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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 4:31:56 GMT
CorruptTyutyumon had grown a certain liking to Terminus City. Plenty of food to eat - that people just threw away! -and an abundance of gullible yuppies to scam or bully some Bits off of. He wouldn't take from people who didn't seem like they could affordance to lose their lunch money, though; that idea gave Bao a rather bad feeling. He wondered if it had anything to do with that weird egg he ate? Ever since he munched on that hardboiled grub, he felt sort of icky. Not bad, but not good. It was like he became aware of this lump in his gut. It didn't hurt, it was just.. there. And when he thought about taking stuff from people who needed it, that lump got heavy and hot.
Man, being a baby was so much easier!
He began to rummage through one of the town's many dumpsters, finding half-eaten Hot Cogs and Bitittos (Machine-digimon food, his favorite). Tyu shamelessly munched away, ignoring the stares of passer-byes.
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Post by ryouta on Oct 24, 2016 4:45:13 GMT
Terminus... how long as he been here since last time? Of course a year or so, but Digital World's time is too fancy for him to remember much. Ryouta ignored the hustle bustle of the city and slinks off silently from the station, his tall frame looked hunched, migraine still assaulted him. To his relief, the noise cancelling music he put on was more than enough to reduce the stress... but the hustle bustle of the city proved to be more than enough to pound his brain afterall. He gritted, trying to endure this...
"...Goodness, this is worse than I thought," he muttered. Yeah,of course it's worse. Tyrannomon's footsteps is far heavier than a human's footsteps anyway...and it's the TERMINAL CITY, like hell you won't expect this sort of situation. Beside him, Ryu the Dracomon already looked very worried about his partner's condition. He wanted to help, but he just can't. Ryouta's steps getting more and more haphazard, until, he suddenly had to lean on a wall.
"..**** my life...I need.... to go somewhere else..."
He just need to get away from the main street. He doesn't care even if he have to go to the dark, damp alleyway. He just want to go... Accidentally, he ended up near a strange... dumpster that moves. Eh? It made some heavy sound too, rattling his migraine even worse. Ryouta half moaned, half growled, getting closer to the bin and tried to make it STOP rattling, of course in turn finding the culprit.
"...Huh, a mouse Digimon?" he never seen one like this before...
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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 5:15:57 GMT
The rodent was startled by the boy and his dragon. He thought the sun had eclipsed or a bigger, scarier digimon looking for lunch had found it in the small blue form. Instead, it was some fleshy monkey and a rather imposing looking Dracomon. It seemed about as harmless as Bao was, but it gave off a disturbingly peaceful vibe. The rat made a point to not mess with the lizard.
Then, he addressed the compliment give by the pipsqueak. "That's because I'm the one-and-only." A crooked, toothy smile flashed like his sapphire skin. He was proud to see someone else realize his rarity and worth! Then, he took another skillful bite of the dumpster food. Nutritious.
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Post by ryouta on Oct 24, 2016 5:26:16 GMT
Ryouta winced, completely not liking how he keeps nomming that leftover. As delicious as it is, while still better than POOP of all thing, it's still trash."...Look, dude... uh... whoever your name is, why don't you... uh stop that?" especially because that's particularly triggering my migraine "...so here's the deal, we're sorta new around this part..." that's a lie, and he could probably smells it miles away. There's no way someone that wounded could be "sorta new around this part" "so I'd like you to fill me with any information. Anything works. In return, I'll buy you fresh food, how about that?" he's unsure if the... mouse digimon would take the offer. Who know it's actually far more delicious for him than whatever real food it is according to him?
"We're not asking weird thing, promise, and anything would do," Ryu the Dracomon chirped, trying to neutralize Ryouta's way of asking a deal. Afterall, the bad migraine made the boy scowls really bad, as if just looking at source of all evil in a household. "What do you want to eat?"
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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 5:39:38 GMT
Tyutyumon was oblivious to detail and deception at the mention of free food. Quickly, he spoke to seal the deal.
