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PHOENIX
Has, unfortunately, with the conclusion of the last major operation, begun preparing for the next one. His relationship with Futaba and Falcon repaired and those immediate concerns dealt with, he'd spent the bulk of spring working, with care, on honing those skills of his which did not involve Personas. Midnight, whatever her thoughts on the matter, needed help- and Violet's plea for assistance would not go unanswered.

Throughout most of April and May, he could be found, frequently, at Shujin- a location which had been selected for its abundance of space and his reasonable certainty that nobody cared if it got slightly exploded. And so, the courtyard had become something of an impromptu practice range for a number of inventive uses of Goetic magic- interspersed with occasional minor explosions, gunfire, and of course interspersed with the odd expletive, suggesting possible injury.

When not engaged with the noble sport of wrecking a high school that nobody liked, he was, usually, in or around Yongen-Jaya, whether at home relaxing, or spending time at Leblanc, enjoying the sacred ritual that was his afternoon coffee.

There was also, of course, the frequent trips to Tartarus, which were always open to all and ran at least once or twice a week.

RENÉE
Renée, of late, had been doing an amount of soul-searching. A mortal life had been chosen, and that left, largely, the unanswered question of... what now?

In truth, she was bored. Her skillset included combat and an encyclopaedic knowledge of mythology and literature, which by most metrics qualified her to be a librarian or a better class of mercenary and not much else. Her favorite haunt had gone out of business, and that left her in the unfortunate position of needing to come up with a hobby... without actually knowing how to have one. To such an end, she'd enlisted the aid of her friends and comrades to help her be... for lack of a better term, human.

WOLF AND ROOKMON
Recovery was... a process, and not a destination. Certainly Wolf was doing better- but better was not the same thing as well. But the important thing was, he was occasionally spotted actually out and about, whether it be fishing, which was always a favored pastime, or even attempting (in vain) to teach Rookmon about the finer points of one of the arcades in Akihabara.

... Begrudgingly, they'd started appearing in the Tartarus raids. They might have been restricted, for now, to the lower floors, but the important thing was... something. Wolf wasn't yet sure what.
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Scared of himself, of the monster others perceive him as, Wolf fled into the TV, hoping to find refuge in the digital space, only to find himself trapped in a nightmare...
 
Blinded by his own hate, his own insecurities, Falcon witnessed himself on the TV.
Driven by the fear of what it meant, he went inside to stop it, only to find himself trapped in a nightmare...
 

Welcome to the TV Dungeon hub for Gorobo and Digigoro's TV Dungeons! Here, you can find all relevant information, as well as the toplevels for each 'checkpoint' of the plot. In case you are unable to tag for any reason at all, or threads go past the deadline, please indicate what your character(s) did in the summary check-in below!

SCHEDULE:

15/3/25: Signups open. 
 
21/3/25(Today!): Hub goes up. 
 
22/3/25: Toplevel of Gorobo and Digigoro's appearance on the Midnigh Channel. General catch-all for players to have their character react to the disappearances, and their appearances on the Midnight Channel, as well as to ICly create a team/plan/etc
 
29/3/25: Toplevels for the dungeons. Characters will discover one dungeon that, when entered, splits into two distinct dungeons. ICly, they will not know what path leads to who, but we will provide info OOCly for players to make a decision.
 
5/4/25: Toplevels for the confontation with the Shadows.
 
12/4/25: Resolution toplevels. Characters can speak to Gorobo or Digigoro after the fact, or with one another to discuss what happened.

DUNGEONS:

It appears as one dungeon. On the outside, it is a jungle-covered Tokyo. The main building is a laboratory, which has a staircase going up, and one going down. For Digigoro, take the stairs down. For Gorobo, take the stairs up.

Gorobo dungeon info
Digigoro dungeon info

ANY QUESTIONS?

Please feel more than free to ask them! I'll do my best to answer them.
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To clarify: not necessarily asking for responses, but if anyone would be the type to go looking for him if he turned up missing, you're more than welcome
Current CR preferred, but not required.




Read more... )
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SETTLING IN
It's been an adjustment
Throughout the month of August, Wolf and Rookmon were going to be taking their time settling in. A place in Inaba had been selected- near the outskirts of town, with a porch overlooking the forested mountains, its size relatively small. It'd been fairly covered in wireless receivers and tech stolenborrowed from Tokyo, the natural look of the place perhaps spoiled somewhat-

But for the time being, it seemed, this was home, and the pair could often be found, if they weren't inside, wandering Inaba, occasionally making visits to some of the shops in town to recover items of interest, or the occasional grocery run. He was even making inroads to acquiring a garden- though admittedly, he had no idea how to start doing that, and the project was currently in the 'dig up a big corner of the yard' phase.

