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Furlough for Family [Adrian/Ask]
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Post by Owen on May 6, 2018 16:48:29 GMT
OOC: Logan is present in this thread as an NPC.
A lot of eyes were being turned toward a pair of figures moving through the bustling center of Whitewater City. The spring sun was high in the sky, the salty sea breeze blowing through the fur and over the scales of the digimon that lived here; gentle, catchy music was playing around the city by buskers earning their pay. But it seemed there was something interesting about the digimon that warranted the attention?
For one thing, the smaller one was riding on the larger one's shoulders. A little purple and white Offmon in his characteristic legionnaire's hat, goggles and coat was riding a taller blue and white Gaomon, and was looking like he was thrilled at being treated this way. Perhaps it was the Gaomon's outfit that was drawing attention - a khaki military tunic with the initials "D.W.R" on the right chest pocket, and badges on either shoulder featuring a yellow sword and wheel over a red stripe with a black background, the words "7/71st Recon" underneath. A most unusual choice of garb, especially for a digimon that rarely needed to wear anything over his thick fur. But the Gaomon simply walked past the attention for now.
"So, kiddo, where should we get some lunch?" Owen asked the digimon that was riding him.
"Let's have it at the beach!" Logan the Offmon replied. "I like it there, plus maybe we can have some time to talk about... things, like what you remembered? About why you're wearing that uniform now"
"Heh heh, alrighty then" Owen said, grinning. The two would thus make their way toward a seaside cafe, looking forward to a nice fresh fishy meal And who knows? Maybe they'd meet someone they knew?
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 6, 2018 17:12:21 GMT
Adrian stretched his arms upward as he and his partner Shoutmon cruised through Whitewater City. "Aaahh, I love this city, and this weather! It has such a great feel to it, you know, Shoutmon?"
"I'm with ya there, Adri," Shoutmon says excitedly. "I love the beach, and the sun, and-" Shoutmon was interrupted by his stomach growling. He looked at Adrian and blushed, clearly embarrassed. "Heh... I guess it's lunchtime?"
Adrian laughed. "Alright, bud, let's go find a restaurant around here. Up for some seafood?"
"I'm up for any kind of food."
"Yeah, why do I even ask for your preference at this point?" Adrian joked as the two of them headed up to the beach, since it was a beautiful day. They approached this nice seafood restaurant, something that definitely seemed appropriate for the beach. However, when they arrived, they saw someone who looked... familiar.
"Adrian, is that... Owen?" Shoutmon asked.
"Yeah, I think it is... but who's that with him?" Adrian held up his left Digivice wrist watch, and scanned the Digimon. "Hmmm... says it's an Offmon, an offline Digimon part of the Appli family... wow, they're able to completely drain the powers of a Digimon in a certain area!"
"That doesn't answer WHY they are with Owen," Shoutmon says
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Post by Owen on May 6, 2018 21:29:00 GMT
Both Owen's and Logan's ears twitched as they heard the sound of a scanning digivice. They turned and there they saw two familiar faces. "Oh hey! It's Adrian and Shoutmon" Owen said, tail wagging a little as he saw the familiar faces.
"Someone you know, dad?" Logan asked, curious about the human and digimon duo.
"Yeah, we went on a trip together through the Bayou" Owen said, walking over to greet them. And speaking of trips, of course his long claws accidentally caught a crack in the pavement, sending the Gaomon tumbling down on his face. Fortunately Logan saw this coming and deftly jumped off his shoulders as he fell. The Offmon gave a little wave as Owen quickly recovered himself, standing by his son.
"How's it going, you two?" Owen asked. It had been a few days, digital world time-wise since they had last seen each other. Now would probably be a neat means of catching up. But first, to introduce the unknown face.
"Well, suppose I'd best introduce you. Adrian, Shoutmon, this is my son, Logan" he said, and awaited the reaction.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 6, 2018 21:41:23 GMT
Adrian looked up from his Digivice to see Owen walking over to him and Shoutmon, confirming that this was indeed Owen. "Hey there, O-"
Adrian didn't get to finish that greeting as he witnessed Owen fall face-first onto the pavement, causing Adrian and Shoutmon to not really know how to react, just staring at him.
"...yeah, that's Owen all right," Shoutmon chuckled. He and Adrian then ran over to help up Owen, who had still not recovered from his clumsy ways.
