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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 29, 2018 1:21:14 GMT
It was late in Whitewater City and many of the places of business were closing up for the night. Yet for virus and demonic types the night was just beginning. The cover of darkness was always preferable to them to the glaring light of day as a cloaked figure slunk from the alley across from the Clinic. In the darkness their features were hard to make out, but in the dim light of the clinic's sign the shadowed features of an Astamon could be seen as it gave a curt nod to the Stingmon doorman.
"S'orry for ta late visit. Need ah consolation with ta Doc if he's got ta time for ah fellow demon type. Don't wanna ta be gone too long." The Astamon murmured canting his head slightly to one side pondering if the door guard would alert the good Doctor and let him in or if he needed to palm the bug type digimon a few bits. He'd brought a few despite disliking carrying money on himself for just such a reason. The information he sought though was worth it to him.
Worth it to figure out how to broach the complicated and rather unexpected situation he found himself in.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 29, 2018 1:38:22 GMT
It might have been the start of the city's nightlife, but that didn't mean that Mikemon's clinic followed the same nocturnal schedule. After such a long time away and a full day of work on his day back, all the Stingmon wanted to do was lock up and get some well-needed rest in his quarters. But just as he raised those keys, a rather informal voice hit the insect's ears.
A 'fellow demon' needed to consult the doctor? Turning to face the guest, the Stingmon gave a sigh, shrugging as he shook his head. "Even if you say that, the Doctor has to be 'in' for that sort of thing. I can see about-"
"No need for that, Stingmon."
"Ah, speak of the devil." Turning to his left, the Stingmon gave a nod to the doctor - a Mikemon, whose ears barely passed higher than the other two's knees in this conversation. The cat had a plastic bag slung over his shoulder, apparently from a quick run for errands in the city. Taking a brief look at the Astamon, the cat gave a nod. "Come on in, I have no appointments for the rest of the night. Stingmon, go ahead and lock up your desk."
The insect gave a nod, holding the door open for the other two before taking to his receptionist's desk, the Mikemon leading his guest to his office. "So, what brings you all the way out here? Poker night's still next week, right?"
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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 29, 2018 1:56:52 GMT
"Hey Doc." The Astamon rumbled out offering the Mikemon a fanged smile before following him inside. He spares the Stingmon one more glance as the Champion goes about wrapping up for the night. Clearly he wasn't a darkness dweller like himself, but then again if Asters schedule was anything it was erratic.
"Nah ta Poker nights still on. How else am I gonna afford my lavish lifestyle if I don't take you and ta others for all ta bits yea own?" Aster joked a chuckle soft and low rising from his throat as he ambled after the Doc till the reached one of the waiting rooms. Shrugging off the cloak the Astamon draped it over his arm like a gentleman as he gave a cursory glance around.
"Actually ta visit isn't so much about me hence ta consultation." Aster explained scratching the back of his head idly with one gloved hand. "Yeah see ta thing is ah wanted to know what'cha might know about humans. In-training humans specifically. Like what tey eat. How yea go about tellin if tey're healthy or not. Normal stuff like what a partner should know bout t'ere Tamer an stuff."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 29, 2018 2:09:25 GMT
The Stingmon definitely wasn't a dweller of the night, but to be fair, neither was the cat on most days of the week. Taking just a moment to set that plastic bag in the supply room, the doctor gave a chuckle, shaking his head as his guest joked about 'stealing' the rest of their bits. "Careful there - I've seen you lose oh-so-much when you get hot-headed on your bids."
That aside, it didn't take long to get to Mikemon's personal office. Rather than an observation room, here the cat had a desk, a chair high enough to sit level with the average visitor, and a number of books and files on-hand, in various shelves and cabinets, for reference. Climbing up behind his desk, he listened to Aster's curious question. It was good to hear that the visit wasn't about him, but what he asked about made the cat do a double take.
How to care for... humans? 'In-Training' humans, at that? The Mikemon ignored the term for a second, the cat needing to catch up with what the Astamon just asked. And, slowly, the cat lowered his head, eyes closed, pinging the bridge above his nose with a single paw.
"... Astamon. I'm just going to ask once." He gave a pause:
"The hell have you done, this time?"
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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 29, 2018 2:32:00 GMT
"It's called gettin into to game Doc. Yea should try it sometime." The Astamon joked settling into the chair across from Mikemon's desk as he observed the Doctor's decor approving of the various books and file cabinets and the fact that now that both of them were sitting they were at eye level. All in all it made the establishment look downright respectable and while Aster likely stood out like a sore thumb givin his innate unrespectableness he still overall approved.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Why do yea always assume I did somethin Doc?" The Astamon exclaimed throwing his white gloves hands up in front of him in defenses as he did his best to look the picture of innocence. Easier said than done of course. "I'm just ta victim of circumstances here so don't give meh t'at look!" Aster added in a huff.
