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Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 24, 2019 18:57:08 GMT
"Oh.. That's true." Arakan huffed, though she wasn't actually super down about her tiny mishearing. "I just thought you might be a really unlucky tourist or something.. I hadn't really thought about language barriers." She hadn't really thought about much else other than trying to get back into her human form. And if not that, then someone could at least help her get better adjusted to this new form. It sucked to think that she would be stuck like this forever potentially, but one big upside to that scenario was that she would never have to deal with her trash side of the family ever again. She could just start going by a different name and squat in that village Charles' had mentioned and never have to worry about it. But still, that scenario sounded like something out of a book. It was a "happily ever after" that would come much too soon, and so there was no realistic way that could happen. She was at least certain of that much.
The questioning about her mother wasn't too direct, and in a normal situation they might be easy to answer. But she still couldn't help feel a slight bit of panic. "It's.. really complicated. I have to do this on my own. I can't just go crying and begging to my mom like some small kid." The Plotmon mumbled, looking away while she spoke. "She won't take me seriously about anything until I show up at her door. She'll listen to me then.."
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 25, 2019 3:42:14 GMT
Charles couldn't help but chuckle a little at Arakan's huff, and her explaining herself - and would smile warmly. "It's okay, kiddo - I still appreciate your concern for an old man like me. You're a rather kind young..." He'd trail off a second, eyeballing Arakan as he scratched his cheek - trying to consider what Arakan must identify as. "... Lady, yes? Pardon me - being a digimon makes it a little vague beyond your voice, but I've been trying to get out of the habit of assuming, as well." He'd question, giving her a sheepish smile. "Either way, you seem like a kind soul - and I can appreciate that. Can always use more kindness in the world, and whatnot."
But then came the question of Arakan's trip, and her mother. Charles couldn't help but frown perhaps a bit grimly - as Arakan's responses, well... It didn't exactly paint a pretty picture of her mother, and the situation indeed seemed complicated; though it raised the question of whether they both saw it as complicated for the same reasons. If he was honest, something about this was giving him a weird feeling - and it raised a couple red flags for him. "... I wouldn't want to pry into your personal life, and your relationship with your family, any deeper than necessary - though... You wanting to go on a four-five hour trip just to get to Kamakura, and the idea that you'd have to cry and beg to your mom, or that you have to make her listen to you or take you seriously... This all sounds either like a big misunderstanding, or that there's something concerning going on, to be frank." Charles began. "I feel as though there's something here that I don't quite understand yet, that could have even more concerning implications. So with me being an adult, and you sounding as though you're young - at least young enough to need to rely on your parents - I feel the need that I should ask further for your sake."
The old man would sigh a little, massaging his forehead for a moment as he glanced to Arakan, thinking. "... I suppose, to begin, is asking why you want to go to Kamakura so badly. Is there something about Tokyo, or your father, that you don't like?" He'd question, frowning gently to her. "And why do you feel like you have to make your mom take you seriously, and listen to you? Does she not listen to your wants or needs normally?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 25, 2019 20:23:39 GMT
Arakan didn't want to go spouting about her family life, at least not in great detail. She could stand to vent off a little bit of steam, put some of those venomous and icky thoughts she had been having recently to words- at least to someone. "My father is a coward and a traitor who let's that vile witch of a woman control him, his income, his job- his daughter." There was a genuine and deep malice to her tone. It was clear the hate she felt for "that vile witch" was very real, and perhaps even justified if it had let her to that level of revulsion. Her fur stood on end just thinking about her, and she had to fight her lips curling back into a snarl. She wasn't even here, but Arakan wanted to snap and bite regardless. Though she would quickly shake that feeling off and take a nice, deep breath. Maybe she overreacted a little bit, but that was something she could blame on this form.
"She doesn't believe me because my stupid dad keeps telling her everything's okay! Maybe one would think that after all this years that maybe my 'stories' aren't just 'stories' but he always plays the same card. That I'm young, or it's phase or just.. something dumb! But it's okay, it's not her fault, it's his. I hate him so much." She let out an exasperated sigh and shook herself off, trying to maintain her calm as best she could despite her body's best efforts to get her going. "But if I go to Kamakura myself she'll have to hear me out. He won't be there to stop me or shut me down- mom will fix everything. She's not dumb like dad, she won't just try to send me back. She's better than that."
