#multivergentrp

"Fancy seeing you, the Demon Lady of Lust, here of all places." She says in a tone that sounds painfully restrained, as if fighting back an impulse of some sort. Whether or not it was from lashing out in violet rage, or in something else due to Lilithmon's presence, it was hard to tell. Only that Raguelmon looked ready to spring to action.

“Well now. Isn’t this a surprise. A raguelmon here in my presence.” The dark Digimon stands from her throne, eyes haven’t break to the ultimate Digimon before her.

"Interested in anything? I have just about anything you need, from fresh food to potions, to gifts for your loved ones!"

The woman seemed absolutely giddy to have her first customer of the day, blue eyes gleaming with excitement. She loved being able to sell such wonderful homemade things, things she made with her own claws — er, hands.

As Sissel walked through the park on his usual stroll, he saw a white canine using one of the park's splinkers to take a bath. Both him and Missile weren't fond of water. Even now, as a dead cat, Sissel remembered how much he disliked it - and even more after they were nearly trapped in that awful submarine.

     The exact instant he was sure he was alone with whatever was following him would he stop, lightning crackling and jumping over his fur as he’d bare his teeth in a slight snarl and turned his head off to the side.

“Whoever is there, show yourself and give an explanation for why you’re tailing me now; otherwise I’ll give you a very nasty shock.”