Welcome to Digimon: Kids in America! We are an AU Digimon RP taking place in the fictional Tower City, New Jersey. Tower City was changed forever after it was attacked by a MetalTyrannomon. Digimon seek out human partners while Zony tries to conceal the existence of Digimon from the world. The balance between the Human and Digital Worlds spirals toward chaos.
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Shaun huffed to himself as he walked back and forward in one place. He had been doing this for half an hour now, and it seemed like he'd be doing it for another half too.
For some reason, his limousine driver had decided to screw with Shaun a bit, and was running late. He had to be at a meeting in another hour, which would take a long time to get to from the side of town he was on. This meeting was very important and could have a fatal consequence for one of his investors if he didn't get there. To top it off, some asshole decided to spill coffee on his highly expensive tuxedo.
Basically, everything in this exact shitty moment was becoming very shitty for him.
Eventually, Shaun decided that he couldn't take it anymore, and would walk to the damn meeting. It would take about another hour to get there, but it was better than waiting here all day.
He stood out in front of one of his business buildings, just coming from a conference with his engineering team. All day had been nothing but busy for him, and it didn't seem like he was going to slow down.
This was all very terrible, since Shaun only started doing this type of work recently. Already he was starting to grow grey hair. If he continued this any longer, he would probably end up finally committing suicide.
"Maybe I need a break," he said to himself as he calmly walked through the streets of Tower City. The sun was only now beginning to fall, and yet he had spent most of the day doing nothing but work.
Maybe... He should just stop if this was what all he had to look forward to in his future.
The walkway ahead of him was cut off by some construction work. This was frustrating, since this direct path would lead to the company building that he needed to go to. His only options were to cut across the road (which was impossible since the cars were driving crazy during rush hour), or go around through an alleyway.
Run run run, get your peacock on, baby
Hum hum all them bittersweet jams, lady
"Someone's stars are foreboding, but of what? I do wonder..., don't you?" Anyone could surmise that the man crossing her path was having a bad day. He was far too well dressed to be walking down a suspect alley. Furthermore, he wasn't wearing the proper footwear for being, well wear and tear. He had likely planned to be in a car when choosing his attire for the day. If he even chose it himself. He looked well off enough to not have to. Shes slid off of the crate she had been lounging on sideways, somewhat having to hop to safely get down.
"Oh please won't you let me find out? It's just a small fee to turn the universe on its axis." What utter bullshit. Still, she deserved a pat on the back for the prelude to what hopefully will be an outstanding performance. She really hoped this man was a sucker, or could at least be made into one in his current disposition. She couldn't imagine it was a good one, but she also couldn't imagine struggling to shift her pitch if needed. Confidence was a fault that could be salvaged with even more of itself.
"Perhaps over... coffee?" Her pauses in speech were trailed with femininity, even as she circled the man like a predatory bird. She hadn't missed the stain on suit, and knew the scent of coffee well from her all-nighter study habits. As she half danced - half became diminutive; she minded to stay out of perceivable grabbing range. She didn't know a lot about skirmishing, but he didn't look that lightning quick. To punctuate the offer she grabbed her tarot from behind her on the crate and spread two of the cards in her other hand. She fanned herself with the two cards. "A fee and it'll be three. Your past, present, and future... so what will it be?" Tarot was traditionally a whole lot more complicated than that, but she liked the challenge of summarizing all of someones may haves and bes in just three cards.
Immediately as he turned into the alley, Shaun was stopped dead in his tracks by a strange woman. She sat on a crate. but quickly hopped off of it upon seeing him. Her words were sweet and well placed, but Shaun felt caution when he heard her. And yet, she circled around him, remaining at arm's length away from him, to try and tempt him.
Shaun merely watched the female, staying perfectly still as she pulled out what looked to be like... Tarot Cards?
Oh, now I get it, Shaun thought to himself as the girl offered him a deal. A small fee for a view into his past, present, and future.
In truth, he didn't believe in the psychic powers of human beings, and he was never foolish enough to fall for what this girl was selling.
"My past, future, and present, huh?" he said as he began rubbing his cheeks, mulling over the situation. He had a meeting to attend to, and he would be seen as incompetent if he didn't leave now. However, this entire yeat has been him doing his job without a single hope of relaxation. Here was a beautiful woman, offering her time to him for a fee, and he had the audacity to worry about work?