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 25, 2019 21:51:48 GMT
Charles would listen closely to Arakan's explanations and venting - quietly nodding along as she let off some steam. All the while though, he couldn't help but crease his brow a little, thinking it all over. It didn't sound like she had a very good relationship with her father, and what he guessed might've been a stepmother - or perhaps aunt or grandmother? He wasn't sure, if he was honest. Either way, none of this sounded very good... He could certainly see why she'd want to seek out her mother, but at the same time...
"... It certainly doesn't sound like you have a very good homelife..." Charles would begin, frowning sympathetically to Arakan, sitting down with her. "I can certainly understand why you'd want to seek out your mother, and possibly live with her... Though speaking as a father, raising a growing young lady such as yourself can sometimes be a little financially difficult, when you're single with a basic job - and I imagine that being surprised with a kid wouldn't help, either."
He would pause for a second, thinking over his words for a moment as he tried to decide on what the best way he wanted to word the next thing he was going to say. "... I don't say this to discourage you - but I think that you should go in expecting that she might not be able to house you immediately. Or at the very least, even if she is able to, there might be financial issues to be expected for the first while. Perhaps, if you're old enough to get a job, you could try looking into work in the area, or save up before you make the trip proper?" In truth, there was also the expectation that her mother's reactions may not be what she hoped it to be - but Charles didn't want to necessarily get her hopes down. Frankly, this situation had a lot of uncertainties and unknowns on both sides - he could see multiple ways that this could all go very wrong very quickly, if this didn't boil down to a misunderstanding or teen phase.
But, he was still willing to be a good samaritan, even if this did turn out to not be as big of a deal as his brain wanted to make it out to be. "... If you're comfortable with going with a stranger like myself, though... I could drive you to Kamakura for you, if you'd like." He'd offer, after some thought. "Once we figure out how to turn you back, we can start heading back to Shibuya, and I'd be more than happy to give you a ride - I have nothing better to do with myself beyond learning more about this strange world, and I don't feel comfortable letting a young lady such as yourself go on such a big trip on your own - even if you feel that you've prepared for it."
Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 25, 2019 22:22:40 GMT
Arakan shook her head at that. "He gets paid enough. It's not like he's working out of a convenience store. But that dumb witch is so needy and high maintenance that he's okay with throwing every spare penny he makes at her to please her. He's pathetic." She grumbled, and that would be just about all she had to say about her dad. There wasn't much more that needed saying- Heck, most if not all of this shouldn't have been said at all. She knew it was a bad idea to open up like this, 'stranger danger' and all that stuff she had been taught.
Charles made really good points though. Her father might be well off with his job, but she knew that her mother wasn't quite at that level of financial stability. She might be getting the right take-away from it, though. "Then I can get a job in Kamakura! It'd be really tough for me with school but.. I don't need much, really. I don't need all that fancy makeup and jewelry junk that dumb witch needs. None of that organic food crap either. She's so crazy." The Plotmon nodded her head in agreement with herself, but when she started to put some real thought into it she could see some rather obvious flaws in her plan. "I guess I can't just live off the street until that happens.. But I don't wanna go back to my dad. No one could even pay me to do that." She furrowed her brow, frustrated with the concept of having to put up with that household for even a moment longer.
"I don't want you to get in trouble, Charles. I don't want cops getting involved or like.. my mom wanting to punch you in the face. That would suck pretty bad." She shook her head at the idea. It was a really nice offer and she really wanted to say yes, but she didn't want Charles having to get in trouble for her drama. And of course she was still rightfully hesitant, since they had only just met.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 25, 2019 23:01:37 GMT
"Ah - perhaps I worded that a bit wrong, pardon me..." Charles began, as he scratched his cheek - clarifying "I was referring more to how it sounds like your father and stepmother stress you out an awful lot. It doesn't sound like a pleasant type of household to live in, even if your father is well off enough. But on that note, I also don't imagine that giving 'every spare penny he makes' to your stepmother is a very sustainable lifestyle either." Unless he had savings for emergencies, if something were to break down, well... That'd be a whole lot of trouble for them.
