<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Misty: bella screams, trying to break free.</div></blockquote><br/>“Thank you for riding hunter air!” Naya calls out in her best mock ‘pilot’ voice, as her wings pump them higher and higher. “This is your captain speaking, and we’re about to come in for a landing, please flail your arms wildly and scream as loud as you can, because we’re unbuckling your seatbelts!”<br/><br/>The Golden Noose vanishes, and for a heart stopping few moments, Bella is sent flying into the air.<br/>And then she begins falling,<br/>And a pair of massive orange paws with foot long claws wrap around her arms and shoulders, stopping her descent and leaving Bella staring at the city over a hundred feet below.<br/><br/>A grinning metal face peers down at Bella. Technically, it’s a mask, but Naya isn’t a traditional Digimon. She’s modified her code a bit so that her mask matches her facial expressions.<br/>“Hi there, sweet thing.”<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Kora: As Richard moved off the elevator he looked towards the door noticing it was open for once... This actually caught him off guard though he didn't seem too bothered by it as he walked over. The scent of the incense brought a slight smile to his face. Whereas most places he delivered for often smelled heavily of tobacco or other things when he delivered for the Veil there was always something different. Stopping outside of the door he knocked on the frame before entering to ensure he didn't catch her off guard though he highly doubted that would ever happen in a while. "Special delivery for my favourite customer, would you like me to leave the order here or may I come in?" Though the announcement was unnecessary it was still the truth. Out of all of his usual customers Kuzuhamon had always been one of the most interesting and he always enjoyed what little conversations that were had on the deliveries to the veil. It seemed odd that this specific delivery night that was the highlight of his otherwise boring weeks besides whatever craziness happened behind those kitchen doors.</div></blockquote><br/>“Come right in, Richard.” A smooth, mature voice beckons Richard inside. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you last.”<br/><br/>Kuzuha’s room was an… understated affair. A large, comfortable bed to the right, a discreet makeup table to the right (For the nights Kuzuha ‘worked’ with the rest of the Veil girls rather than simply watching over them), and in the center…<br/><br/>Kuzuha herself kneeled before a small shrine, one dedicated to the strange data spirits that granted her their power. Her back is to Richard, so he can only see her long hair, and fifteen foot tall body. She’s removed the purple armor, leaving only the black, skintight underarmor beneath, hiding none of the perfect curves of her body.<br/>She’d look like a giant human woman were it not for the tall fox ears extending from her head.<br/><br/>“Please, would you put it on my bed? I find myself feeling a bit… decadent tonight.” Kuzuha’s voice always has just a hint of smoky temptation in it… it’s as much a part of her nature as her code.<br/>She hasn’t turned around to acknowledge Richard, even though her tone is welcoming… and Richard would know why: Kuzuha’s mask is on her dressing desk.<br/>Kuzuha adhered only to her own rules… which included a few archaic caveats of appearance. Seeing her unmasked face was the big, perhaps only one.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ult: "You don't sound calm," replies Leila, carrying her over to the couch and laying back on it, letting the girl rest against her round belly with the wings gently draped on top of her. "You sound angry, and scared. I can tell you've had bad experiences in the past... And that my offered help won't actually help in the slightest. But still, if there's anything I can do, at all, to convince you that I'm not going to hurt you... Just tell me. I'll respect your wishes and carry them out to the best of my ability, but you cost me a fortune, so I'll expect at least a little work in return, okay?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Yeah right!” Sai growls in response. “The freaking store owners said I was a week from becoming snack food!”<br/><br/>Sai growled and wriggled in an attempt to escape from Leila once again, but finally managed to reign in her temper long enough to go relatively still, lying against the Lugia’s down feathers. As she glared up at the pokemon, Sai muttered. “You can help by letting me go. I won’t try to run away.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">/Yet. I need to get a better look around this island./</span><br/><br/>Sai hasn’t opened much at all… but she seems to have forgotten that Leila can hear her thoughts, or perhaps she just isn’t used to being around a psychic… not that she can be blamed. The shop owner did say she was a troublemaker… what that meant is yet to be seen.<br/><br/>(Jut a warning folks, I got a trip Saturday, may not get on at all. Thanks for being so understanding with my terrible posting.)