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Post by yuuki on Jan 2, 2017 6:21:07 GMT
"I'll ask him to come right away. His name is Ryouta... Noguchi Ryouta. He's a bit intimidating, but he's a big dork at heart," Yuuki said to Barry. "Lessee..." he took out his D-Terminal and entered the mail system, hoping that he's online. To his surprise, he's in Whitewater. Yuuki quickly typed the message. However, being with one arm unusable, he was forced to activate the virtual keyboard mode and start typing with one hand. It's clear to say that he's quite used to it.
"...And... sent."
Suddenly, just in three minutes, he got a reply back.
From: Noguchi Ryouta
Subject: Re: Helping Hand
Understood, I'll be on my way. Tell the guy to just relax.
...I also have no idea why the heck I didn't thought of using your old D-Terminal address to contact you, even when I know that you never changed it anyway. I already checked your coordinate. Going there with Ilbert in fifteen minutes.
"Looks like he'll go here... Um, before meeting him, I suggest you to... not speak to him loudly or shout near him, kay? He got really sensitive hearing and it would bother him a lot. He got noise canceler for that sort of thing, but the effectiveness is arguable. He got a nice partner, a Dracomon named Ryu. Compared to Hikaru... he's more... how to say, probably more childlike and cute?"
"Hmph!" Hikaru interjected. "So I'm not cute?"
"Well, you're cute in your own way!"
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Post by EvilAppleLord on Jan 3, 2017 4:47:15 GMT
Drake took notice of Yuuki's D-Terminal, the device bringing a muddy image to the front of his mind. He blinked in surprise as he started to feel a bit light headed. Drake didn't feel any kind of pain when he tried to think of this image, but he was perplexed none the less. There was something about this device that seemed familiar, but he was unable to recall from where he'd seen it. As Yuuki was typing, Hikaru if he looked at Drake would notice him staring at the D-Terminal with a focused gaze.
During the three moments the small group waited for a response, Drake's gaze drifted down to the frost covered ground. At this point he didn't really have that much to say. He shifted around uncomfortably in his place, his jacket managing to keep him from getting too cold. Soon enough Yuuki's face returned to looking at the device, Drake's face not really emoting at all upon hearing the response.
Upon hearing from Yuuki that this tamer he would soon be meeting disliked loud noises, Drake snapped to attention and nodded. He wasn't getting a clear picture of who this Ryouta person might be, but he was willing to trust Yuuki that they were a good person. After watching Yuuki tease his digimon a little, Drake would grin slightly, the feeling of camaraderie being a welcome change from the chilly trek here from the mountains. However, he did start to form a question in his mind as far as where this guy was.
"So, are we going to meet this friend of yours here or?" Drake inquired.
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Post by ryouta on Jan 5, 2017 2:51:18 GMT
Ryouta tossed his D-Terminal aside. His body still aching. Yeah, he's still wounded from his last venture. While he can walk now, he usually need some help on it. With now burn marks on his arms, it just make it even worse for the teen... afterall, if he looked at himself, what guy wouldn't find that imposing? Oh well, that's fine. Fifteen minutes without traffic sure is nice, and especially if you don't need to heed to normal rail as you can make your rail yourself?
The black haired boy entered the control room and looked at the central sector. Terminus is within reach... but this is just seven minutes, he guessed that's quite fast. Ilbert descended down and soon arrived at the destinated spot. The engine slowly came into halt as he stopped right beside Yuuki and a new guy he never met, which exactly would answer Barry's question. The compartment door opened and Ryouta walked out of it.
"Sorry, been long?" he asked to Yuuki who shook his head. "So what's the situation?"
"I just need someone to go to the other side with this new friend of mine," Yuuki pointed at Barry. "You know how my condition is, Ryou. I cannot get to the other side due to... security reason."
