MPC 59X: Wild Card [MPC 41]
Mar 1, 2019 3:30:30 GMT
Post by Akano Keiji on Mar 1, 2019 3:30:30 GMT
MPC Name:#59X - Wild Card#41 - Summer Vacation
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MPC Scenario: Whatever jobs your character does - good or evil - it's time for them to clock off, kick back and go somewhere on vacation. Where will they go? Relaxing on the Beach? Party in Whitewater? Adventure to the Core of Darkness? Think of something that your character might want to do in their time off and presumably have some fun (fun is optional of course).
The sound of wheels over concrete was a constant susurration across the skate park.
”This is what you do all day?” The little blob clinging to one of his backpack straps piped up, voice reproachful and gruff, like this was beneath him. Keiji’s skateboard was but one of many in the skatepark today. The newly minted digidestined made little attempt to hide his digital creatures, and none of the skaters nearby seemed to care (or perhaps were too stoned to ask about them for fear of sounding crazy). It was one of the things Keiji loved about skateboarders. They were a ’go with the flow’ kind of community, and they let you sort of be whoever you wanted to be, as long as you let everyone else be whoever they wanted to be.
”You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Keiji executed a small flip into a grin on a rail a few inches above the ground. Easy stuff, but he wasn’t trying to do anything complicated with both of his digimon attached to him. ”You wanted to see the human world, well here it is. Drink it up.”
”I’m not unimpressed with the human world. Just what you choose to do with your time." The Mochimon gestured down to the board with his eyes. ”This skateboard is not an efficient means of transportation, and the tricks you are master while riding it do not translate to other skills that could keep you alive. Aside from balance, this gets you nowhere. You’d be better served to learn to ride a horse.”
At that moment, a second pink blob rose its head out of Keiji’s backpack, little round hands gripping the open edge. ”I know about horses! Um. Um…” the little digimon furrowed its brows like it was trying to remember something it had forgotten. It grew more distressed as the information didn’t come to it right away. ”Ohhh...if I were a Tentomon right now I could look up all kinds of stuff about horses!”
The first Mochimon, Toji, upon hearing his brother’s distressed voice, clambered over the backpack strap and stood on Keiji’s shoulder, wobbling unsteadily but not falling. He seemed concerned. ”Don’t worry Haru,” the gruffer digimon reached out to gently pat Haru on the head, trying to calm his distress. ”These forms are temporary. Rebirth is...disconcerting at best. I’ve forgotten things to-o-o-o!” Toji lost his balance as Keiji turned to a stop suddenly, and he toppled from the boy’s shoulder.
Quicker than the looked, the new tamer reached out and caught Toji around the wrist, the little digimon stretching and bouncing a bit like sad jello. ”Now, listen here! You are being reckless! What if Haru had fallen out of the backpack!? We didn’t join you so you could get us killed with your silly chosen children sports!” Toji jerked his hand back, dropping onto the asphalt with a little jiggle. ”Now what exactly was so important that you needed to risk my life like that?”
Keiji’s lip was upturned, finding the stiff and aggrieved Mochimon to be somewhat hilarious. ”Well, first,” Keiji said, sounding tired, like they were treading common ground, ”Stop with the ’chosen children’ nonsense. There’s nothing chosen or preordained about our pairing. Fate’s bunk and all. We make our own fate, right Toji?” Keiji extended a hand down and the little digimon, despite having indignantly crossed his arms, hopped up into his palm so he could be lifted. They fought constantly, but they knew each other’s desires instinctively. It was a good pair. Keiji lifted the little digimon so it could see what he was seeing. A pretty girl with a pushcart was selling shaved ice to the kids and skaters at the park today. ”And second, I stopped for that. Shaved ice. You’ll both love it,” Keiji looked uncertain for a minute, then exchanged a look with Toji, and the little digimon wiggled off his palm and dove into the backpack. ”You stay in and keep Haru safe. She’s not a skater, so I don’t know how she’ll react to digimon.” It was the thinnest excuse to let Toji keep his pride while hiding in a backpack, but it worked, and both pink heads vanished.
The girl was surprised when he ordered three different ices for, seemingly, one person, but he feigned that it was hot, doing that thing where he intentionally cleaned his forehead with the end of his shirt and rubbed his stomach a bit, which distracted her more than enough to stop her from questioning him further about his sugar craving. Sometimes being in shape was incredibly useful. Nobody questioned pretty people too thoroughly.
So as the sun started to go down, the three friends snagged a picnic table out of direct sight from the rest of the park, Keiji’s skateboard strapped down to his backpack (stupid laws) and his digimon happily diving headfirst into the plastic shaved ice containers. ”So, what did you think? Shaved Ice. Worth the trip?”
”Oh definitely! The melon flavor is my favorite!” The little pink digimon was alight with enjoyment. He was half covered in the juice from the snack, a pale green making him sticky. He was like a toddler, unable to help himself and riddled from head to toe with delight. ”Humans know nothing about growing meat, but they are excellent at shaving ice. I wonder where they get all the panjyamon to shave?”
The joke went over Keiji’s head, but apparently Toji understood it, because he was wearing his ’I’m the big brother and I don’t want to laugh at that’ face. He took one look at Haru enjoying himself so much and he simply nodded. ”Shaved ice is superior to skateboarding.” Toji said. His scale of appreciation was simple. Whichever Haru liked more, Toji liked more. And Haru’s vote was obvious.
Keiji sighed, but smiled. ”I’ll get you guys to come around. Skateboarding is awesome and you’ll both come to love it. Maybe when you’re big enough to ride your own boards you’ll understand it better.” Keiji needed his new partners to like his passion, otherwise they would never get anywhere. But the idea of a large bug on a skateboard (Haru had filled him in on what they would eventually look like) made him chuckle inside.
He hadn’t been so happy in years.
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