As Arakan would go over her plans though, Charles would listen along - letting her come to her own conclusions about it before he spoke up. "Getting a job isn't always the simplest thing, either." He'd comment, before thinking a second, and continuing "Do you have any family friends, or relatives, that you could reach out to? If you're able to arrange something with one of them, you could see if they aren't willing to help. Else though, you'd probably have to choose between the lesser of two evils if you did go to your mother, and she wasn't able to house you immediately. And personally, I'd say that staying on the streets wouldn't be pleasant - or safe - for a young girl like you, even if it's stressful at home for you."
Arakan's hesitation didn't get by Charles, though. He'd smile warmly to Arakan - mentioning "I appreciate your concern, and the hesitance, too. Even if I did say it wouldn't be any trouble, it's okay to not be comfortable with the idea - I'd say it's a good thing to not be immediately comfortable, in fact. Stranger Danger, and all." He'd nod understandingly, continuing "I did want to at least make the offer, though - I'd feel pretty guilty if I didn't at least offer you a hand with things. And..."
He'd trail off for a second, a wry expression crossing over his face, before he'd laugh gently. "Eheh, even if your mom did want to take a swing at me, I imagine that it'd be another day of boxing lessons, for me. Maybe I could teach you a bit sometime?"
"Hmm.. I dunno. I don't want someone tattling on me and telling my dad where I went. Heck, he's probably already called the cops.. If my stepmom hasn't stopped him. Wouldn't surprise me one bit." Arakan grumbled. When Charles had mentioned boxing though, her attention was mostly taken away from all those stressful family and house related thoughts. Enough to distract her briefly. She had never really been one for getting involved or sports or the clubs associated with them, though when Charles mentioned the streets being unsafe it gave her some crazy ideas. "I think it would be pretty smart to learn how to defend myself! I don't think I could box very well while stuck like this though. We could maybe figure it out once we're out of here?"
Being able to defend herself was something she should've thought about learning sooner. Granted, it cost money for most methods for doing so. But if Charles were willing to be her teacher for free she wouldn't dare think about turning his offer down. No one was ever going to hurt her again. "It's settled then! I'll get a job somewhere and I'll learn how to defend myself. Then I can get away from that stupid house!" Arakan nodded to herself, her short tail doing its best to wiggle.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 26, 2019 2:21:01 GMT
Charles hummed, but nodded in acknowledgement. Seemed Arakan was in a bit of a pickle, at least as far as getting away from a stressful family went. But, seeing her perk up at the mention of learning a bit of boxing would make him smile. "That sounds good - once you're turned back, and we start heading back to Shibuya, I'll teach you some pointers." He'd agree with a nod as he'd stand - grunting gently to himself as he did. Damn those stiff joints - he really should start looking into ways to help with that...
"I won't call myself the best teacher - you'd be best off looking for a professional for that - but I'll give it my best, nonetheless." He'd mention with a warm smile once he was upright, though. It wouldn't be too much different from how he taught his daughter, yeah? Seeing her tail wiggle, he couldn't help but chuckle and reach down to pat her back before he'd begin walking once more, adding "I just don't want to see you use the pointers to go pick fights, is all I ask. Like you yourself said - just to protect yourself, okay?" Last thing he wanted was for someone he taught to protect themselves to start using those skills to be some sort of hooligan - mischief was alright, but not at the expense of others.
As the duo would continue onward though, it wouldn't be much longer until the trees would begin to thin out - prompting Charles to glance ahead. It seemed they were reaching a sort of clearing, and past the trees, one could glimpse what looked to be something bright and colorful. Were they at the Village already? Encouraged, Charles would pick up the pace a little - he wasn't sure why exactly he felt so eager to approach, yet... There was a strange sense as though something was leading him forward, now. That same feeling that came over him in his dreams, calling to him. It was somewhere nearby...
