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{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Asura's House}

Bobbi leaned backwards away from Kyla as the taller woman decided to go nose-to-nose. It was an instinctual reaction to anyone being close enough to breathe on her. Not that she thought Kyla was likely to have bad breath, considering all the tea she drank, but better safe than sorry. As the other woman spoke, Bobbi started to laugh, and reached out to gently tap Kyla on the nose just as someone spoke up from elsewhere in the room. Her head whipped around—and kricked a little, causing her to wince and use the hand she had been intending to gently tap with to rub her neck instead.

That voice…

"Rhiko?"

She was immediately distracted by someone entering the room and the pink Digimon thing conversing with her. Bobbi had her mouth open to pipe up with "It's totally Oz, right?" when one of the sleepers started screaming. A thoroughly undignified yelp emerged from Bobbi's open mouth, and she jumped about half a foot and stared at the screaming girl. One hand went over her chest in a vain effort to still her rapidly beating heart. But the screaming soon stopped, only to be replaced with silly quips on par with ones Bobbi herself might make, which of course caused the brunette to start laughing.

And then Kyla was the first to realize where they were, and Bobbi stopped. Stopped laughing, pretty much stopped breathing, stopped moving. Just… stopped. She needed to process this, and her mental operating system went into kernel panic from information overload. If that pink thing was a Digimon, and they were in the Digital world, then who's flying the plane?!what the actual flying mother of ******** was going on?

It was only when another voice she recognized happened again that Bobbi was snapped from her daze. Her head whipped around again—and she was now expecting her first ever case of whiplash, but dammit, it was an instinctual reaction!—to focus on the latest familiar voice. Her eyes widened, her mouth formed an "o," and she pointed dramatically at him.

"Dude! Banshee!" she exclaimed, her tone equal parts accusatory, excited, and confused.

{James : File City : Asura's House}

Kyla had actually called out his name along with Rhiko? He was here too? He looked over to the only other awake man on the couch and again by voice realized it was indeed him. None of it made any sense as he looked around at everyone else who was starting to wake up. There were way too many speaking for James to really be able to think things through well. His thought processes went even more off track as Kyla came to the realization that they were in the Digital World and that was immediately after confirmed by Karina.

'Wait... the Digital World...? Which makes Asura a real life digimon...' "Fryd dra vilg ec kuehk uk!?" he blurted the last part out, not caring if anyone understood what he had said given it was Al Bhed. (translation: What the %#*! is going on?)

It was all just too much and James didn't know what to do or think. He was glad that he wasn't the only one who seemed to be completely and utterly confused. That was when another familiar voice sounded out. The young man's head snapped in the direction of Banshee who had just woken up and blatantly blurted out about Kyla being in her pajamas. James couldn't help but chuckle lightly trying to focus more on their hosts hoping for more information. It seemed that he knew everyone there though aside from a few of the girls. One of which seemed to want nothing to do with anything, getting ready to leave the house.

Digimon was by no means James' favorite series as a kid, not because he didn't like it but more because he had a hard time keeping track of when it was on as a kid. However, he had given a few of the series a shot about a year ago and enjoyed watching them after working in his shop in the evening.

'I never thought that rewatching them would come in handy as it will now.' he thought with a sigh waiting for things to settle down so they could hopefully figure out what they were going to do. While it was great to see/meet friends for the first time, he didn't feel like that exact moment was the best time, especially since they were all trying to get their thoughts together as well.

'Pretty good bet we're stuck here. Guess I might as well enjoy this time away from work and the shop and just not worry about it.'

((Aira-File City-Asura's House))

Too many people for her own tastes, and a girl with....pink hair....okay then, tried to book it out as well. Wait a minute here, pink hair... Seriously if that is natural Aira is going to kill someone or something. Like who in the right mind has their hair fully that really gross cotton candy pink? Like her classmate form costuming did, but that looked really cool because it was a vivid hot pink Mohawk. It was very, pardon the eighties, radical. Anyways, reeling the train of thought back, that girl was probably not from Earth and she is probably from some Anime or something. She called the Digimon a Pokemon as well, which the Mon' wars back in the day would have flipped the ever loving hell out of there.