"Oh, you know us Tyutyumon. Nibbling at the end of every grapevine, eh? I'm sure this partnership will be mutually beneficial." Bao licked his lips when he said the last two words. He wanted steak, and shrimp, and sushi, and sardines! Oh, stinky, savory sardines!
"I like buffets." He said greedily. He threw the scraps of the Cog Dog down and jumped out of the trashcan stylishly, landing on one foot. He almost fell, but Bao did his best to feign grace like an opossum death. He looked the kid up and down - Ryouta didn't seem like too much, but he had that scary Digimon with him. And he looked like he had seen some serious stuff...
Just who were these two?
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Post by ryouta on Oct 24, 2016 5:50:43 GMT
"Don't be too quick on demanding buffet on the first mention of treat, Tyutyumon," Ryouta chided, a bit exasperated, but not angry. "That'd spell annoyance on the other party and mostly a dealbreaker. But with me like this, I'm not sure if anyone would want to talk with me anyway. Let's bargain, and another reason is... I DON'T WANT TO get back to that road only to get more migraine so we have to discuss the detail here. My offer is three fast food combo meal of your choice that's not like a bucketfull of chicken. Or a bucketful of chicken and three burgers and soda. Anything worth that much is fair game too."
Ryu sweatdropped at the way Ryouta started to edging the deal in his favor. Too much, really. The Dracomon just scratched his head and decided that maybe he'll let them be, because this is so not his field. He saw the Tyutyumon sized them up and down. In turn, he momentarily flashed him a friendly smile and wave.
"Oh wait, Aniki! You're missing the steps! Introduces ourselves first to him!"
"...Oh right. Name's Ryouta, here's my partner Ryu."
"Nice to metcha!"
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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 6:31:28 GMT
Tyutyumon loved to haggle and flex his silver (well, blue) tongue.
"Make two drinks and an extra burger, and you got yourself a deal, kid."
Then, he turned to the digimon and offered a considerable more amount of respect.
"Oh, well I mean just trying to get some bang for my buck, yeah? Can't blame me." Bao laughed nervously. He was seriously on edge, and he couldn't put a finger on why. Instead, he focused on what his task at hand was. To exaggerate the boring life he lived so that it could be deemed useful.
"So, anyways. I guess there's been less of you human-mon around, that's for sure." That was true, actually. Tyutyumon had noticed that the appearance of humans were a bit more uncommon than they were a year ago, and even the year before that, when he was born. Since he started existing, Bao noticed that humans were like a dying species, albeit a slow-dying one. Where they just getting too old for 'us humble digimon', as Tyutyumon liked to put it. Whatever the case, he continued.
"There's been some government changes, from what I've heard, but I really don't pay attention to much of that stuff. Maybe I could be more helpful if you tell me the kind of stuff you want to know."
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Post by ryouta on Oct 24, 2016 6:49:37 GMT
Ryouta raised his eyebrow, the teen actually for once is getting impatient. "I don't like your tone, but you're right. Ryu, get his and our portion," he told his Digimon, tossing a wallet and a rub on the head affectionately. The small dragon quickly ran to one of the fast food chain place. Using a trash bin as a makeshift chair, Ryouta looked at the Tyutyumon: "I think you got the wrong vibe and idea here. That guy is the cinnamon roll, I'm the one who pulls the gun, see... but I'm not unreasonable," his slitlike eyes narrowed even further, showing his slight distaste, however. It's clear that he's the one who could show the killing intent, not his partner (albeit the said intent is currently not present).
"...But I guess that doesn't matter. I'm not here to kill innocent guy anyway. So, I need you to tell me whatever event happened... starting from a year ago and fast forward until now. Anything will do... like, is there is any criminal? Any prominent human around? Is there is any organization that controls Terminus and surrounding city or is there is any sort of thing that I need to watch out?"
Just in about five minutes, the small dragon returned with the food, all packed separately. Probably he one completely clear is they're also getting the same amount of food.
"Well, let's eat before resuming the topic."
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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 10:20:59 GMT
The idea was a delectable, even if the kid seemed to be pressing a violent impression that he didn't really give to Tyutyumon. What could the squirt have even done to Bao without the sort-of-scary Dracomon at his side? Still, might as well coax the pride out like a broken stallion - a man run by his emotions could be lead by them.