"Reminds me of when we first got to the Bayou," Adrian laughed after Owen had gotten up. He then turned his attention to the Offmon. "You're an Offmon, right? Do you know Owen or something?"
Then Owen explained who Logan was, which turned out to be his son. Adrian and Shoutmon had different reactions to this information.
"I didn't know you had a son, Owen," Shoutmon says, offering a hand to Logan. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Shoutmon!"
"...Digimon can have kids?" Adrian asked.
"Of course we can, didn't you know that?"
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Post by Owen on May 6, 2018 23:14:01 GMT
“Ah, thanks” said Owen as he was helped back up. Logan would’ve attempted to help, but the big Gaomon was twice as big as him and it wouldn’t have made much difference. Owen brushed the dirt off his tunic, wondering if the other two were curious about it. It had been quite a discovery in the Mainframe Hills where he had found it with an old comrade.
Logan grinned and returned Shoutmon’s handshake, gripping his paw through the long sleeve of his coat. “Heya, or as dad says, gudday” Logan said, grinning. His accent was a curious one – half of Owen’s Australian twang, and half of a somewhat Scottish dialect.
Owen was glad that Shoutmon was being nice to Logan. He gave a grin at Adrian’s reaction. “Heh, yep, we can. Although not in the human way of course” he thought he’d add. Most humans seemed to get awkward when that seemed to be implied.
“So, how have you been since the Bayou?” Owen asked. His yellow eyes glanced at Shoutmon with a bit of worry, given the last time he had seen him he had almost drowned. He hoped that he had recovered and that there had been no complications since then. “We can talk over lunch if you want, we’re just heading over to the cafe here” he nodded at the seaside establishment.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 7, 2018 0:15:41 GMT
"Hey Owen," Adrian says after Owen got up. "I didn't ask back at the Bayou, but why do you wear that tunic? It seems kind of strange to wear around, you know?"
Shoutmon was caught a bit off guard by Logan's accent. It was the weirdest voice he had ever heard in his life. It sounded somewhat like Owen's but something about it was... off.
Adrian didn't know how to feel about the fact that Digimon could have kids. Was... was the process similar to human reproduction? He then imagined bad things... things that would forever haunt him in his dreams. Thankfully, Owen explained that it is different for Digimon to produce children. "Then... how do you make kids then?"
The moment lunch was brought up, Shoutmon was up and hyper again. "Yeah, lunch was the main reason we even came here in the first place. My gut was rumbling up a storm when we got here. We'd love to have lunch with you!"
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Post by Owen on May 7, 2018 3:18:02 GMT
Owen was happy to answer. "Well, just this tunic's a part of my history I guess" he said. "You probably never heard of it, since nobody else has, but, back in the times before Whitewater and Terminus existed, I was part of a digimon nation that stretched from West to East. I was a soldier in its army, part of the 7/71st Recon. I've... only re-discovered this a short while ago, and met a few comrades that I remember. We're kinda getting the band back together so we can help out those in need in the digital world".
Logan had already been told this, and was kind of proud that his dad wanted to do that. It would at least keep his mind off the missing Hikaru.
Adrian then asked how digimon made kids. Owen smiled. "Well... when two digimon like each other a lot, sometimes miracles happen. There's this other digimon that I'm pretty fond of... Hikaru, and one day we felt like we wanted to share something, so, it seems like we made a wish, our data flew off into the air, and a few weeks later, Logan's egg appeared in the Village of Beginnings. And he said that we were his parents".
"Of course! I asked Elecmon and Cherrymon and they said it was true" Logan said. "But... it's also true that I was born as a partner digimon, so dad and my human partner Tadao kinda have to share me" he chuckled. It was no problem though, Tadao knew not to get himself into trouble while Logan was with Owen.
So then, it seemed that it was agreed to have some lunch. Owen and Logan approached the cafe ordering bench and tried to make a choice on what was on the menu.
"Aah! So much!" Logan complained, smelling the delicious scents from the kitchen. He just couldn't choose right now! Maybe after Adrian and Shoutmon ordered they could make up their minds?
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 7, 2018 20:57:24 GMT
"Re-discovered? You mean, like a past life?" Adrian asks, waiting for a respone from Owen. He then turns to look at Shoutmon, as if asking for approval. Shoutmon solemnly nods at Adrian, who then turns back to Owen.