"Also not with statement of your death haven't turned around," Ryouta reminded. "But yeah, I gotcha. Hello there," he tried to be as friendly as he could and offered a hand for a handshake, but he admit it's a bit hard when your eyes looks like a dragon's and your body full of scars. "Name's Noguchi Ryouta, Ryouta's the first name and no need to use any sort of honorifics. I hate formalities actually. I'm this guy's friend, kinda like his lancer, I guess."
Then, jumping out from the compartment too is a Dracomon that looked like it weathered through countless tough battles. Yet, this Dracomon's eyes still look as soft as innocent as it is always.
"Yuuki, Hikaru, long time no see!" he greeted.
"Oh hi there Ryu!" Hikaru greeted, grinning
"Nice seeing you here, Ryu,"
"Anyway, like I said, they're kinda intimidating, but this one," Yuuki headlocked Ryouta. "Is a damn big lug and a huge dork so you'll get used to him quickly."
"H-hey cut it out, hey, I'm still hurt!"
"Alright alright 'nyway, guys, this is Barry."
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Post by EvilAppleLord on Jan 6, 2017 7:44:14 GMT
Drake's question was soon met by the ground rumbling, causing some of the nearby digimon to panic and run off. His eyebrows raised themselves as he looked eastward, where the widest street was located. In the distance a large, unclear dot sped toward them, Drake looking like he was ready to bolt as far as his cane would take him. "So uhh.. is that thing friendly?" Drake asked, scooting to the far side of his seat. Within moments, the large thing arrived within the center of the square, screeching to a halt as the frost underneath melted from the sheer energy surrounding the thing.
Drake brought his arm up to shield his eyes from the dust that blew through the area. He gazed in surprise up at the large digimon, whose eyes were kept looking forward. Drake's expression was complete surprise, he was unsure how to process this huge thing right in front of him; even if he did know digimon this thing was unknown to him. From there, he watched Ryouta and his partner digimon descend. Drake was unsure what digimon the smaller dragon was, but what concerned him more was how ripped this guy looked. If this was Ryouta, Drake was more surprised how much shape he was in, and he looked younger even, at that!
"Uh, hey there..." Drake said somewhat timidly. He extended his bony hand out, but recoiled after a moment, reconsidering due to Ryouta's far more muscular arm. He sighed, forcing himself to shake Ryouta's hand, but he hoped the tamer would notice his clearly poor physical condition. "Anyway, as Yuuki said, I'm Barry. He said you could help me get back to the human world?" he inquired, his face taking on a curious look.
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Post by ryouta on Jan 6, 2017 14:25:46 GMT
Of course Ryouta noticed the moment he shook his hand. The younger male smiled in friendly way. Maybe it's the best to not bring it up to attention at all. "Human world eh? Well, I'll be happy to. What about you, Yuuki? Gonna come to at least to the station?"
Ryouta figured out that maybe this Barry would be more at ease with Yuuki and Hikaru around. They also can talk meanwhile to make it easier for them. Yuuki consented. "It might not be farther than the Trailmon platform, but I'm in to accompanying you until there."
"Looks like we're good," Ryouta concluded. "Well, then, all aboard the train!"
Inside is gigantic, because the compartments are designed in such way that it hopefully can fit most size of Digimon afterall, and it's designed to be as hospitable as like when someone welcoming state guests to a venue. It's just that classy. The first compartment that welcomed them is the bar. Ryouta took a seat near the window and Yuuki took one in front of him. This is seriously his first time, so he was really surprised when he sat on the chair. It's really comfortable. Hard to believe that he could get this train with price of twenty four thousand bits. Suddenly, data gathered on a place and forms a human-looking, a sturdy bodied elderly butler.
"Welcome home, young master," he greeted. "and welcome aboard to honorable guests. My name is Ilbert. I'm this very Grand Locomon that you're riding. Please do not worry, this is an interactive holography... or better said, let's just assume that I make a human body from data to interact better with you. First, should I bring you some champagne?"
"Oh boy!" Hikaru exclaimed in anticipation. "Any beer? Anything would do! Edamame for snack also would be good!"