"Oh, that's must be the feeling I was getting... he's a cinnamon roll! I detest sweetness; it's so easily liked. Now, sourness and rottenness, those are delicate, acquired tastes. Still, fast food is a close second. You can practically smell how unhealthy it is. Yum!" Bao devoured the food in front of him, his stomach like an infinite abyss and food the untouched darkness below. Maybe it was part of his broken data, like, the part of him that was supposed to become full was never realized in vitro. All thanks to papa BlackWereGururumon, yeah?
In reality, Tyutyumon didn't like to think about that experience. He was a broken infant, sliding out of the egg like unfinished yolk. But he made it this far, past what logic would spew out of it's damn ugly mouth. In one long gulp, he finished one of the drinks presented to him and let out a satisfied sigh. "Ahh, that hits the spot!"
He went back to eating his food, finishing it relatively shortly after. Letting out a blech, he began to talk, intermittently sipping on his remaining beverage.
"Look, I don't know much," he began ", but there was a rather shady group hanging around Trailmon Terminal a couple of weeks ago. A bunch of humans in matching outfits. They all had a logo... what was it?"
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Tyutyumon snapped his gloved fingers with a loud click sound. "CORE! Yeah, pack o' mooks stomping around all official and whatnot with jumpers that all said CORE on it, in big, capital letters." The rat remembered stealing one of their hats as a sort of prank, throwing it in the trash moments later. They were complete pushovers, but it met the criteria of what the guy was asking about.
"I mean, they could be criminals, but they seemed pretty harmless to me, heh. And the only thing you gotta watch out for is the chance to get my autograph. You'll want it for when I become the strongest Digimon of all time." Another crooked, flashy smile shot from the rat (which looked rather cartoonish now that he had a big blue belly).
The rat got up from his chair. Now that he received compensation, he was less than inclined to continue.
"Seeing how we've both held up our ends of the bargain," Tyutyumon extended a gloved hand to offer a handshake ", it's been a pleasure doing business with you, kid." Always good to leave on a good note, at least while he was the farthest from being the most powerful digimon he probably could be.
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Post by ryouta on Oct 24, 2016 10:45:02 GMT
Somehow he's starting to regret giving this 'mon a chance really. Not only he sounds as if he insulted him even more like he doesn't even considered the weight of his experience? If only Ryouta's pupils can ever get more narrower than how it is, because it's now practically a very thin line, then seriously it would. He's already very very unamused now. "...Somehow I wonder if this guy's senses are broken," he muttered below his breath, a bit resigned.
He attentively listened to what the Digimon said. At first he thought that it wasn't much of an information, but he actually... actually, he might got a juicy information? CORE? What sort of organization is that? Is it different from DATS? He sensed that the Digimon knows nothing more... or at least, even if he know more about it, he most likely less inclined to talk. He sighed a long one, and honestly, this sounded like a ripoff, but it's good enough. It's seem that he's going to excuse himself too now that his end of bargain is done.
"...Tell you what," Ryouta stood up and took out some money without shaking his hand. "...I'll give this to you, think it as another day (or maybe, another one mealtime) less with dumpster food only... but in turn, tell me where they're going... oh, and also?"
He's by nature not a bully, but he's seriously annoyed enough by the Tyutyumon. If he wanted to be the strongest Digimon out there, then he have to know... That power level sensing is important for survival
He took out his digivice and watched as it let out a heartbeat like sound, adopting more silverish, metallic hue in the process. Almost immediately too, it followed with the small dragon changed form into a knight dragon man twice taller than the boy. With a glance from his partner, he already know that currently he should glare at the small child level coldly. No killing intent, no desire to harm, but he just trying to play along. He know it's too overkill anyway to intimidate a child stage with an ultimate.