If Shaun was his younger self, he would've already taken the girl's offer, strung her up over his back, and carried her to the nearest bar.
"Fine..." he finally said after thinking it over. "There is a place not too far from here where we can talk. Coffee isn't something I'm particularly craving right now, but maybe we can have our chat over a meal?"
Shaun promptly turned around and outstretched his arm for the woman to take. He looked at her with a raised brow and a cheeky smile, wondering what she would do next. She probably thought he was just another prey for her to feast on, yet she failed to realize that Shaun was just as devious of a predator as she.
"If you manage to make some satisfying predictions, I'll give you 1,000 dollars."
Run run run, get your peacock on, baby
Hum hum all them bittersweet jams, lady
It never failed to amaze her how often she was invited to eat during readings. Her cards despite this were pristine, not a stain of say, coffee on them. Now that she thought that though the man was probably going to spill something or another on them tonight. She took a few steps back before half-bowing half-gesturing like a gentleperson for him to walk ahead of her and lead the way. Big spenders were always a red card, and considering how abstract innuendos were these days... "What's this place you have in mind called, Mr....?"
She didn't think she was dressed appropriately for somewhere the man would fit in, but he'd be the one embarrassed if anyone, and decidedly not her. It was whatever. Aren was dressed modestly today, so if someone had a problem it really was their problem. She wore faded blue skinny jeans with a black quarter sleeve shirt that was two sizes too big, exposing her right shoulder and a flowery red-pink bra strap. If anything her beige combat boots were the shabbiest thing about the assemble; the leather looking like it had seen actual combat with the laces lazily stuffed into the sides and the stained wool-lined tongue flopping where it damn well pleased. To finish it all off was a green winter jacket with fake brown fur lining the hood.
She wasn't daft enough to have worn her own jewelry or one of her collectible pins in that dank arse alley. Aren slid a thin golden chain up and down a finger as they walked. "You should hold onto the deck. It'll help if it acclimates to your energy sig'. Ya know, like recalibrating a compass on a phone." Yeah, she didn't know her directions off-hand, what of it? As the redhead challenged whatever weirdos reading her mind, she extended the cards once she was in eye-shot of some rowdy looking teens. Rowdiness usually equated itself to randiness, and she would likely be able to manipulate that should this man try to run off with her deck. It be an unusual day if he did, but it be no more unusal than someone paying one hundo for a reading, nevermind one thousando.
How sad, she didn't take his offered elbow. It was only to be expected, though, since she did seem like a hoodling. She probably didn't trust Shaun as a stranger. This was all fine by him, as her merely being here was enough for him to enjoy himself with.
"The place is called Mooks. It's a family restaurant." Of course, it was also funded by the Pain family, so Shaun was very knowledgeable about it. it was only one of the many diners that Shaun actually owned. This one was highly famous, though, as its cooking was praised as being the most divine.
When the girl offered the deck to him, Shaun stared at it with a tilted head for a while before he took it.
"Acclimate to my energy?" he repeated those words questioningly and with a wide grin "Is that what you tell every customer to make them feel special? I'll give you a fair warning, my energy is pretty prominent. These cards might not be able to take it all at once."
Shaun released a chuckle. He was never stupid enough to play into this woman's BS, but it was fun to entertain himself with her. He still had doubts that this card reading would amount to anything, but he also had an opened mind about the whole thing. After seeing giant digital dinosaurs fighting giant digital birds, there was practically no idea that Shaun could completely turn down.
"C'mon, the diner is this way."
Shaun led the lady across the street and to a building that looked more like an apartment complex than a diner. As they walked in, they needed to move up a few steps until they got to reception desk. There, Shaun handled all the talking since he knew what to do already.
The first thing to note of this place was the overall atmosphere. Most like many family diners, this one had a friendly atmosphere, and many of the employers said high to Shaun and the lady accompanying him as they passed by.
The process of getting a seat was quick, and Shaun had a waitress walk him and the tarot psychic onto a 2nd floor balcony, where a table for two was prepared. Shaun picked one side of the table, and signaled for the lady to sit on the other. Once she did, he happily gave her cards back to her.
"So, did they collect enough of my energy?" he said with obvious sarcasm. "By the way, I never got your name. Most people call me Shaun. And you are?"