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Post by Junjo Natsuki on Apr 6, 2017 7:18:36 GMT
Junjo leaned away from Asher as he felt suddenly in danger. Was the man really going to knock him out?! This was all becoming too much for him. He staid quiet though and listened to everything that Asher had to say, his fingers clawing into his messenger bag as he watched the strange world whiz past them.
"Dinosaurs, talking trains. . .not even human?" He blinked. He really wasn't in the human world, or close to home. And he could tell that Asher was serious in everything that he had said. "No. .I-I believe you." He turned to sit so that he could just stare out of the window.
"So what do we do now." He tried to stay calm. "How do I get home? Better yet why are you coming here? Is this a normal part of your day to day life?"
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Post by Asher on Apr 8, 2017 5:43:32 GMT
One of these days, his explanations on Digimon would get him thrown in a mental ward. It was almost guaranteed. But, Junjo seemed to be handling this pretty well. Sort of! "Not human," he repeated, for emphasis. Trains were not humans, and neither were dinosaurs, after all! But, as he prepared to try to say or do something to prove this reality, it was revealed that the stranger actually believed him.
"Wait, what? You do?" Either he was really gullible, or just going with the motions. "I was pretty sure you were going to start screaming or something," he admitted, with an exhale. Or, heck, beating Asher with that messenger bag seemed plenty plausible, even!
Not that it would probably do much damage, considering the redhead could turn into monsters.
Yellow eyes flickered around the train, trying to think of a way to answer the next question. "I don't know what to do. I was just going to wander around for a few hours and hope for the best," he shrugged. Well, what would anyone expect from Asher? He didn't know what the heck to do in another world! "You're going to want to take the next train home." Which, from what the Trailmon had said, was going to be quite the wait.
This guy had a lot of questions, didn't he? Given, it was incredibly understandable. But why did they have to fall on Asher, of all people? "I wouldn't say it's daily. I mean, I still have school and work," the young man smiled, trying to skirt around exactly how often he boarded the train. Not that there was any actual schedule behind his trips! "Better question. Why wouldn't I come here?"
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Post by Junjo Natsuki on Apr 17, 2017 4:22:59 GMT
Junjo shrugged his shoulders. "W-well yeah, of course I do. I mean. . of course this is all weird. . no, this is all insane. But I've always sorta believed in the supernatural so--this counts as that, right? I just--screaming my head off isn't going to make it better, and I can tell in your voice that you're serious about all of it."
He seemed sad about it almost, as if he was realizing his whole life had been a lie right before his very eyes. They suddenly lit up though. "You're right! Why wouldn't you come here?! It has to be way more interesting than Earth! I mean, that grass over there is pink!"
He started to piece two and two together. "Wait--are you one of those um. . .digital..digi...Oh I don't know what the news called them but a few years ago there was that random string of environmental anomalies and some people reported monsters! I thought it was all a staged event to up their ratings! They talked about how human children were working with the monsters! Were you one of them!?" He was probably rambling but he was too absorbed now to care.
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Post by Asher on Apr 17, 2017 4:59:03 GMT
"Definitely insane!" Well, that came off as way too chipper, didn't it? Maybe Asher was a little insane, himself. Who knew? He certainly didn't, at this point! But, hey, if this guy was going to believe anything he said, he may as well accept that as a great situation.
Leaning to look out the window, the teen's tone raised a little, "oh, yeah. Pink grass. That's exactly how exciting this place is." Just wait until this guy saw actual Digimon! They were way more interesting than pink grass! How sheltered was Junjo?
Oh, and now the acquaintance sounded really interested. "Slow down," the redhead smiled, trying to find some way to settle whatever nerves were making this guy babble. "I have no idea what you're talking about! I only moved here like a year ago." Placing his elbow on his knee, Asher propped up his chin with the palm of his hand. "And, I'm definitely not a child," he reminded, smile still licking at his lips. A few years ago, if he had been part of whatever Junjo was rambling about, the term child would have fit though, wouldn't it? "And, here I thought Digimon were supposed to be a secret." Maybe he needed to talk to Isaac or Karin about whatever might have aired on the news. Surely it was just speculative type things, right?
"If you want to get technical, I'm the monster, here." For a second, a sinking feeling began in the young man's chest, eyes flickering around the train. Sometimes, it felt like that thought pattern was a lot more accurate than it should be. But!" Recovering quickly with an upbeat tone, Asher worked to keep himself in check. Customer. Remember. "I still have no idea what word you're thinking of! Digital Monsters? Because, that's not the people. That's just the monsters." Way to confirm monsters are real, Asher! "Speaking of, our train is one of those monsters. So make sure to be polite!"