"That's why we're in Whitewater, too, if I'm being honest. You see, Shoutmon digivolved to OmniShoutmon recently... and he's been having memories. Memories of someone he never even met, and memories of wanting to kill and burn everything. The only lead we have is this..." He takes out a piece of armor with what seemed to be a pink flower attached to it. "We're here to see if there's any relevance to this."
"I hope that we get somewhere with this... the thoughts are starting to freak me out. I don't want to kill anyone..."
Switching the topic back to a lighter one, Adrian then says, "If you saw the way humans make children, all three of you would be scarred for life. It's, uh... pretty disturbing."
Both tamer and Digimon were examining the menus. Adrian decided on fish and chips, while Shoutmon couldn't decide. They all looked so good...
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Post by Owen on May 8, 2018 1:50:12 GMT
Owen gave a nod of affirmation. “Yeah... takes a lot to prevent a digimon coming back” he said. “Had some close shaves, but... can’t keep this old dog down” he chuckled. “Not... that I am a dog though, I’m nothing like your earth dogs”
He promptly proved this wrong by scratching his ear with his foot. Logan giggled.
It seemed that Shoutmon had a similar thing. Owen and Logan’s eyes widened a little as they heard what Shoutmon was going through. “Wow, that’s kinda heavy...” Owen remarked at him having memories of wanting to burn and kill everything. He didn’t think Shoutmon was that kind of digimon. “Well, I hope I can help if I can... oh! My sister Cion, she might know too”.
As the subject was changed again, Owen chuckled a little nervously. “Yeah, I don’t think I want to know” he said, given that most humans didn’t want to talk about it.
Eventually Owen decided to end the hesitation and decided on a bit of everything to share. “Fishermon’s Basket thanks!” he said, which got them a collection of chips, fish, prawns, scallops, calamari and crabmeat. Delicious!
As for where they could have it, why not on the beach? The breeze was nice and the sun not too harsh. “Shall we?” he offered, hiring a towel. He didn’t really want to be brushing sand out of his fur for days after. If so, they would make their way to sit down under a palm tree, a few dozen yards from the shoreline.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 8, 2018 2:04:55 GMT
Adrian and Shoutmon laughed at Owen when he started scratching his ear like that. Just when Owen couldn't get any more silly...
"But that also means that you've died before," Adrian points out, bringing back up the past life. "Does... does it hurt to die?" He didn't know if he wanted the answer to that, but he asked anyway.
"You have a sister?" Shoutmon asked Owen. "Can you call her up or something right now? It would make me feel a lot better if you could right now."
Adrian laughed again at Owen's answer. "Well, I'd be glad to tell you. First, the pair begins to start a process called se-"
"WAIT STOP!" Shoutmon immediately yells. "I'M STILL INNOCEEEENT!" Of course, Adrian was only joking about actually explaining the way humans make babies, so he got a good laugh out of his reaction.
"Yeah, lunch on the beach sounds great," Adrian says. "Lead the way!"
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Post by Owen on May 9, 2018 3:12:16 GMT
"Hmm... that's a difficult question" Owen answered. What did he feel when he 'died'? A more accurate word would be 'destroyed', since digimon couldn't truly die. He thought back to that time where he and his platoon desperately held their position. His expression grew vacant as he faintly remembered the sound of screams, of gunfire, of the thunder of a digimon battle.
He remembered pain, he remembered exhaustion, then... after that... serenity. And peace.
"...dad?" Logan asked Owen, the Offmon concerned by how long the Gaomon was remaining silent.
"It feels like... just letting go" he answered. "And the next thing you remember, you're trying to bust open out of your digiegg" his expression turned into a light grin again. "Believe me, harder than it looks when you're a little jelly blob".
Logan chuckled as he understood the feeling completely. As Owen mentioned Cion, Shoutmon asked if he had a means of communicating with her. "I might... I'll take a look" he said, reaching into his tunic pocket for his communicator. He tried to make contact with Cion, but... there was no signal. "Oh, I can't seem to reach her" he said, apologetically.
"Aunt Cion goes on a lot of missions for her organization" Logan said proudly. "Sometimes she goes to places that are out of signal though".
Then Adrian was about to tell Owen about how humans make children, making Shoutmon freak out. Owen and Logan were a little confused, but it seemed that it wasn't that pleasant of a subject to talk about over lunch.