As much as she would like to leave the large amount of people, unfortunately for her, Aira doesn't, wouldn't, couldn't leave Kyla alone in here. Always one whom attract the karmic weird s**t of everything, the very disgruntled little girl only can face palm as she takes in the action of all the people.

Some dude really haven't seen girls in pajamas before? Wow what would his wank material have to be, super fully clothed people? Aira shrugged as her author(herself based on character) slapped herself in the face as well because truly that would be the first thing crossing the minds. Being too overly dressed herself, Aira only could sigh as she watched the man bumble in his own embarrassment, turning her attention to the others. Apparently his name is Banshee according to the point and words of the next person.

The girl who started laughing at her phrases, Aira thinks she is fine in her books for now. Apparently her name was Bobbi? From what Kyla has spoken, Aira almost wanted to slam her forehead into the wall for attempting to remember names. ******** remembering anything actually. However, Bobbi is easy enough to remember, it's got Bob in it. Who the hell is Rhiko, sounds like usernames right now. Oh...... Aira face-palmed as she sorta made a sound between a strangled giraffe and a dying goat. She does know some of these people after all. She remembered the times Kyla would read out the forums to her years prior.

This Rhiko, whom Aira would have thought to be a girl, was actually a male. He pulled off one of his shirts and handed it to 'Banshee'Luke. Ah the name is Luke, Skywalker okay stop with the dumb references. Cover your panties? ...Ahahahahaha that would a hilarious d**k joke right there if it was the actual intention of the other man. Giving Rhiko, didn't get his real name yet...wait, rolling back the memory. He is either James or Saeran, according to Kyla. Anyways, stop getting really sidetracked, it's more whiplash that what Bobbi is probably getting from the neck whipping back and forth. Giving Rhiko a nod of approval, she continued talking mental notes on everyone else.

James or Saeran, he definitely swore something. Yeah that should be the correct reaction really. Not much to this guy yet, though should keep one eye on him.

Ending off with the person whom slapped herself. another good response to the happens, Aira wondered if she was just the crazy one not doing the reacting thing. She pointed out Bobbi's Gaia username....OHHHH!

"Ohhhhh! I know what this is now! It's a gather of summoners-stop brain stop League no bad, gathering of people from that one thing yeah....thanks brain for not functioning you piece of turd. Anyways, Mizu-Bobbi was it? You're cool, like Insec Lee Sin plays cool." She started off with saying, and then followed up. "Rhiko, are you Saeran or James, not sure thanks. You're cool, though not sure if you know the joke you just pulled off." She then turned to Luke and said, "You know, I have seen, touched, measured and dressed a bunch of nearly-naked people before. It's not that bad." Being a costume designer, she has seen, touched (with a measuring tape and a two inch metal distance part for the in seam measurements) and measured, of course, and dressed all nicely a bunch of people in their underwear. Seriously, one you measure the distance around one really nice thigh you touched all the thighs in general.

"And we are in the digi-world....awesome, where's my partner so I can totally see if it turns into something completely horrifying like Piedmon or something. Hell I would love to have a Piedmon partner, all the clown jokes in the world. Or maybe a Beelzemon, I really liked that one." Instantly listing 'evil' digimon, people should be a bit wary of what goes on in her brain half of the time. "Oh also I place bets that a Leomon of some sort will die, turned into data, whatever in the time we are here!"

(Wait, I don't think Luke is in his underwear, I think he was mentioning Kyla in her Pajamas....)

[[Saeran : File City : Asura's House]]

Sei looked at Aira, raising an eyebrow, he opened his mouth to reply to the comment about Leomon's death, but stopped short when a far more entertaining comment rose to the opportunity of scrutiny. Kai made a b-line out the door Karina had motioned to while Sei mimicked her voice jokingly, "It's... not like I want senpai to notice me... sheesh." Sadly, she'd already escaped out the door before the comment could reach her so instead he returned to Aira, the girl with the morbid imagination.

"Sooo, we're taking bets? Betting a leomon will die is kinda cheating, it's almost inevitable like the sunrise. Better yet, who'll die first... a Leomon or a Wizardmon? My bets are on Wizardmon. As much as I love playing mage classes in my games, you're always the first to go down if anything goes wrong. At least Leomon is tankier and can take a hit."