"The usual, Ilbert," Ryouta said, Ryu also echoed the sentiment.
"...Hard to believe that you of all people, would drink," Yuuki commented to Ryouta.
"Pshaw, don't be such stick on the mud. This is digital world, drink if you want to, don't if you don't."
"Fine, give me some of the same sake."
"At once, young master. Anything you'd like, sir?" Ilbert asked to Barry.
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Post by EvilAppleLord on Jan 13, 2017 3:23:42 GMT
OOC: Sorry again for taking 6 days Yuuki, I'll try to be quicker for ya from here on out. : P
As Barry entered the digimon vehicle hybrid, he couldn't help but be taken aback at the accommodations. He'd been used to cave or wooden shelter dwelling for so long that a place like this felt almost alien. With that being noted, he also felt as though he'd been in similar rooms before, causing a confused expression to form. Drake would proceed to take whichever seat was nearest to him, keeping his right hand clutched tightly around the topmost part of his cane. As Ilbert approached him, with it's hologram butler look, Drake recoiled slightly, caught off guard.
After realizing by it's declaration that it happened to be the trailmon, he calmed down. Drake let out a relieved sigh, he'd forgotten so much of what any one digimon was capable of. After Ilbert asked him if he wanted anything, Drake pursed his lips in thought. He remembered a lot of what his favorite things were back in the human world, but he had his doubts as far as what Ilbert had on board.
"Uhhh... I'll just have a glass of water, and I guess some fruit if you have any?" Drake asked, reclining in his chair to get as comfortable as he could.
After making his request, he'd nod respectfully at Ilbert before turning to look at the others. He had to admit, between the three of them they were a fairly strange looking bunch. A shriveled young adult, a teen with a metal arm, and a ripped guy hanging out in a posh train car; the thought made Drake laugh. At this point, Drake would withdraw the old, cracked and broken D-3 from his jacket pocket. He stared at it, unable to recall any thoughts about the thing. It was as if there was some kind of barrier that refused to allow him to look to his memories. Drake's face took on a slightly concerned look as he gazed at the various cracks among the surface of the device.
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Post by ryouta on Jan 13, 2017 5:23:42 GMT
"Certainly sir. What sort of fruit will be of your taste?" Almost like trying to shoo of all sort of doubt Barry have about his service, he opened a refrigerator full of fresh fruits. By the look of it, they're also insecticide free. Yuuki whistled at the display. Then again, with all the alcohol on the rack, at this point he's no longer surprised of what this butler train would have. Some of them does looks REALLY EXPENSIVE.
"...Can I just ask how is it possible for you to... you know... have all of these?" he asked Ryouta.
"Luck, I guess," he answered, chuckling.
Once again, the engine hummed and soon the rail is made again, the train ready to go to the real world.
"Take it slow, I suggest, Ilbert," Ryouta said.
"Acknowledged, Master. We'll be moving slowly for maximum travelling enjoyment."
Well, with that all being done, Ryouta sat in front of Barry after muttering "excuse me". "Sorry for sudden personal space invasion," he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "So, I haven't heard anything that much, and it's really up to you whether to tell me or not, really, but at any rate, is there is any sort of problem as of why you need our help to go there? Just a place to crash or...?"
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Post by EvilAppleLord on Jan 15, 2017 0:04:04 GMT
Drake snapped to attention as Ryouta moved past him, taking the seat opposite his. He returned Ryouta's gaze as he was asked why he needed any help getting to the Human World. Truth be told, Drake didn't really know himself. Gatomon had told him to go to the trailmon station, but if this vehicle... digimon... friend, of Ryouta's was able to get there itself, or if it knew an alternate route Drake didn't feel any different. As for WHY he was going home, well, that was a different story altogether.