With that, they got settled on the beach, Owen and Logan ravenously beginning to munch on some delicious battered fish fillets. Being beast digimon, they weren't that fussed about manners.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 9, 2018 22:19:51 GMT
"So Digimon can't truly die, huh..." Adrian comes to the conclusion. "That's a big relief to me. At least I won't have to constantly worry about Shoutmon dying for good or anything like that."
"Well... you're half right," Shoutmon says. "Say I was killed by another Digimon. If that other Digimon wanted to, they could munch on my burst data like I munch on burgers, meaning buh-bye me. Remember Tawna and the Arkadhimon?"
"Oh... right..." Great. There went Adrian's good mood.
And Shoutmon's good mood went away too when Owen said that Cion couldn't be contacted. "God damn it... contact her as soon as you can."
Shoutmon assumed that lunch would bring up his mood again. When Owen and Logan began munching on their food like that, Adrian sweatdrops as he stares at the two with a look of bemusement and amusement. "I guess all Digimon love their food, huh?"
"Yup!" Shoutmon nods as he starts eating in a similar fashion.
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Post by Owen on May 12, 2018 14:44:11 GMT
Owen and Logan's expressions became somewhat solemn as the talk of absorption began. "Yeah... those are bad" Owen said. "Although it's only truly evil digimon that do that. Absorbing data is taboo with most digimon, even those from the rougher areas of the digital world". Owen remembered the crisis from the old days in his earlier form.
"Rather than let digimon get stronger by absorbing other digimons' souls, well, we get pretty mad with those that try to consume data" he said. "So, if a digimon goes around absorbing others, well, they usually get a bounty put on them and they get destroyed. A lot of digimon think that if they're killed, the digimon they absorbed are released again, but, it may be a bit more complicated than that". Owen wished that was true, it would make that particular subject a lot more palatable.
Shoutmon then asked him to contact Cion as soon as possible. "I'll do what I can, mate" he said, unable to make a solid promise. Come to think of it, Cion had been off the radar for a while. He was beginning to worry about his sister.
Well, those feelings were temporarily put aside by the delicious meal in front of them. Owen and Logan devoured their share until they could eat no more, both of them leaning back, holding their white furred bellies from the exertion.
"Dad, somehow I think we should learn to use cutlery like humans" Logan said, realizing that reducing the speed of food intake might prevent this feeling of bloating again.
"Heh... maybe" Owen answered. "You guys enjoy that?" he asked Adrian and Shoutmon.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on May 12, 2018 21:43:17 GMT
"Absorbing data must be the Digimon version of murder then..." Adrian says, upset by talk of data absorption. "That's taboo in my world as well. All fighting really is, unless it's at a sport like baseball."
"What's baseball?"
"I'll explain it later."
Shoutmon nods at Owen after he said he'll do what he can. "Thank you, Owen. This whole thing is really putting a strain on me... any more stress and I may actually lose my appetite! And that's the scariest thought there!"
"Not the whole wanting to kill others thing? Your priorities are completely skewed, Shoutmon."
Adrian laughed when he saw the two dog-like Digimon reacting from the aftermath of eating food that fast: feeling completely, utterly full. "Yeah, you Digimon don't know how to control yourselves when food is involved. Using things like forks and knives will help in the long run... do you two need a minute before getting up?"
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Post by Owen on May 13, 2018 12:09:41 GMT
Owen agreed on that point. "It's something of a delicate balance to be honest. We digimon ordinarily have the power of what you humans call immortality, but any other digimon can take that away at any time at the moment we're most vulnerable. Thinking about it, it's that fact that prevents most of us from actually acting out and doing that, if it makes sense".
Logan understood none of this. Even if he had been partially formed from the data of his parents Owen and Hikaru, the very concept of an act so evil was something he couldn't comprehend.
Owen then turned to Shoutmon, understanding that he really did seem eager to find someone that could help him. He pondered about asking a digimon other than his sister, if she couldn't help him, who else might? Who had he met that had retained disturbing memories of a past life and still moved on that might be able to help?
"Well... there's another, a friend called Brad, he's a Bearmon" he said. "He might be able to help too".
After they had finished their meal, Owen and Logan grinned, standing back up after a minute. "Heh, nah, we didn't go overboard" Logan assured them. Now that they were full, they felt rather more positively disposed to the world. Now then, what to do next?
"So then, you two familiar with Whitewater?" Owen asked them. "I could give you a tour if you want".
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