{Bobbi .:. File Island .:. Asura's House}

"Bobbi-nee." Just hearing that brought a surge of familiarity and the sense of comfort only being with her friends brought, and the young woman laughed again. This was followed by the sounds of someone speaking Al Bhed--specifically, the only words she knew in Al Bhed, plus a few more. And the swearing was in a familiar voice, to which Bobbi responded with yet another dramatic point and a very teasing "James you shut your whore mouth, I sware on me mum!"

Someone else caught her attention, and asked about her Gaia username. Bobbi's face lit up, and she excitedly raised her hand and grinned like a loon.

"Mizu Kage Hikari, present and accounted for! Feel free to call me Mizu. Or Bobbi. Or 'hey, b***h!' I respond to all of 'em."

Someone else mentioned her screen name and compared her to something Bobbi had no familiarity with, so she just grinned and went with it. She assumed it was a complement, considering the obscure reference was preceded by "you're cool." Finally, someone thought she was cool! Usually she got "you're cute" upon introduction for some weird reason. The occasional "sweet" she could understand, considering she was either the surrogate big sister or surrogate mom to what felt like half of Tumblr at this point (in reality it was only a couple of the people she followed, plus 100% of her friends). Something the others were saying caught her attention, and she immediately went into pseudo-flip mode.

"Whoa, hey, no mention of death! No one's gonna die! I will not have the Sean Bean of Digimon die on my watch, dammit!"

Of course, the words triggered something in her mind, and despite the general gaiety and confusion of so many friends finding themselves smack-dab in the middle of a childhood fantasy, Bobbi sobered rather quickly. If this wasn't some sort of mass hallucination or stupendously vivid dream, death was a real possibility. Suddenly she found herself more grateful than usual that she carried a first aid kit in her purse, mediocre though it may be. They'd probably wind up needing all of her bandaids and pain killers.

Wait, her purse! Where was the Handbag of Holding? A frantic look around revealed the bag close by, and Bobbi pulled it to her and plunked it safely on her lap. She decided not to stand or otherwise move from her spot on the floor, and just cuddled into her bag and watched the proceedings unfold.

Meanwhile, in the back of her mind, she was already comparing this to the RP she and her friends had been playing for her entire adulthood and then some. And she found herself making note of how everyone acted in person. Was Rhiko likely to go the route of Louis in the RP? Would any of these people she found herself with turn into the Digital World's version of Cory? Was she at all likely to flip her s**t and fight against her friends? She hoped not. She most devoutly hoped not.

The dark side may have cookies but that's not enough to entice me, she decided right then and there. These are my friends, and in the absence of Joe!momma, I have to look after them. ...despite at least one of them being older than me.

((Aira-File City-Asura's House))

Because of her semi-childish tendancy at random intervals, Saeran's comment prompted up a reaction of her saying "Nii-san, I love you~ I hope Toyota senpai will notice me."

As a pun on the cars and that Nii-san means brother and making another cheap shot at all the really bad brother-sister animes. Also, her favourite car is a Toyota, and Mercedes senpai would just be a mouthful. After saying that, she made an exaggerated choking noise and gagging. Aira hates saying things like that as much as they are a reflex for some odd reason.

"Bharg-ugh, someone punch me next time I do that." She muttered to no one and then thought about the bet conversation she was still having.

"I wouldn't put bets on a Wizardmon, knowing a certain someone would kill me if I let one die. But at the same time, it's not about the tankiness, it's about getting one-shot. Either way, I don't really gamble unless I know I will win." Aira stated, because she is the kind of person to rig things to her favour for a win, and which as much as she has very questionable moral horizons, she isn't rigging deaths. That isn't cool.

And Bobbi confirmed whom is whom. James was the cursing pirate and Saeran is the bet thrower. At one of Bobbi's lines though, Aira had to say, "Death for digimon isn't that bad. They just turn into digi-eggs, at least their rebirth is already stated. Of course, this is not counting stupid outside sources that would make that not possible. Humans still have yet to figure out if they can be reborn, so unless anyone really wants to YOLO this whole situation, then we aren't going to be dying." And under her breath. "Besides, the one dying is probably going to be this idiot saving people ugh...." Stupid and dumb part of her brain telling her she must give 110% when it comes to saving people or helping people but she still can't remember all the god damm laws.