But before he could find the source of whatever was calling to him, they would first be met with the sight of what was the Village of Beginnings. Buildings of what looked to be plush, pathways like quilts, and toys of varying sizes scattered about - it was almost like something out of a fairytale, the village. But Charles also noticed what almost seemed to be a semi-translucent 'bubble' that encompassed this space - the surface would shimmer and ripple outwards like water when he touched it, but otherwise, he was unable to pass through it. "Huhm... I suppose it'd make sense this place is well protected..." He'd muse out loud, glancing around to see if there was some form of entryway. He wouldn't see anything just at a glance that could let them thru, but...
Charles would glance up to notice a swan-like Digimon - white with light grey markings, and some form of breastplate and greaves - wing their way down before him and Arakan. On the bird-digimon's back would be what looked almost like a baby carrier - but instead of a human baby, a small, round, and fuzzy black digimon would peer at them with wide, curious golden eyes. It raised the question of if the little fellow had ever seen a human before! But either way, the Swanmon would glance to the duo, before asking "Might I ask why you two are here?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 26, 2019 20:24:49 GMT
"I won't, I get along fine with most others.. Unless they're a real stick in the mud and tell on me all the time." She grumbled that latter bit of her statement, remembering the times she'd been caught tagging. It wasn't like she was drawing anything lewd- when she made art, she made art. Not dumb jokes. Not that it ever stopped some people from ratting her out to the nearest authority figure. In the end, she simply stopped trying to make her school look a little more lively.The last thing she needed was to be expelled, and she had already been suspended a number of times. "A professional would cost money.. But that shouldn't be an issue if I get a job." Arakan nodded. She wasn't sure just how much time she would be devoting to learning how to box yet, but no doubt it was going to be a lot.
With all that settled, Arakan followed beside Charles. Matching his pace, despite her strange waddle. Once they had reached the village, it was hard not to notice that barrier right off the bat. She stayed close to Charles side, eyeing the barrier with both wonder and suspicion. "Protected from what though? This area seems pretty safe.. Or maybe we're just lucky?" She was starting to go over the possibilities in her head, her brow furrowing the more she thought on it. Still, she felt really good about being here. It was a deep satisfaction that went down to her soul- though still, it didn't feel like it was her own. It was that same odd feeling just like before.
The Plotmon was so distracted by her own thoughts that when the swan above them spoke, she let out a startled little bark and hid behind Charles' legs, peeking out from behind them and then up at the swan. She stared at the.. creature? Was it rude to think of them as just that? She couldn't tell without asking, and she was much too busy being a bit shy and staring at the bird Digimon with wonder. "W-We uh.. This is where we're supposed to be, right?" She stuttered a bit while asking. It was hard not to be a bit anxious in this situation. "We thought someone might be able to, uh.. help me." Arakan clarified a bit more, though she was still speaking softly.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 26, 2019 20:59:29 GMT
"Well... From what I mentioned before - this is where all digimon are born, it sounds like. I imagine that they wouldn't want a bad digimon to wander in and start hurting the eggs or kids." Charles mused out loud, in response to Arakan's question. Though while the Village did indeed seem rather safe and calm - whimsical, even, with how colorful it was - he could easily see someone coming along to cause trouble...
The Swanmon, though, would land not too far from the duo - approaching them from the other side of the barrier. First, the birdlike digimon would give Arakan a puzzled look, craning her neck down to eyeball the Plotmon every which way. "Well, you seem rather fine to me! Unusual coloration for a Plotmon-X maybe, but then again that coloration reminds me a bit of a Meicoomon, but I digress - nothing unusual about you that I can see... See, a Plotmon such as yourself usually has a more cream-colored coat, though digimon these days sometimes will hatch in a whole array of colors! Sometimes it's a result of them having a different attribute or element from normal digimon of their kind, but sometimes it's also purely cosmetic! Have you ever seen a rainbow Vamdemon, a pink Plesiomon, or a purple Tyrannomon? I've heard a couple of the kids I myself focused on raising grew up to be strangely colored like that..."
Charles would blink a bit, before scratching the back of his head a little with a chuckle. "Well... She's supposed to be a human, but she seems to be stuck like this. I myself would like to visit the Village though, if that's alright with you - there's something I'm looking for that's around near here." He'd supply, adding "We ran into eachother along the way here, and figured we'd come here together, to see if there's a way we could help her turn back."