Drake closed his eyes, thinking for a moment before turning to Ilbert's hologram. "I'd like some cherries if you have any, and some sliced mango?" Drake inquired, a weak smile on his face. After making his request he turned to respond to Ryouta's question. "Well, the thing is... I feel like I can trust you, since you're a friend of Yuuki and you're helping me out after all, it's the least I can do. Basically....I can't remember much of anything, amnesia I guess. I remember that I've got a home and some family in Shibuya, but other than that... a lot of things are a blank."
After relaying his situation to Ryouta, he'd look down at the cracked digivice in his hands. Drake's brow furrowed in thought, his mind racing as he tried to think of anything surrounding the broken thing. "I may have also had a digimon at.. some point, I feel really strongly about that, at least." he sighed, leaning his head back.
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Post by ryouta on Jan 19, 2017 14:18:23 GMT
"Of course, sir," Ilbert said. He quickly took a mango and knife, slicing it like a professional cook. At this point Yuuki just starting to accept that this Digimon holography is made to be a perfect butler. Once he finished, he put the (obviously artistic looking) fruit in front of Barry, bowing politely and let him enjoy the two fruits he ordered. Meanwhile, Ryouta seem a bit worried that he's untrusting to this extent, but hey, he got no Digimon so it's only fair he guessed...
"So... you wanted to go to Shibuya just to go home, huh... Um, about the Digivice I don't really remember it but I felt like I know someone who got broken Digivice too... He said that he fixed it with DATS, but with how they're currently in... uh, recession, I guess it's best to let the Andromon in Terminus Mall to check on it. Digivice is important... so I think... if it could be fixed, then it's best fixed....
...Unless it's something like my type. I kinda have the regular D-3 before, but now it changed into more elaborate design see?"
"...Ha?" Yuuki suddenly interjected. "You don't remember? Our D-3 changed into that when we got our Super Ultimate form!"
"Eh? Really?"
"....I guess the report of you not remembering some important things are true."
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Post by EvilAppleLord on Jan 23, 2017 3:10:27 GMT
Drake shrugged in response to Ryouta's inquiry. He absentmindedly took a piece of fruit from the bowl Ilbert had placed before him, his look shifting to the floor. "Andromon, eh? For some reason I feel like I might've met that digimon before. Anyways, I don't even think I want this digivice fixed, I mean there had to be some reason I lost my memory, right? Maybe it had something to do with me being a tamer, and if that's the case, then maybe it's time I hung up the digivice, eh?" Drake questioned, pocketing the broken device.
Drake looked back up, and outside the window to the left of him, his mind wandering momentarily. Although he'd stated maybe being a tamer wasn't for him anymore, he still felt as though having a partner digimon would be nice in some ways. He couldn't help but feel a partner was like a friend you'd have permanently, someone to rely on. Drake allowed his eyes to shut for a few moments, as he tried one more time to focus on that purple, scrambled image that poked his brain from time to time.
And still, there was nothing but an image he couldn't make out. Drake let out a barely audible grunt, turning to have some more fruit. "But, yeah, you've pretty much got the nail on the head Ryouta. At this rate, I just want to go home and figure out who I am before I try anything else, you know?" The ex-tamer replied, looking at Ryouta as he munched on his juicy snack.
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Post by ryouta on Apr 14, 2017 19:20:30 GMT
"...I don't think... one can stop being tied to Digital World," Ryouta truthfully answered. "No matter where you are, no matter how far you end up in, no matter what, I don't think you can really retire. I bet many disagreed with me, but... at this point, the... the option to 'get away' never occurred to me the slightest. I mean, the two world is too connected for us who already involved to pull back. It's not possible anymore. Digital World will chase us... the problem is, whether we'll go to it willingly, or unwillingly? It's still our choice. Not going is also a choice, but it'll keep bothering you, so I always end answering its call by going willingly, although as you can see, it gave me quite some hell."
Ryouta just sighed after all those stuff and crossed his legs. "...Well, you're right. Let's just wrap this up soonish, shall we? I know you got a lot in your mind, let's not add more weight to it."
"...We'll soon arrive in Shibuya Station, young master."
"Understood."
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