[ The early part of the day, Archnemon mostly stays away from the crowds to do some observing from a roof or up a tree instead... and might unintentionally doze off for a light nap due to avoiding sleeping nights so far. Safer, right? Unless someone takes note, of course.
Though it might explain her being out and about when it's much later on and those little gourd creations she'd disregarded earlier seem to now be a potential obstacle in the path to get back to the house. ]
Hn. Not quite like a Pumpmon...? But that is obvious. So... just don't get in my way.
[ It's muttered to herself, as she endeavors to avoid getting tangled up with any of their stray vines, but perhaps someone might be in the area with a similar 'quest'. She's not too bad at stealthy maneuvers after all. ]
[ B. Banquet ]
[ Archnemon--or Kaori, as she has introduced herself to those who ask-- isn't particularly here for the spirit of devotion, but it had been a promised banquet, something others might have heard her complain about them not being greeted with after their arrival, suspicious or not. She's appreciative of the food. Perhaps, a good place to gather information --
Or... is it. The droning is certainly something, the premise familiar in a way she does not like. She's already drawn quite a few comparisons, but there's little else for it. She's here.
In any case, she appreciates having a mask, even if it doesn't quite conceal her eyes, it feels a bit better, to have something there when she had been so robbed previously.
Now, what more was there to do? Last time at the end of the world, she was not given a choice. She did not even get to see the world end, truly, as much as all had ended around her. These 'Old Ones' certainly put a show of the illusion of safety, but she had seen what her own master had done with such power. If they were 'Chosen', then more would be asked of them... until what end?
Thinking again. No, that wouldn't do. Are those visions over yet? They're not so all-encompassing for her, skeptical as she is, and besides, mostly she gets her own flashbacks of no thank you thrown back at her, the difference only being, she at least was here. Whatever that meant. Still, she felt restless, and that just felt all amplified. Living was good, right? And what could one do with that - well, she might be feigning some cheer over it. Play along, and yet... ]
Say - it's all over now, right? Has anyone ever heard of a car around here? Let's find something with wheels and go!
[ Maybe there's some horse-drawn carriage standing around to make a heist of but she suddenly finds that she does not want to stand around here any longer without taking action. Unless you plan on stopping her little robbery, or something. ]
[ C. is for Clairvoyance ]
[ How to pretend you're not having as bad a time as you are:
Is... pretty much the motto Archnemon is trying to go by, perhaps not very successful. Even the showers aren't helping, because there's always too much time for thinking.
It'll be over soon.
How many times had she heard those words, not truly known their meaning until it at last was revealed to her? Words of honeyed comfort. Mostly, she's trying not to be nauseous. Is there something here she can kick around instead? Maybe one of those old rotting pumpkin heads from the day before, not so alive anymore and perhaps less deserving of a kick.
But, she's fine, of course, if anyone asks. If anyone dares ask. Really, the washerwomen are lucky, that to humans she'll put on her best demure smile, even if that bucket might find another use later.
... Meaning, at some point she's built herself a sort of 'person' out of mop and cloths with the bucket for a hat and will just occasionally chuck something at it. And fix it, if it starts to fall apart too much. It's not ideal. Ideally, no one will catch her at this, but... Tch. ]
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Archnemon | Digimon Adventure
[ The early part of the day, Archnemon mostly stays away from the crowds to do some observing from a roof or up a tree instead... and might unintentionally doze off for a light nap due to avoiding sleeping nights so far. Safer, right? Unless someone takes note, of course.
Though it might explain her being out and about when it's much later on and those little gourd creations she'd disregarded earlier seem to now be a potential obstacle in the path to get back to the house. ]
Hn. Not quite like a Pumpmon...? But that is obvious. So... just don't get in my way.
[ It's muttered to herself, as she endeavors to avoid getting tangled up with any of their stray vines, but perhaps someone might be in the area with a similar 'quest'. She's not too bad at stealthy maneuvers after all. ]
[ B. Banquet ]
[ Archnemon--or Kaori, as she has introduced herself to those who ask-- isn't particularly here for the spirit of devotion, but it had been a promised banquet, something others might have heard her complain about them not being greeted with after their arrival, suspicious or not. She's appreciative of the food. Perhaps, a good place to gather information --
Or... is it. The droning is certainly something, the premise familiar in a way she does not like. She's already drawn quite a few comparisons, but there's little else for it. She's here.
In any case, she appreciates having a mask, even if it doesn't quite conceal her eyes, it feels a bit better, to have something there when she had been so robbed previously.
Now, what more was there to do? Last time at the end of the world, she was not given a choice. She did not even get to see the world end, truly, as much as all had ended around her. These 'Old Ones' certainly put a show of the illusion of safety, but she had seen what her own master had done with such power. If they were 'Chosen', then more would be asked of them... until what end?
Thinking again. No, that wouldn't do. Are those visions over yet? They're not so all-encompassing for her, skeptical as she is, and besides, mostly she gets her own flashbacks of no thank you thrown back at her, the difference only being, she at least was here. Whatever that meant. Still, she felt restless, and that just felt all amplified. Living was good, right? And what could one do with that - well, she might be feigning some cheer over it. Play along, and yet... ]
Say - it's all over now, right? Has anyone ever heard of a car around here? Let's find something with wheels and go!
[ Maybe there's some horse-drawn carriage standing around to make a heist of but she suddenly finds that she does not want to stand around here any longer without taking action. Unless you plan on stopping her little robbery, or something. ]
[ C. is for Clairvoyance ]
[ How to pretend you're not having as bad a time as you are:
Is... pretty much the motto Archnemon is trying to go by, perhaps not very successful. Even the showers aren't helping, because there's always too much time for thinking.
It'll be over soon.
How many times had she heard those words, not truly known their meaning until it at last was revealed to her? Words of honeyed comfort. Mostly, she's trying not to be nauseous. Is there something here she can kick around instead? Maybe one of those old rotting pumpkin heads from the day before, not so alive anymore and perhaps less deserving of a kick.
But, she's fine, of course, if anyone asks. If anyone dares ask. Really, the washerwomen are lucky, that to humans she'll put on her best demure smile, even if that bucket might find another use later.
... Meaning, at some point she's built herself a sort of 'person' out of mop and cloths with the bucket for a hat and will just occasionally chuck something at it. And fix it, if it starts to fall apart too much. It's not ideal. Ideally, no one will catch her at this, but... Tch. ]
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