The Swanmon nodded, bringing a wing to her chin and thinking. "Well well, I suppose that a visit isn't too unusual - you're not the first human to have come here. But a Digimon that used to be a human sounds a lot more unusual indeed!" She'd tilt her head one way, and then the other. "I'm guessing you're going to be another one of those Tamer types - they always come here and end up finding some digimon that becomes their partner. It's like we're handing out babies like candy these days! Not that it ever tends to go badly - most of the Tamers and Tamers-to-be I've seen come here are actually quite polite, and the partners they raise have become notable figures, too! But still, I can't help but wonder how long it is before we start getting bad Tamers, too - humans are just as varied as Digimon, are they not? What will happen to the children that end up following after such humans? Will they become something to be feared, like the Demon Lords that have been running around and making a mess of things these days? Heavens me, I don't want to deal with yet another influx of baby digimon - that Gaomon and Dorumon duo have enough kids as it is!"
Charles blinked, and looked as though he was about to say something, but the Swanmon would continue. "Ah but right, your Plotmon friend. Ahhh, hmm..." She'd think for a second, before mentioning "I think I've heard of things like that before - humans that, instead of partnering with the Digimon, they become one! Spirit Users or something, they're called - working together with the spirits of long-dead Digimon who don't revert properly. But I don't think I've ever seen or heard of a Spirit User who is stuck as a Digimon! Very unusual indeed - very very unusual... I don't think I'd be much help with that - that seems more like something you should take up with your Spirit, or maybe a digimon who's more familiar in dealing with such Spirits, I think - but I also don't know how that would work either seeing as I'm a digimon and not a Spirit User... Would it be like those spiritual journeys, or would it be like a fireside chat? I've heard Spirits can be cryptic too, so I don't know how one would hold a conversation with one, either..."
The Swanmon would blink, before glancing to Charles and Arakan. "Ah! Right, pardon me - I must've gone off on a tangent again. Sadly, I wouldn't be able to help with a human being stuck as a Digimon, but perhaps if you are like one of those Spirit Users, you just have a Spirit that's a little too eager to go! Homeostasis knows how you might've ended up with a Spirit without realizing it, though. Either way though, you two should be more than welcome to enter! Just hold out your hand - or paw, in the Plotmon fella's case."
Charles would blink, before nodding, holding out his hand. Once he and Arakan were both holding them out, the Swanmon would bring out what looked like a stamp depicting a striped digiegg in a nest, and stamped it on the back of both Charles' hand, and Arakan's paw. "There we are, that stamp there has special ink in it! We're beta-testing using this as a way to a-ok visitors, so that they can come and go for the day until the ink wears off! Let us know if it has any odd effects such as prolonged staining or digital irregularities. Don't touch the eggs, be gentle with the kids - and don't mind it too much if they come up to you, they're very curious little tykes - and overall, please do behave; we'll be watching you, understand?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 26, 2019 21:51:57 GMT
One half of her was already completely bored of what this Swanmon was saying, but she remained attentive and focused. They might've just kept on rambling on without any foreseeable end, but there was information among all that which she still needed. Context she had been craving. Some things were starting to make more sense, especially when the bird had mentioned spirits. If such were the case, then she had to be sharing this body with someone or something else. That explanation would at least help her understand why she was having all these strange urges- Of course, she could just as easily explain it with weird brain science. But trying to be too realistic about it in a fantasy world where weird alien monster animal things could talk with her and other humans fluently would be unreasonable. All that entire part about Demon Lords and evil tamers went completely over her head, but the spirit user stuff had her thinking.
She was just waiting for a chance to speak, after she had gotten a plan in her head. The Plotmon stuck her paw out to receive her stamp. They had no idea what this was about eggs, but she could at least make an educated guess and say that's where Digimon came from. Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to is what she was going to stick with, in this situation. "So I just.. Have to find another spirit user?" Arakan finally spoke up, looking to Charles. "I dunno if I would just turn back if we went back to Shibuya now. Do you think it might be a risk worth taking? I'm not really sure how I'm going to speak with a dead spirit on my own without some kind of tedious setup. Or trial and error."
