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Rebuild and Rehab - Mentality
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 1, 2018 2:53:11 GMT
"I... don't think the human world has a taxation system for bits. If they do, then god, the IRS has way more power than it should."
That thought aside, the topic swiftly changed to Maia. And honestly, the cat should have half-expected this reaction. "Um... a Digital Week, give or take a few days." Mulling it over, the Mikemon gave a nod: "And its good that you want to connect with her after everything that's happened over the last month or so. So long as you don't interfere too much with the work on hours, alright?" Surely the Impmon could be reasonable about it, but at that mention about rent, the cat's ear just gave a twitch.
That bad, huh?
Still, Isaac had a good point: "True. All the more motivation to go hunt for those spirits, right?" No... no, it wasn't that simple. The Impmon realized he had to own up to someone, at least, and for the very reasonable request of 'borrowing a phone', the cat gave a nod. "One second." He'd slip out of the room, and return promptly, an orange-colored D-Terminal held in his hand. It looked like it had acquired a fair bit of dust, but heck, it still worked!
"If you're calling for visitors, though, just remember that this place cares for some very fragile patients." So, 'no-one too rowdy', then. With a nod, he offered the device to Isaac, and proceeded out of the room, giving him some privacy for the call. "Good luck."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2018 3:22:50 GMT
"Huh? Oh, no, I meant a human job," Isaac said. "Pretty sure if the Digimon secret gets broken, and human governments find out we've got our own money, there's gonna be a war if one government decides taxing it is their job." Seriously. As for whether that would be a war between Digimon and humans or a war between humans and humans, the answer was yes.
It seemed Maia would be showing up at Mikemon's quite soon, barring any disturbances. Isaac sighed in relief upon hearing that he wouldn't have to endure a month without Maia. He'd put up with far longer by now, but that was before the idea of seeing her again was suddenly dangled in front of his face. Would he really be that distracting, though? The idea of that got Isaac huffing in frustration a little, ears flaring out to match. "Maimai means the world to me, you know?" Isaac said. "Her success matters. A lot. The last thing I'd ever want is to distract her from her career, intentional or not.
Besides, I'm a walking, talking anomaly. And even before we take the whole Reaper thing into account, a lot of my forms are really bizarre. So if I'm not off looking for spirits, I could totally let myself be studied." Wow. Isaac actually dodged the pervy joke potential on that one. He must have really been committed to the idea of supporting Maia to withstand the irresistible lure of "playing doctor" snark.
Right. Priorities. Getting cured was a bit more important than Isaac selling his body to science. He nodded at Mikemon's response. "Once this stupid pill wears off, I'm probably going right back out to get my next one," Isaac said. "Iko's still in the area, too, so I can probably count on him coming with me. That way, we don't need to worry about pill #2 needing to come out. If our next DNA Digivolution's a success, we might be able to put a dent in this corruption after all." Something told Isaac it wouldn't be necessarily over after this, but at least a stronger DNA than SkullSatamon would able to stem the tide.
For now, though, Isaac had an important message to send. "Don't worry. The person I'm looking for's as gentle as they come," Isaac murmured as he awkwardly drummed his fingers on the Terminal's keys. It was just one email. How hard could this be, really?
Judging by the fine minutes of silence before Isaac typed the words "dear Elliot," very, but he finally managed to get something done.
Elliot,
It's Isaac. I fucked up. We need to talk.
With that, he hit send, letting himself flop back onto the bed with a defeated sigh. He had no idea how long it'd take Elliot to get here, but he was not looking forward to this next meeting.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 1, 2018 5:24:54 GMT
"The death of both worlds, not through good and evil or any force, but through economic squabble? I... could unfortunately see that happening." Sheesh! The cat shook his head of that unpleasant thought, leaving that one at the door.
Of course, that wasn't all there was to it: Isaac wouldn't be a distraction, of course, but at that second offer, the feline couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, really? Well then we'll just have a dotted line here, one there, and we'll see just how that Core's affected by the D-Reaper data." The joke touched on a bit of a morbid end, as the Mikemon gave a sigh. "The data I've already gotten from you is immense, to be perfectly fair, but even the basics of it are way beyond Maia's current capability. Still, if she hangs in there, a lot of doors will open up - in both worlds, maybe."
But yes, priorities: Isaac had a plan, and the next totem was on the list. "Iko seems pretty determined to find it in his own right, so you shouldn't have to worry about him wandering off. And yes, once you achieve a Vaccine form, I should finally be able to purge the corruption from your core. From there, well, we may have to play it by ear." Too many variables to solidly say a single thing, but hopefully Isaac understood.
Handing the device over to Isaac, the feline gave a nod, before walking off to the hall. This was all in his hands now, after all.
[Exit]
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2018 5:43:15 GMT
"Yeah. Let's . . . just be glad we don't have to deal with all that crud," Isaac said. Maybe it was better off that Digimon were the world's worst-kept secret, if only so it didn't cause global riots when the secret did break. "It's a shame, isn't it? Bet a lot of good could come out of the worlds coming together, if people didn't end up screwing up."
For example, Maia would get to have a Digi-degree in two worlds, not one! If it wasn't for the looming specter of having to own up to his consequences hanging over his head, Isaac would've probably been joking around with Mikemon without a care in the world. As is, however, Isaac found himself wondering just how immense the data collected from him was. "Hopefully it'll be immense enough to make sure nothing like yesterday ever happens again," he said, the reality of the situation settling back in for him. "And eh. If studying me's a bit much for Maia, I can try to help other ways. Maybe I can be her official document holder, since unlike a certain somebody I won't start eating all the papers when she turns her back." Somewhere in the world, Kuu might've felt his nose tickle from the incoming sneezes.
Doors were opening in both worlds in more ways than one. Between Maia's job between worlds and Isaac's current condition, it sure seemed like their lives were coming together more often than Isaac would've ever expected. Maybe he couldn't keep avoiding the human world forever, even in his current state. At the same time, was the world ready? That he and Mikemon could so easily imagine the doom of both worlds based on a cruddy IRS joke was a clear sign that it might not have been. Yet, here Isaac and Maia were, both on the precipice for completely different reasons.
Maybe by the time they were grown, they'd be seeing a way different world.
Isaac waved as Mikemon walked off. "Thanks for visiting, doc," he said, watching as the cat disappeared in the hallway. They had a conversation for so long, and so many important topics were covered, but . . . weren't they forgetting something?
Isaac popped off of his chair as he looked outside the hallway. "Wait!" he called. "You never told me if Alicia'd be free for a visit or not!" It was a shame Mikemon was gone, though, because that worry fell on deaf ears. Sighing, Isaac slumped against a wall and folded his arms. Who needed cats? He'd just finish waiting the old fashioned way.
[Fin?]
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