"If anyt'ing it's t'at damned Trailmon's fault. Went and bolted without it's passenger and left meh red handed in ta middle of nowhere with ah damned human kid." The Astamon explain as he reached up to press his palms against his eyes as he sighed in exasperation.
"I considered just leavin it t'ere. Told it to follow ta tracks and it'd hit civilization in a day or so. But..." And he groaned pulling his hands away from his eyes as he leaned back in the chair staring skyward as if to beseech Mikemon's ceiling for wisdom.
"It just looked so darn pathetic aftah I left. Just curled up in t'is little ball and started makin t'is noise Doc. I mean I'm not ta nicest mon, but I really really didn't like t'is noise. Made meh feel all sick'in ta like. So I turned back for it." The Astmon added with a long suffering sigh.
"I mean it didn't even know where it was. Had ta have been fresh outta wherever ta heck humans come from. Woulda been picked off before it even made it to civilization and it was real small and ta like. Gotta be in-training or close to rookie, but not as old as ta bigger Tamers." He explained hoping to justify himself to some extent even knowing that nothing about the whole encounter could be labeled as 'normal' even when it involved humans. Heck almost everything involving humans was abnormal, but his was more so.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 29, 2018 3:04:37 GMT
"Because when you get like this, its usually because you have done something, Astamon." Ever since that 'Seadramon' incident that the two had vowed to never speak of again, the doctor had learned to take whatever the Astamon had to say with a grain of salt. The way he was speaking of caring for a human, like it was the same as keeping a house pet, was only ringing more alarms in the doctor's head.
If he was a victim of circumstance, that would just remain to be seen. At least to humor him, the cat went ahead and listened to everything that Aster had to say. A Trailmon left a human in the middle of nowhere, the Astamon tried to tell 'it' to shove off, but 'it' started crying... and so the Astamon took 'it' home. All the while, the Mikemon could feel his eye twitch, a vein pulsing above his temple under the fur as he explained the situation.
"Good, good. Now the next logical step is to get 'it' something to eat, wrap a nice warm blanket around them, and get 'em right back to Terminus so they can get along with their lives." The cat gave a sigh, but at this point, he just pressed for more questions: "Did the human have any sort of digivice on 'em? Doesn't matter what kind, just curious. And where's the human right now?"
Aside from that, though, the cat mulled over what to tell him. Aster was basically asking how to be a parent, and quite honestly, Mikemon was seventy percent sure the demon wasn't qualified to take that on. Regardless, though, he ran a finger through a few hardcovers, and pulled something out.
"Generally speaking, it should be about the same as a mammalian Digimon of their size. There's a book or two I could loan you on human physiology, but I don't know how much you'd be able to use as a guide. I mean..."
He flipped through the pages: "Its not like too many human diseases can even exist on this side."
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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 29, 2018 3:38:12 GMT
"Ta human's back at my place in ta Shining Sea and yes it has a Digivice. Accidentally turned itself into a Harpymon for like ah day. Been calling it Birdie ever since since I have ta call it somethin." He replied, more than happy to answer Mikemon's question, before glancing down at the book. The fact there were books on such a subject seemed to ease some of the tension in the Digimon's shoulders. Books he could do. He knew how to read despite what others might believe and most books were relatively reliable so long as you took them with a grain of salt.
"But ah t'at's where I'm havin difficulty. I tried puttin it on a train ta Terminus so it could get back ta it's world and it uh....it came back." He explained with a grimace and a sigh. "Admittedly teach'n it to fly was probably not meh smartest idea, but it was easier t'an carrying it and I figured Birdie had wings it aught to know how ta use em." Aster added looking a little bit on the sheepish side as he admitted the failure on his part. The Human would have had to get on the Trailmon if it hadn't known how to fly.
"I took it to ta station three times and three time it followed me back. I didn't have ta heart to try to run it off with attacks as it ain't t'at good at dodging yet, but while I figured water was ok for it it's runnin out of ta food it had in it's bag so good to know it can eat most of what I can." He murmured before a harsh frown tugging at the edge of the Astamon's lips.
"And Doc..." Aster adds in a soft whisper. "I don't know what's wrong with it. It doesn't seem to want too go back and it doesn't... well it didn't look so good when I found it. It doesn't act all loud and boisterous like ta other humans I seen. I mean it wasn't bleedin or nothin. No injuries I could see, but I think it's ah bit thin. I stopped mentionin goin back to the human world to it aftah a bit. Cause it get's t'is look in it's eyes. Like it's some cornered mon in a trap and it'll chew it's own arm off if it means escapin."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 29, 2018 20:34:55 GMT
Right, of course Astamon was keeping the human at his place - a remote abode out in the Shining Sea. For the demon before him, it wasn't too far away from a few cities, but for a mere human - or even a Harpymon - it was one of the most isolated places one could be.