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Post by Junjo Natsuki on Apr 17, 2017 6:40:52 GMT
Junjo blinked as the redhead tried to slow his roll. Sushi rolls sounded good right now actually. But that was besides the point, though his stomach would lightly growl.
He wasn't sure how to stay focused right now. He had so many questions. "Is there edible food in this world. . .?" He ignored Asher's monster comment. "I'm hungry and--well I was going to eat at the cafe' but..." he shook his head. Asher didn't need to know just how long Junjo had been planning to talk to him and just stared at him through the window.
"Digi duos--digi doers. . .oh I don't remember. . ." he straightened up as he relized his feet were on the seat. "So-sorry Train Monster!"
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Post by Asher on Apr 17, 2017 7:09:20 GMT
Food? Was this seriously his concern now? What the heck was wrong with this guy? Even Asher found him weird, and that had to mean something! But, deep breath! "Can I just ask? How are you hungry right now?" The actor's stomach was tied in knots, and Junjo was thinking about eating the world. What a contrast!
For a moment, he really had to idea what to say. Lips parted, only to snap tightly shut. Hand, that wasn't propping him up, tapped himself on the forehead, before making a few random motions in the air. "Do you not get the part where we're about to be dropped off someplace with monsters that think you look like food? And- and that I'm barely different from them?" Was that exasperation in his tone? Most definitely. Take another deep breath, Asher!
Inhale. Happy thoughts. Stars, space. Space was vast. Weightless. Just stay weightless.
Exhale.
Hand returned to his lap, while Asher leaned back in his seat. Smile returned to his lips, as the act had to continue. "Are you really not afraid of any of this? I'm jealous," he hummed, softly, "you're really brave, for that." Or just plain stupid.
Meanwhile, the train let out a loud laugh that sounded like it belonged on a sitcom. "It's fine! It's like a massage for my seat!" Trailmon certainly didn't mind feet on the upholstery! "You should see what some people do on me! I'm not worried about a little bit of dirt!"
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Post by Junjo Natsuki on Apr 17, 2017 7:22:36 GMT
"I-I get hungry when I'm nervous!" He insisted. Really though he was always hungry. In fact he was amazed with himself that he hadn't brought snacks with him in his bag.
He regrouped his thoughts though soon after. "Oh, okay." he mentioned at Trailmon, curling his feet back beneath him before frowning at Asher.
"Oh course I'm scared." He started. "I've never seen something like this, and here I was just trying to get up the guts to talk to you, and now I'm here. But-I have to over come that fear in order to progress. I have to be strong so that I can make it back to the one's that I love so that I can protect them." He mentioned seriously before his tone shifted.
"Besides--people are worse, they kill and rape and steal, all for the hell of it. At least when I'm being chased by a monster I'll know why. . ."
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Post by Asher on Apr 17, 2017 7:50:58 GMT
That sort of made sense. Everyone reacted to stress differently! "I don't have any food. Maybe we can find fruit, or something?" They were going someplace tropical, right? That had to have fruit! Unless the two of them were the fruits involved, which was a totally different sort of 'fruit' than he was intending.
"There's lots of fruit in the jungle! Once, some guys left some in the train and they were so good!" Thank you for the input, talking train. It's very important for some sort of confirmation regarding food sources.
At least Junjo was finally saying something that made sense. He understood fear! But one part caught the redhead off-guard. "Protect them?" He repeated, curiously. What was there to protect? Or, was it just a need to take care of the people that he felt strongly for? Regardless, it was an interesting word choice.
"I protect people all the time! I'm super durable and nobody has broken my caboose yet! Knock on wood for me, will ya?"
Asher did not care to knock on anything inside of the talking train. "Digimon do those things, too. They're kind of like people with weapons slapped in and on them." And sometimes just all around them. Who really knew what made up a Digimon? These monsters were weird. "But," with a small sigh, Asher glanced around the train again. "As long as you stay in my line of sight, I'll keep you safe until the next train comes, alright?"
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Post by Junjo Natsuki on May 7, 2017 6:14:19 GMT
"I'll stay by your side, that much is certain." Jujo admitted, red cheeks showing as thoughts swam around in his head.
"A-anyway, are we almost there yet, um. . Mr.Train?" He asked curiously. He just needed some fresh air at this point, the thought of being trapped inside of a monster starting to make him more nervous than he cared to admit.
"I get motion-sick easy. . ."
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