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Abruptly, with a shotgun SLAM, the nearest door exploded open and went crashing to the floor farther into the room. If no door had been there before, there was now.

The diminutive, unassuming figure of a little old man stood in the now vacant door frame which may or may not have been there previously. His dark face was a mask of smug revulsion, and his eyes - ancient emeralds screaming out from beneath the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat - darted from person.

”Aaaaaaalright jackwagons!” He squawked, his voice a grating, high-pitched sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard. ”Let’s do this @#$%! Who’s next! Now that ol’ Grandpa’s here the party can really start!”

Storming into the place proper, the little man planted his withered hands on the hips of his ridiculously swagariffic crimson fox hunting coat, puffing out his cheeks as his visceral glare jumped from person to person. Pushing up the brim of his hat with one finger, the old coot briefly glanced upward with a momentarily thoughtful expression - at which point he seemed to come to some conclusion. Grandpa spun on a heel and found himself facing down a ‘young’ man with vibrant blue hair. The old fart’s scowl only deepened as he took a few slinking steps closer.

”Cocky, huh? I’ll show you cocky, boy!” Stopping before the guy, Grandpa folded his arms at his chest, looking him up and down as if he were appraising a statue - and one he did not particularly like, at that. ”Welly welly well, look like we done got us a smooth-talkin’ Loaaaahd-O-Death-An’-Shadows here, don’t we? Hooooboy is Grandpa gettin’ sick’a you edgy @#$%s! Look at ‘ya!”

He flailed one ancient hand up and down, gesturing at the man. ”Leeeet me guess. You got you some diddly-done-darkness powers dont’cha? Oooh I bet you do! Some darn’tootin’ spoopy shadow magic, ooooOOOOOoo~!!”

He waggled his fingers rudely in the blue-haired man’s face. ”An’ I bet you’re a whole lot older than ya’ look, ain’t’cha? Oh yes, you’re a ~special~ one, yesserriee you is. Lemme guess, lemme guess-” Taking a step back, the old man adopted a mocking ‘thoughtful’ pose, pouting and squinting as if he were facing some serious quandary in the mos absurd manner possible. Then he snapped his fingers and held one up in the air - his scowl shifting to a wicked grin.

”Got it! You’s the ol’ grim reaper himself aren’t ya’? Some kinda suuuper scary ~Angel of Death~ or some @#$% right? Ah? Hooohoho that’s just precious! Hey everybody, check out mister tall, dark an’ broody over here! He gestured toward the others present, as if he wasn’t already the center of attention with that screeching voice of his and the fact that he was totally dressing down some dude who may or may not have deserved it. Swinging his harsh glare back to the guy, he pressed on ”Lemme’ guess bub, you ain’t got much real flaws at all, don’t’cha? Nah, nope, you’s biggest flaw is that you done all brooding and solitary, right? Ooh, ain’t that romaaaAAAAAaantic~! Y’all done treat yo’self like some kind’ a classy lil’ smooth talkin’ swanky-danky little @#$% ay?”

Abruptly, and without any provocation, Grandpa’s fake mirth drained away and a sneer of utter contempt became him like an aspect. ”Well, jackwagon, I don’t done care no how old an’ edgy you is. An’ I ain’t impressed!”

Having said all he had for the moment, Grandpa again spun on a heel and scanned over the others, awaiting his own appraisal with a cocky smirk that positively swamped with bravado.

”Well, let’s have it! Whatche’ done think’a o’ Grandpa here hah? C’mon I ain’t got all day! Chap Chap!”

The rouge-ish elf chuckled, a low pleasant sound at first that soon turned into a crazed laugh as he finally lost his balance and fell from the bar stool he'd been sitting on. Splayed out on his back, laughing like he was going to wet himself, his wild, silvery grey, tangled hair lying on the floor around him. Eventually his laughter turned into drunken smelly hiccups and he finally spoke. "Aye, well done Gramps." He practically gasped as he staggered up, a grin plastered on his scruffy yet handsome face, still trying to control his laughter. "You're a man ah' kin respect sir." He giggled and hiccuped again, swaying on his feet, brown bottle dangling from his fingertips, somehow having survived. "A right old mule-ish and straightforward, badass."

"Isn't that a bit of a spectacle? I can definitely drop some voltage if someone needs to see what a goddess can puu~" >_< "Who's bored?"

It appears from out of nowhere, from the corner of an eye. A red glow takes over as the masked figure looms over tiny being in quite unpleasant attire, at least, for his pitiful standards. For a moment that feels like an eternity, the gaze fixates with the 'victim', and what appears to be a daredevil for a challenge walks forward and utters...

"P-Pfft... Get dressed."

"What? But, wait! There's no fun in being dressed! A woman's gotta wear what she wants, hey!"

Snow was seated on a roof of a building and looked at Akumi, "You seem to be someone who likes to have fun, maybe we could pull a prank on someone sometime." Snow said with a giggle as she made it snow lightly.

> Asami turns to Akumi and Snow~
"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~"
> She is feeling rather loopy. This is what boredom does to her.

He takes a sip of his alcohol... “you seem well uhh energetic... he rolls his eyes “Are you high or something?”

"No wonder your family got in trouble." - The dreadful voice of a masked figure stabs right at the Detective's softest spot. - "That's what you get from being a nosy detective."

((We could work on a RP pitch if you don't mind science fiction, even!))

The towering, bizarre alien observed the battered individual closely, rolling their slitted eyes over him in a swift consideration of what threat level he might have posed to them- then it determined that he was no more than a Homo Sapien, a creature they had often heard referred to as only being dangerous in which their sheer numbers overwhelmed that of any other species in the entire galaxy. They had never seen such a subject outside of the depictions from their own Auton companion, and they were almost vaguely disappointed to see that this being was a member of the so called 'humans' that had become such a threat to many communities of interstellar creatures alike.

Nonetheless, they knew better than to underestimate a subject based off their appearance alone.

They tapped the advanced translator that had been built into their suit, clearing their ragged throat in an exaggerated display- as if to ensure they had the thing's attention. "You are...what, exactly? Not a synthetic creation by any means, but enhanced by cybernetics nonetheless. An intriguing specimen, truly- I have not seen such an individual in my years."

"Oho? Most curious...many beings away from Alrest just look the same as any Homs, this though is truly alien in comparison."

A Possible contender for my next artifical magic experiment.

Blaise was leaning against a wall when he heard Yumemi, "So, you like to do experiments on people? As long as they do not threaten the world or you get a bounty on your head, I will not interfere."

"Hmm..... You seem to be like me in some ways." Youmu explained out loud as her phantom half floated behind her head looking like a white ball/blob with a tail at the end like a certain unmentionable.

He raised an eyebrow “you seem interesting... I’ve never seen anything like it...” he observed her “you a ghost or something?” He sighs and lights his cigarette

> Suddenly, a digital rip in spacetime appears.
"Oops, wrong world. Though it must have cases if there is a detective here."
> Ami decides to have a look around in spite of the distant protests of Nokia.

"Most curious...I detect a unique form of artificial life data from that device you hold...in fact...the life seems to be pure data..."

"That's a Digimon, or a Digital Monster. As long as everyone has been going digital, Digimon have existed in the Digital World. I've taken to solving cases involving them lately. We won't normally see each other unless you send a case my way or someone else implicates you in a case. Either way, this is what you'll see and who we are~"

"I am most curious how these data lifeforms manifest on their own rather than a core like a Blade does..."

"A god huh? What are you a god of? Water? War? Chairs? Well whatever it doesn't matter. It might be fun fighting a god though, I wonder if they can be killed like normal humans or if they're really as almighty as most people think. I wonder I wonder..."