Luke did a very good one liner, which Aira gave a small golf clap at that. Personally, she prefers pants herself...just because there are more uses for pants than shirts. More fabric for situations that require it.

Jeans? Actually now thinking about it, never in her life has she seen Kyla wearing jeans at all. Hell actually she though the girl was allergic to denim for the longest time, though she had to rummage through her brother's laundry sometimes so that wouldn't have been the case.

It was like the two had twin telepathy sometimes, even though they are not related, probably comes from being around each other for that long. Aira already started to unzip her large backpack and pull out from somewhere a medium sized grey box which is her portable sewing kit. Note, portable. Her big one is still at home.

"Do you mind if I cut up some of your stuff?" Aira asked Karina, her expression of a psychopath ready to cut human flesh more than just mere cloth, wide eye and creepy large smile.. That and she took out her fabric scissors, all 9 inches of that steel sharpened blade, and was snipping in the air like a mad man. She just couldn't wait to get her hands on textures and into her zone.

[Kyla: File City: (Dressing room?) Asuras house]


“I understand, thank you.” The girl replied as eventually she was left to herself to look around. She slid open dresser drawers and sure enough found jeans, some pants, various tops, some worn down by wear and tear of course, others discolored- either they were worn down by time or surely grown out of. She did understand what Asura meant now by the reallly really long time ago mention- because she found a remnant of the times- Lace. It was here or there, bits from hems, and to her great delight she found a shawl! It had lots of rips in it, afterall it was delicate- but that only meant ti was fair game to remake.
Taking various articles she found around the room, and looking herself in the mirror- Kyla opened her sketch book and began to design something. She didn’t want to discard her own clothing, it was stilll useful- it just needed an upgrade and combined with the things she found-“ this would work…” she mumbled. Something light to move around in, but with layers for comfort in various conditions that no doubt this world had. It wasn’t like a dressphere, but she’d do her best- though she’d need help.
Standing up from the pile of clothes, she cracked open the door again to the living room and called for the seamstress already apparently procuring permission to recycle some of Karina’s old clothes.
“ Aira? Do think Karina would mind I make something from these? They’re a close fit but not…entirely the same.” She admitted, looking down at her front. Kyla wondered just how ‘developed’ Karina was when she first entered the digital world. Since it had a habit for sucking in children and teenagers-
Kyla very much had the body of a grown woman, and would have to accommodate for that.
Meanwhile some people went outside, there were still a few she did not recognize- one in particular who she could see from behind the door-Kage she called herself?
“Nice to meet you in person.” She said, looking between the crack in the door and frame.

((Aira-File City-Asura's House))

Aira happily pranced into the area and looked at Kyla with sparkling eyes. “Guess who gets to measure you again~!” Aira delightfully joked, because she already knows most of them anyways from previous measurements. It just sounded funnier in her brain and your mouth ran before it could catch up with her thoughts.

Through all the bits and pieces Kyla pulled out already, the girl dove into the other bits and pieces for things with interfacing or plain colour cotton pieces so she could use it as lining against the cold if they will be heading to ice area and easy cleaning. It doesn’t matter what colour it is, thankfully Aira knows a lot of natural dying techniques where with the right stuff she can do some crazy things with fabrics.

“Sketching again? Maybe give yourself a hat or something like that. Keep that soft spot on your head safe from everything that may want to grab at your hair.” Aira almost literally sung her words out as tiny fingers ran themselves around on the different clothing and plucking them out at the speed of an industrial sewing machine, other known as really fast.

“Since we don’t have a sewing machine around here, I can probably hand tack most of the seams together and do some loop stitches to hold stuff together. We may have to run some backstitches along places where it will get more stressed on but that’s easily done. “Aira muttered to herself as she found herself already cutting away at the seams to separate the parts of a white cotton shirt to convert into inserts for things to fit around Kyla’s curvy parts which the size of the articles here wouldn’t have fitted over.

“Once you are done doing your sketch Kai, show me so we can get this done quickly and hurry off into the dangers and horrors of the digital world. Which reminds me….” Aira trailed off as she grabbed a few shirts and other things and cackled while shoving these into her backpack for later reasons.

Knowing her, it was probably due to her personally named 'Future Sight' where she has a feeling or an instinct of something and will respond correctly to it. She doesn't know what is going to happen, or when, but when it does happen, it would be glorious.