"...If you want to be the strongest, first pinpoint where you should aim your tongue to, OK, small guy? OK, human is weaker than Digimon and you can probably take me out easily and I might be a kid, but I'm experienced enough, see. Digimon and human is connected, so if you already sense that the digimon is a bad news, the human is also a bad news. So tell me, was it fun to press my buttons? I hope it have been fun... but hey, it's a pleasure for me too for doing business with you. It'd be really... really regretful, really, if we parted here with me feeling all annoyed yeah? So I hope you won't... ah, ask for more?" temporarily his annoyance flared into anger. "Because I'm seriously not in mood to give you any more than what's here, OK?" he said, showing the money. While not enough to lavishly buy himself all food like what he want, it's probably about 3/4 of what he paid for both his and the Tyutyumon's meal, which mean it's a good enough of a sum that doesn't indicates that he's looking down on him. "So take it or leave it, whichever are fine. Leaving it actually would be beneficial to me..."
It's overkill to call Slayerdramon out immediately in this sort of situation, but he actually this is just a 'second point'. If he evolved Ryu into Coredramon, his wingflap alone would make him annoyed. Wingdramon? Even worse. That sonic boom really going to knock him out or even kill him. So only Slayerdramon or Biomerging. Biomerging is not really the choice.
He doesn't care actually if this guy would lead him to wrong area or if he's lying. He guess he'll just treat it as giving charity. However, a goodwill is a goodwill. He'll give him a semblance of trust.
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Post by bao on Oct 24, 2016 21:35:51 GMT
Tyutyumon's mind raced while his body froze for a split-second. Could the human-mon read minds? Or did he just have some sort of complex when it came to being called 'kid'. Either way, Bao wasn't a proud digimon, at least not yet. He lowered his hand, Ryouta apparently not a gentleman of any kind. Neither was Tyutyumon, but he wanted to at least be friendly. Maybe he still needed to work on the sentiment.
"I know not to fight a losing battle. If I get smoked here, I can't very well become the strongest, heheh." More nervous laughter as the rat turned his back to the duo and began walking into the darker parts of the alley. He jabbed a finger backwards, answering the final question. "Trailmon Station is that way. Follow the signs." The rat slipped into the darkness like a shadow, swiftly and silently.
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Post by ryouta on Oct 25, 2016 0:18:37 GMT
"So should I get back there again when I saw nothing...?" he sighed, scratching his head, a bit annoyed, but at the same time feeling a bit bad. He guessed he should blame the migraine for the burst of annoyance, or maybe it's because the guy failed to see his experience and that scar on face isn't normal the slightest and it showed a bit too much on his mannerism? Petty pride or he just dislikes people who's not aware of their strength? There's too many thoughts swirling inside his mind. He dislikes how he ends up now. He need to rein in his anger more. "Oh well..." he decided to probably best to leave this place immediately. He left the money, not willing to take it. He still feel bad afterall.
He get on top of his partner, sitting where it's convenient and quickly speeds away. What's wrong with him? What's wrong with this sort of outburst? He felt like he wanted to make it up... well, just half of that sentiment is sincere though.He don't want to look at a Tyutyumon eating and bleaching again.
<exit>
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Post by bao on Oct 25, 2016 15:33:37 GMT
Waiting in the shadows, the mouse glinted the familiar shine of... BITS! When Ryouta left, he made sure to swiftly move in and snatch them up.
Well, if he's just going to leave it here, right?
Tyutyumon thought about the encounter, though. Based on Dracomon's body and Ryouta's personality, they both had seen the ugly face of combat, at the very least. Maybe they had been kissed by the maiden of war herself. He wondered if meeting someone with such an immense amount of power was a bad omen of things to come, or a sign that he shouldn't continue his quest to become 'complete'.
That's the real reason Bao wanted to become the strongest DIgimon. Every time he digivolved, it was like he gained a piece of what he had lost at birth. Or maybe the missing amount was just smaller and less significant when more code was added. Either way, he resolved to continue on his path, whatever pitfalls may lie waiting.
When I get stronger, me and you are going to have to fight, Ryouta.
And the capstone was set. In Tyutyumon's mind, when he could go toe-to-toe with Ryouta, then he could consider himself 'complete'. Walking down the street in the opposite direction that the Tamer went, the mouse flipped a spare Bit into a panhandling digimon's rusty cup. What a cliche.
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