"So you mean, alone, back at your place." The cat's words were sharp as he asked for clarification, sighing as he tapped his claw against the desk. Worse yet, it sounded like this human came with some bandage - had the Harpymon already imprinted on the Astamon? From a cursory glance, it sounded like the human, at the very least, had abandonment issues in the past - and if that was the case, Mikemon wasn't sure how long they would just sit still in Astamon's abode.
Hearing the human's apparent desperation from the Astamon was definitely concerning, though. It wasn't that Astamon was keeping the human there - its that he absolutely didn't want to go back at all. For an adult, that was a choice, but for a mere child who didn't understand the terror this world could bring?
The cat took a moment. And he sighed, shaking his head.
"You are one of the least qualified 'mons I know when it comes to what I would think of as a 'parent', Astamon." The Mikemon let out a 'tsk', leaning back in his chair. "I'll let you play this game for a bit, but what can you really do for the human, holed up out there? They won't learn anything, won't thrive - the human'll just grow more and more dependent on you. And the 'dark arts' ain't something I think they'll bite too hard at. So I need to know your plan, Astamon. Think of something."
A glint crossed the cat's eye: "Because if you won't, I'll have to find a way."
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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 30, 2018 1:10:54 GMT
"Jesmon no. I ain't t'at Sovereign damned incompetent. I got a sweet little Babamon neighbor couple miles or so out I check in on sometimes. I asked her to watch ta kid as she's got a soft spot for em." Aster explained with a soft huff of annoyance at Mikemon's incredibly low opinion of his intelligence on the matter. He might not know humans, but he wasn't an idiot. "I'd ah brought ta kid with me, but aftah ta third time tryin to get it on a train I think t'ey thought it was some sort a trick. Which course if t'ey had come with me I'd ah dropped em off on your doorstep so t'ey were probably right." He added with a scowl the Demon man Digimon's eyes narrowing dangerously at the hint of a threat in Mikemon's words. Aster had always hated being threatened and for a moment the urge to snarl at the Doc was strong, but the furthest the Astamon got was a brief flash of fangs before he settled back into the chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose and counting backwards from ten.
Mikemon was not intentionally trying to be hostile of this he was certain, but it still rankled the Ultimate that he'd come here for help only to get the fifth degree. Breathing in Aster let out a soft sigh between his teeth before he spoke once more. "First of all you seem to be of the opinion that I am arguing with you Doc." Aster spoke his words hard and clipped the accent he'd long ago learned to affect to blend in with his own kind melting away like mist in the noon day sun. The cultured clean syllables of his Empyryean accent bleeding through as it sometimes did when he was serious or too tired to give a fuck anymore what someone thought.
"I agree I am one of the least qualified mons to be looking after some in-training human even less one that's clearly traumatized in some manner, but I am not the least qualified mon. If I was I wouldn't be here trying to get your advice on the matter. I'd instead have just decided I was perfectly capable of doing whatever I pleased and never have darkened your door, but here I am." The Astamon exclaimed motioning to Mikemons office and himself in emphasis.
"That's why I'm asking for your help. Cause I know I'm not in a good situation to raise a house plant even less a living breathing traumatized spirit user. The best I can come up with right now is to take the kid with me and cycle through my various hidey holes around the Digital world. Let em see the world and if they want to learn my trade let them get their feet wet safely. Hopefully they realize this place isn't nice and it isn't safe and hopefully whatever they see is worse then whatever ran them out of their world in the first place and makes them want to go home on their own. That's the best plan I've managed to come up with so far. Get's them out and about and learning and hopefully makes them realize the Digital world is no fairytale." Aster explained slumping back in the chair with a world weary sigh. He hated asking for help, but he hated not having a solid plan more.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 30, 2018 1:26:47 GMT
Mikemon was harsh by necessity.
He was in the awkward position as one of the few in this world who could diagnose humans, and on top of that, the doctor was in touch with several others along the same level of concern. At the very least, he had to make sure that this Astamon still had his head screwed on at least somewhat the right way - which involved him starting with a rather low opinion of the Astamon.
Of course, the demon had some backbone. No-one liked to be spoken to like that, but the cat didn't even flinch at that silent show of fangs. With the taller demon, stripped away from his patience and his mask, the Mikemon was finally able to get down to the point:
Just what was his plan?
A tour of the Digital World. Specifically, his 'hidey holes' strewn about. The cat knew vaguely of them - they were all a stone's throw from civilization but far and out of the way enough that he could stay out of common lines of travel. His effort was an intent to 'scare' the human, but at that, the Mikemon gave a sigh.
"... Its not... entirely unheard of for humans to take residence in our cities." Conceding that much, the feline's tail flicked behind him, as he gave it a moment of thought. "Don't show the human just your hiding places. Show them Whitewater, Terminus, common points of travel - heck, have them run into other humans, see what comes of it."