The Plotmon stepped up to the barrier but then waited for Charles. She figured he might still have business there in the village too, so she might as well follow. They might find an experienced spirit user while they went about their business, though that was just wishful thinking on Arakan's part.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 27, 2019 2:48:38 GMT
"Perfect!" The Swanmon would chirp, clapping her wings once the stamps were done. She would then turn back towards a distant building, and open her wings - preparing to take flight, it seemed. "Now if you pardon me, it's probably time for this little tyke's lunch - can't leave them waiting too long, or they'll get cranky! And flying with bubbles all around isn't fun, let me tell you, I remember when-" "Buwaaaah...." The Botamon in the Swanmon's carrier would suddenly speak up, sounding displeased by the Swanmon's delay - followed with a distinct sound of a rumbly tummy to punctuate it. "Oop, that's my signal - be good now!" The Swanmon would call to them, before - with a running start - taking flight once more.
Charles would blink in the direction of the Swanmon, before glancing down to Arakan, chuckling faintly. "Sounds like it, unless you figure out a way to talk to that Spirit." He'd respond to her first question, before scratching the side of his head. "I'm not sure if going to Shibuya would necessarily turn you back either, though. Maybe if we can't find any other solutions?" He'd shrug a little, suggesting "You could try seeing if you can't reach out to it in some strange way, though, while we look around the village." as he made for the barrier.Stepping through was easy, though, now that they had the a-ok it seemed. The stamp would fizzle a bit - painlessly, but still a strange sensation that prompted Charles to glance down at his hand - as they passed through; looking around for any sign of that old tree that he had seen in his dreams.
All the whilst though, they would be greeted with a whimsical sight. Towers and buildings of what almost looked like plush building blocks, trees that had toys and candy hanging from the branches, a quilt-like floor beneath their feet, and bright colors wherever you looked. Off to one side, Charles noted that there were fields of what looked to be near-countless Digieggs, being attended to by what looked like a few Swanmon, as well as a few strange mammalian creatures - red with blue stripes. They were looking over the eggs, a couple were holding and gently rubbing one, and another would watch with happiness as yet another egg seemed to be hatching! "So many eggs... I suppose it's to be expected, if every Digimon in the world is born here..." Charles would comment, "But it does raise the question of how many actual children are- Woah!"
As Charles would exclaim in surprise, a handful of small, round digimon of various colors would proceed to swarm around the both of them, chirruping and babbling with curiosity and awe. A few of them seemed to be older and larger, and would chirp up - commenting and asking questions like "What are you?" "You're so big! Are you a digimon?" "This digimon over here kinda smells funny...!" Thankfully, one of the red and blue digimon - an Elecmon - would come along to nudge the little tykes along. "Now now, don't swarm the visitors, children, it's time for lunch! Come along, now..." Charles would watch as the Elecmon would gently herd the children off for, presumably, lunchtime - and couldn't help a small chuckle, glancing down at Arakan. "Take it from a parent, if you ever get interested in having or adopting a kid - be ready for lots of energy, lots of curiosity, and lots of questions." He'd joke lightly, smiling to her. "You see anyone that might be worth talking to, or checking out, though?" He'd then ask - glancing around for that tree. It was somewhere out here, he could almost FEEL it...
Talking to the spirit were much easier said than done. She had heard plenty of spooky ghost stories and about the various silly things other kids in her age group would do concerning the supernatural, but she didn't exactly have access to anything occult. Besides, she had the suspicion that this wasn't that same kind of spirit. "I.. don't know how to do that. It sounds like I'd have to meditate or do some serious soul searching." Arakan muttered, furrowing her brow in deep thought. She still managed to keep her pace with Charles while she went over her options, of course. Thinking and moving was one of those few talents she possessed, outside of her artistic abilities.
