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Who: Simon, Lagann, Particular Hunters
What: Next target
When: February 3rd, Night [Slight frontdate]
Where: Junk City
In a lot of ways, this was where Simon first started his journey in the Digital World. Certainly, he had been there for some weeks before he came to Junk City; he had met Lagann, and they had traveled on foot through the countryside. But here, he had met Yoshino, Miki, Megumi, and their partners... from that, he arrived in Tetha. He forged connections and friendships that would build towards where he was now. And after falling into the darkness of his heart again, he would arirve BACK at Tetha...
And from there, everything changed for him.
Tetha, Tetha...
It always came back to Tetha somehow.
In some ways, he expected it would again.
These were the thoughts foremost in Simon the Digger's mind as he walked through some of the danker, darker areas of Junk City. And though he was moving, he was waiting.
Expecting what would surely rain upon him if he kept himself out in the open.
A nice, juicy target.
"Is... this such a good idea, Simon?" The crimson Armadimon called Lagann asked, trailing behind him.
Simon gave a cocky smirk. "With some of the folks topping whatever hit list is being passed around?" he asked, moving out of an alley and onto the street. "Couldn't think of a better one, really."
What: Next target
When: February 3rd, Night [Slight frontdate]
Where: Junk City
In a lot of ways, this was where Simon first started his journey in the Digital World. Certainly, he had been there for some weeks before he came to Junk City; he had met Lagann, and they had traveled on foot through the countryside. But here, he had met Yoshino, Miki, Megumi, and their partners... from that, he arrived in Tetha. He forged connections and friendships that would build towards where he was now. And after falling into the darkness of his heart again, he would arirve BACK at Tetha...
And from there, everything changed for him.
Tetha, Tetha...
It always came back to Tetha somehow.
In some ways, he expected it would again.
These were the thoughts foremost in Simon the Digger's mind as he walked through some of the danker, darker areas of Junk City. And though he was moving, he was waiting.
Expecting what would surely rain upon him if he kept himself out in the open.
A nice, juicy target.
"Is... this such a good idea, Simon?" The crimson Armadimon called Lagann asked, trailing behind him.
Simon gave a cocky smirk. "With some of the folks topping whatever hit list is being passed around?" he asked, moving out of an alley and onto the street. "Couldn't think of a better one, really."