RAIN
For some reason I think of home
It was early August, and pissing down rain. Some people would take that as an invitation to stay inside, watch television, maybe read a book. Instead, for reasons indiscernible to mere mortals, Wolf had chosen today, of all days, to stand perched on a rock in the middle of the Samegawa, holding a spear and watching the surface of the water like a hawk.

Rookmon, for his part, was maintaining a fire under a tree near the bank, seemingly quite content. Some modern conveniences had been observed- a beach umbrella had been commandeered to keep the rain off the fire- but it was, overall, quite the low-tech affair.

SPITE
Seriously thinking about doing a crime
Some days, though, he could be found in Chiyoda, apparently attempting to bore a hole through the National Diet Building with his eyes alone.

This was, of course, only a temporary state of affairs. By the middle of the month, he'd stopped with his weekly contemplations of the Diet Building, and by the end of it- it was in ruins. In the middle of the night, apparently, someone had come by and not so much blown up the building as disassembled it. The stone had been shattered, the wood all burned and steel or glass left molten or twisted beyond recognition, cars nearby smoking wreckage and barely half of the building even left recognizable.

The building was in the process of putting itself back together, of course, but that didn't stop it from looking as though a pissed-off kaiju had taken offense to its presence.

For some reason, in his day to day routine, Wolf seemed a lot happier, afterwards.
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NEW ARRIVAL
Well, that was rude
The first thing he was aware of was the music. Classical, with a wordless vocal accompaniment- one that he'd never seen before.

He shot upright, looking around in alarm and finding that he was staring down- not a human. Not a human. Not a Digimon either, he didn't smell right, but everything in this room was unfamiliar and alien and it set him on edge. Doors leading off in unknown directions. Corkboard?? Desk that the old man was sitting at.

Were the doors locked? Were they reinforced? Where was-

His breath stilled. The familiar form was beside him, slowly waking as well with a soft groan. Rookmon was here. Everything was fine. No, that was a lie- everything was very much not fine, he'd been abducted again, but it would be fine, just as soon as he got out.

The old man smiled, and folded his hands. "Welcome to The Velvet Room, young-"

But he was rolling onto his feet, seizing Rookmon into his arms, and barreling for the nearest door, throwing his shoulder against it and barreling through.

Igor sat staring in what might have been vaguely surprised silence for several seconds. "Oh dear. How unexpected."

Goro, meanwhile, was trying to muffle an indignant avian and run at the same time. The door had opened onto a street in a town he didn't recognize, too small to be anywhere near Tokyo. He hissed to the bundle in his arms. "Be quiet, I don't know where we are and there are people around-" and Rookmon, blessedly, knew enough to go still and engage the familiar routine of 'people are watching, so pretend to be an inanimate object'.

Now. Step one, get away from the man with the giant nose. Step two, figure out where they actually were. Step three- should. Should he call Shido?

A pause. Wait. What if nose-man was on his payroll? No, that didn't make sense. The man wasn't digimon and definitely wasn't human. So how would there be connections there? Plus, one of Shido's men would have locked the door.

God dammit Shido would want to know why and how he'd left Tokyo and that was going to be a problem because he had no idea.

DISQUIET
Something's not quite right...
The people here were wrong. Oh, they smelled right, they walked and talked and looked like humans in all their dealings, but the eyes were vacant, the expressions empty. They lacked some kind of vital spark, which made the whole situation far more unsettling than it already was. It was like they weren't real people, just projections, or robots-

He decided to test his theory on acquiring food. The old woman at the tofu stand smiled at him as he made a selection. "That'll be 1350 yen. Thank you very much."

Wordlessly, he slid across the counter a piece of trash- a wrapper from a protein bar, pocketed from the nearby gas station. He narrowed his eyes, daring her to prove him wrong, but she simply accepted it and replied with a smile: "Thank you for your business. Come again!"

His bounty secured, he retreated, making a beeline away from the crowds and heading for the nearby shrine, which was at least quiet and relatively empty, before setting his backpack on the ground and calling up into the tree. "It's clear."

The figure that hopped down from the branches was small, barely three feet tall, a bipedal avian form covered in black feathers, their beak in pale grey. The little bird dusted himself off. "Were you right?"

Goro nodded. "Yes. It's like they're all zombies, or cardboard cutouts. Which is really concerning along with the lack of phone service, but we'll deal with it. For now, I have food. I don't think we need to pay for it."

WILD CARD
Choices, choices
If coming across this boy in either of the proposed scenarios doesn't pick your fancy, by all means, reach out to me and we can arrange something else. I'm sort of getting used to this version of the character's voice, so apologies in advance if anything seems off or strange!

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