knew he was drunk because he swore he saw Sparta nod appreciatively before walking over and lapping up from the bowl.

Siggy had never considered himself alcoholic - even after having to put up with a LOT from his old team, he thought he drank a reasonable amount. Now, though, he reconsidered as Sparta was now leaning against him, nuzzling his face into his side and being a goddamn tiger.

Literally. A goddamn tiger. Siggy didn't know when the 'change' occurred but clearly he was more drunk than he realized.

There was a sudden spitting noise and Siggy barely focused his eyes enough to see a kid wiping his face on his arm, setting the candy dish back down. At his side, Sparta laughed. Somehow.

"How can you drink that stuff?" Ah, he knew the voice. Sparta's other 'owner'. Well, sorta. He came around a lot for Sparta anyways.

"Well, how can you get- get in my office?" Siggy paused. "Is it morning?"

"Nah, not even midnight. I'm just here for Sparta." The kid flicked his wrist towards the current tiger, who immediately growled.

"No. It's warm here." Wait, where had Siggy heard that voice before?

"So I'll put you by a radiator." Weird, it was like the kid actually heard the cat speak. "Come on, you'll thank me in the morning."

"No."

"C'mon, Sparta and I - it's nice." Siggy knew his words were slurring. The kid huffed.

"Really, Sparta. We gotta go. You're just lucky he's drunk."

"I know." Could tigers even smirk? Sparta sure was now. Siggy chuckled.

"...fine." And then Siggy began wondering if the kid was even there as he glowed and suddenly his skin was black and there were two...floaty...circles... hanging in the air beside him. One glowed, and Sparta was lifted up by some unseen hand. He protested, though it clearly had no effect. "Well-" The kid 'waved' at Siggy, sounding as if he were grinning even though there was no face visible beyond the yellow eyes. "See ya later!" And with that, kid and tiger levitated out of his office.

Fuck. He REALLY needed to drink less.

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We need Grey or |V|

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I see we discovered the mastermind.

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Then here's hoping Iris makes it. Voting Conrad, Serena, and Karyl as new likely candidates.

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Octavia

When the bear first showed up, Octavia stared - where had - it? he? - come from? How had he slipped past them all? Then again, she didn't recall seeing everyone enter, so perhaps the bear had snuck in similarly. But when he called himself their headmaster, her jaw slackened. But... he was just a toy. How could he be in charge? She raised her bow, but apparently he had no intention of taking questions. Just kept talking. Kinda soothing in an odd way - added a dose of normalcy to the tense quiet entryway. Regardless, she kept her bow raised, hoping to get a chance to ask how he had accomplished that, being a toy and all.

And then the topic of murder came up. Her bow hand trembled, causing the bow to seize in the air. She could hear Morgan's cards fall from his hands and hit the floor. Murder... no, she could stay here. She could learn to make do. She could not kill. She hoped everyone else felt the same. It wouldn't be so bad, right? Living together, becoming friends, maybe even showing off their skills. She nodded faintly as the bear handed her the card. Though the lack of locks bothered her. She clutched the handle of her violin case a bit tighter. Yes, she could write, but the theft of her violin would be as bad as stealing a person's voice. Writing lacked emotion and sentiment.

Karyl

"...this can't be happening," Karyl finally said once Monokuma vanished in smoke. "Oi, Magician-"

"If you were going to ask about trap doors, floor looks solid to me," Morgan replied, sounding distracted. Karyl rolled her eyes.

"Go look." Morgan shrugged, picking up her cards before walking to where Monobear had vanished, looking over the floor. Two guys were freaking out - one was the guy she'd seen fallen in the hallway, who claimed to have a talent of Luck. Maybe send them both off to the cafeteria. And then the Fashion Designer - Rosemary, right - spoke up. Right track, but...

"There are sixteen of us. Groups of three aren't going to work out so well. Not that it'll help anyways if two of them gang up on the third." Perhaps she had been in too many performances, but it struck her as a legitimate concern. If people wanted out, they'd find loopholes. "How about we start easy? Who actually wants to leave?" She had begun to raise her hand - she wasn't going to lie, she'd get rusty staying here, and she'd miss the stage before long. Might as well figure out who else might take advantage of the motive.

Then Morgan coughed, the kind of sound meant to grab attention. Karyl nearly threw both hands up into the air. "What?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about Monokuma's words. A few just struck me as a bit odd. 'Despairful actions', right?" She glanced to Iris - who, Karyl realized, had a rather familiar color scheme. "Iris, what was your talent again?" Karyl took a step back, stepping on some of Octavia's papers in the process. The mute violinist seemed too unnerved to complain.

Pokemon - Species Screwery

To be fair, you did confirm for me this wasn't okayed so not so much a Shedinja'ing

Pokemon - Species Screwery

You realize Missingno can canonically (for a given value of canon) warp reality, right? Did you talk to Ob or Unending?

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

TOB PLZ

Happy birthday, Psych.

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Shortpostisshort

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Karyl

Karyl had begun to calm down - no thanks to anyone else. Liar? Thief? Torture specialist? Despair? What kind of sociopaths was she staying with? She could count the number of people she could trust not to murder her on one hand! And when Morgan chuckled, flipping her eyepatch back down and shuffling her cards once more, Karyl struggled to mask her distaste.

"It can't be anything worse than what we've heard so far," she said in response to Lucas' introduction. Octavia's bow clattered on the ground and Karyl sighed as she picked it back up. "You're fine, Octavia." Octavia accepted the bow back, looking much less despondent.

"Am I?" Morgan asked.

"No." Karyl looked to the steel door. "Well, Anna, if you steal, think you could get this door open?" She was already fed up with this little joke. It looked solid, yeah, but if she was so good, she could give it a shot.