His idea came calmly, the cat letting out a slow, deep breath: "And should they find something they like better than what you offer, don't be afraid to cut them free. The last thing I need to hear from you is that you have a 'Harpymon' pet, understand?"
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Wren
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Post by Wren on Apr 30, 2018 2:41:49 GMT
"I'm not interested in a pet Doc. Partner maybe, but that's the kid's choice." The Astamon murmured offering a light shrug, but some of the tense wariness that had hardened his shoulders began to relax.
"It might take me a bit to talk the kid into following me out of ta Shining sea. Once I can assure t'em I'm not gonna force em to go back to ta human world t'ey should relax enough to let me show em around. Maybe if they bond with some other human kids t'ey'll prefer to go with t'em instead." Aster spoke slowly letting himself slip back into his practiced accent. Affecting the more casual at ease manner he was well known for by reputation.
"Sides it's not like I planned to end up with a human. I sure as hell won't miss ta issues t'ey cause once t'ey're gone even less t'em. Just cause I'm not cruel enough to run em off by force doesn't mean I'm gonna get attached." The Demon man Digimon huffed out his lips curling into a smile at the sheer hilarity of such an idea. Of course he would end up getting attached. Was attached. Would only grow more attached, but it would be a long time and take more then a few stiff drinks before the Astamon would ever openly admit such.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Apr 30, 2018 3:44:03 GMT
"Well, so long as you keep it in the kid's hands, I guess I can't berate you more than I already have..."
The cat was far from apologizing, but at the very least, his tone was more level than it had been a few minutes ago. It was hard to entirely tell with the demon, though as long as he was acting in the human's best interests - and not getting too caught up in his own emotional attachments - it should probably work out alright. "Don't hesitate to bring the human here if something comes up that you can't handle, mind you. I've given you a general guide, but I can't cover for everything. As long as you keep 'em out of the more unique virus-type delicacies, though, you should be fine."
Right, was that about it? The cat took a moment to yawn, shaking his head as he tapped at the desk. "Sorry, running all over with this D-Reaper business has been making me run around ragged. Even had to send the Stingmon as a proxy to a few meetings I really should have gone to myself. Can't be helped..."
Well, there was that, the missions, the research club, and his time with K. The cat was really stretching himself thin! "Anything else you needed?"
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Wren
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Post by Wren on May 3, 2018 18:30:18 GMT
"No I think that pretty much does it for me." Aster murmured giving Mikemon an understanding nod at the mention of the whole D-reaper issue he'd heard mention going around. It was times like now he was more then a little glad he hadn't been born into the Dark Continent and was more a migratory Virus type.
"Nasty business that and no worries I don't plan on letting the kid out of my sight much till she gets her wings under her. I'm rather disinclined to let the little Birdie get eaten specially if it earns me one of your famous lectures." The Astamon spoke with a chuckle as he got to his feet settling his cloak about himself once more as he gave Mikemon a nod.
"I can see myself out Doc. I know you're busy, but...well thank you." The Virus type muttered out. The gratitude quick and hasty, but no less sincere in it's slightly rushed and awkward manner.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on May 4, 2018 0:26:44 GMT
Ah, that was it? With a small pause, the Mikemon gave a nod back to the Astamon, and even extended a hand out to shake the ultimate's own.
"You'd better keep a watch over her," the cat added to his comment, with a fang-filled smirk. "But don't try and hover too much. Bird or not, she's gotta be able to stretch her wings out somewhat?" Did that metaphor really work, or was the cat grasping at straws?
Either way, there wasn't much more he could say at the moment. The Astamon was right that he had it quite busy, but at that mention of thanks, the cat gave a chuckle. "Heh. If you wanna show it, just wear your poker face like you usually do. Who knows, I might end up taking you out to eat with your own money."
With that, and a hearty laugh, he gave a wave out to the Astamon.
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Post by Wren on May 9, 2018 2:24:49 GMT
"Me? Hover? Don't make me laugh Doc...or do." The Astamon chuckled his grip firm as he shook Mikemon's hand the Doctors metaphor grasping at straws or not earning a fanged smile from the Ultimate. Tucking his cloak back around him he turned towards the door letting out a soft snort at the comment about their poker night.
"Hell I'm still better then Neodevimon and at least I don't eat all the snacks. Sides I think my poker face held up pretty well when bluffing that Seadramon. Honestly how someone can be so bad at poker while literally wearing a mask I'll never know." Aster mock bemoaned as he lifted a hand in a casual wave and let himself out. Ambling out into the darkened streets of Whitewater he glanced around blue eyes taking in the shadows and stars hung above him in the sky barely visible for the lights of the city before he spread his wings and launched into the air. No need to sneak around nearly as much when he was on his way out.
He could only hope his home was still in relatively one piece and the Babamon wasn't having too much trouble with the kid.
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