The eggs were something to behold. She wasn't really expecting that every single Digimon ever would come from an egg, but here she was, looking at them all- even watching one be ready to hatch. It was an odd experience, but she wans't yet desensitized to the wonder she was experiencing in this world. Though when a bunch of smaller Digimon came up to start smelling her she just sort of hopped up onto Charles' leg and clung on tight, looking down at the others with surprise. She only came back down once they'd been scooted alone- and only then had she realized what she did, making her ears sort of flatten against her head. "Oops.." The Plotmon muttered, shifting awkwardly. "So uh.. What are we looking for anyway?" She asked, looking around the village a little more.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jun 28, 2019 17:53:01 GMT
Charles hummed, scratching his cheek. "Yeah... I suppose just reaching out to it is something easier said than done, in hindsight..." He'd comment out loud with a sheepish chuckle, continuing "Though meditation or soul searching could work, if we can't find any better solutions..." as he walked along. Perhaps he should wait until they found someone who better understood this stuff, before he start making suggestions and the whatnot; he probably was just going to end up confusing her - and himself, too - at this rate, with his suggestions...
At Arakan's question of what they were looking for, Charles would blink a second. "... Well, as funny as it sounds... I'm looking for an old tree, somewhere out here." He'd mention with a chuckle. "At the risk of sounding like a senile old man... I have been to the Digital World once before, some time ago. A long story, involving an... Unusual trainride, to say the least. But ever since that accidental trip to the Digital World happened, I've been having... Strange dreams. Of this village, and of an old ancient tree that... Something seems to be lurking underneath, sort of calling to me?" Charles would scratch the back of his head, before chuckling as he commented "Geez, I really am starting to sound like a crazy old man, aren't I? Either way, the dream was why I decided to come out here - to try seeking out whatever in the world is..."
"... out... there...?" Charles would trail off a second as he paused in his steps - glancing out to beyond the buildings of the village. That same strange impulse that had been nudging him along, it led his attention out towards a field that seemed to be filled with toys, and playground equipment. It looked like this was a place for the children to play - when it wasn't lunchtime, of course - but beyond that ground...
... was an old, gnarled tree - near the barrier. at the edge. It was notably larger than the trees around here that held toys and candy in its boughs, and likely a different species of tree altogether as well; soft pink flowers blooming along the branches. Charles would blink, walking towards the tree, almost as though drawn in - drawing the attention of a nearby Swanmon cleaning some of the equipment, that would glance to him and Arakan. "Ah - are you the two we called about investigating the tree?" She'd ask - seeming to be a different Swanmon from the one that let the two of them in. "The children have been talking about how they've seen something hiding near the tree - we've been unable to find anything, but it's got the kids spooked...." She'd sigh, making a thoughtful gesture with her wing as she murmured "Hopefully we can figure out whether something is up with the tree or not - it's hard to keep the kids calm when they think that something's haunting it; and I really wouldn't want to cut down the tree, it's so pretty this time of year..."
Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 28, 2019 18:13:28 GMT
Arakan had noticed the old tree not too long after Charles had, her attention mainly brought to it by Charles sentence trailing off. "Hey, that's a pretty old tree!" She pointed out the obvious and started to waddle over to it, not really acknowledging the Swanmon until it spoke to them. She looked between the Swanmon and Charles, glancing from one to the other before looking back at the bird Digimon and nodding her head. "Yeah, uh.. That's us." It wasn't necessarily the truth, nor a complete lie. But either way they were here to take a look at it, and if at the same time it helped the village then she was all for it. When the Swanmon had mentioned something hiding, Arakan hummed and looked all around the tree, but there wasn't much to gain from viewing it at a distance.
Again, the Plotmon would look at Charles expectantly and then move over to the tree. What she was about to do would be incredibly weird if she were still in a human form, but as a pup she could get away with it just fine. She pressed her nose to the grass and started to sniff around, taking advantage of the heightened sense of smell to dig through the various lingering scents. Some old, some new- Some obviously from the village. She was starting to understand what one of the baby Digimon had meant by Arakan smelling weird, the smell between herself and the other Digimon was very distinct. Just as distinct as Charles was.
She still wasn't super used to it, but she pushed through the burning feeling in her sinuses to put a good effort towards helping the investigation. Arakan eventually gave a cough and looked at the Swanmon, assuming they would stick around to be questioned. "Is the thing that's hiding like.. Big or small?"