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Post by Vergil on Sept 12, 2019 2:32:52 GMT
Justice quietly sighed as the others engaged in their conversation. He slowly slouched in his seat. He wasn't interested in chatting as he was annoyed that his table was now a hotspot for everyone within a hundred foot radius.The long-haired dude coming to sit here was fine since there was no available tables anywhere, but then peacock head came over here after being laid down flat, inviting another dude over here that spoke Japanese. He only stared at the native speaker with a raised eyebrow, not knowing what the hell he just said.
He started to consider taking his food to go; he was not in a mood to socialize. He came here to eat in peace, go home, play some Monster Hunter World while waiting for his Digimon to come back from their little trip, and that's it. He wasn't trying to hang out for the rest of the night or make new friends.
"Oh thank god - food." Justice said quickly, sighing in relief as the waitress approached his table, anything to diffuse any new negative thoughts in his mind. "Oh hey, could you bring some containers," he aksed, "I want to take them to go, please." The waitress nodded and disappeared into the kitchen doors to get that and his check.
Justice sat up in his seat, patiently waiting for her return so he can get out of here. That was the only thing he was excited for to be honest.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Sept 23, 2019 0:08:33 GMT
"Alright, alright," Leith capitulated in response to Shota's macho act. "Give the man a little space." Leith back up an extra inch or two. "Just don't go talkin' too big, or I'm gonna have to call him back in just to settle my curiosity. You, me, we're obviously not cut out for the martial arts if you know what I mean." Leith gestured at his own midsection with both hands. He was trying to say the two were too weak and scrawny for fights. Leith knew how to recognize the ask for his name in Japanese. "Anyway, I'm Leith. He's Shota, apparently. And that guy's Justice." Well, even though the circumstances under which they met were unpleasant, Leith couldn't just pretend he didn't know the guy even if that guy was doing an awfully good job of it himself. Leith almost believed Justice had forgotten him entirely, but of course that would be absurd... Right? Well, what was obvious was that the not-quite-stranger was feeling real uncomfortable. "Hey, I'm sorry, man. We hijacked your spot. Things just got kinda out of hand for a second." Well maybe Justice wasn't gonna bring up the past - fine by Leith - but the young man was still going to speak to him like a familiar.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Sept 23, 2019 4:16:58 GMT
It took every bit of willpower Shoutmon had in him to not laugh at what Leith had just said to him. Sure, in his current form he was taking the shape of a scrawny teenager, but he was anything but scrawny underneath. Shoutmon simply waved his hand at Leith after making that assumption. "Yeah yeah, don't worry, I can handle myself out there. I'm quite stronger than you think."
That other guy, who's name was Ron, had complimented Shoutmon's singing and asked for his name. "Heh, thanks! Music is one of my passions after all. And you can just call me Shota."
As he was talking to the others, he noticed the other teen, Justice, looking a bit annoyed by the group that had come over to seemingly take over his table. Immediately he began to feel a bit bad. Shoutmon was just looking for another place to sit, and this spot was where he recognized Leith. Shoutmon definitely wasn't an introvert, but he knew how those types of people felt.
"Hey man, sorry for just coming over like that without permission," Shoutmon told him in English, "I'm not really used to being at places on my own yet. Usually got my par- er, my best friend with me, but he's visiting family tonight. I'll get out of your hair so you can eat peacefully."
"Shota" would then get out of his seat and go search for a new one. Although a confusing situation emerged when he walked by Leith and noticed that he wasn't wearing his Digivice. As long as he knew Leith, he always had it with him. Something was clearly wrong. Shota whispered into Leith's ear. "Hey, can you follow me? There's something I wanna discuss with you."
Assuming Leith would actually follow along, "Shota" would then lead Leith outside of the venue and walked a little bit down the sidewalk, hopefully to an area where no one could eavesdrop on them. Then Shota would start to speak, in a tone that Leith would definitely recognize as Shoutmon.
"Hey Leith. Long time no see. How was my acting skills up there? I may hate holosuits, but they're really neat for just letting me blend in. I noticed that you weren't wearing your Digivice. Is everything okay? Where's Veemon and Red?"
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Post by ronremey on Sept 27, 2019 2:03:36 GMT
Ron realized that this justice guy was not wanting to interact with him or the others, and started to walk away. "Okay I get the picture, you wanna be left alone, I'll get back to my own table, nice meeting you guys." He says in English this time and walks back to his seat, as he sits down, he realizes something. "Man I really have no reason to be here, do I?" He thinks, "Not really, you won't sing, you don't want to order anything, at this point you should just go home." His spirit tells him.
Ron's considers texting his dad that he's heading home, when he notices Shota and Leith heading outside. "Hmm, where do you think they're going?" He asks his spirit. "Don't know, you want to check it out?" His spirit asks, "Well I don't have anything better to do, besides I was probably gonna leave anyway." He shrugs, and discreetly follows them.
Outside, he walks down the sidewalk they did, following them, he followed behind them and tried to hide behind some sign on the street when they stopped. "Stalking some people you just met, in the middle of the night, that's a good way to make a first impression." His spirit snarked, to which Ron ignored. As he hid, Ron heard "Shota" mention something about a holosuit, but more impotently digivice and Veemon "Wait a moment, how in the..." He thinks, and then walks out from behind as it clicked. "You two know about Digimon, don't you? In fact, Shota, you're a digimon, am I right?" He accused.
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Post by Vergil on Sept 30, 2019 2:50:52 GMT
Despite Justice barely understanding Japanese, he heard his name coming from the long-haired dude's mouth, surprising him in response. How the hell does he know my name? he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. I never told him my name unless...he knows me. But from where exactly?
The three guys then left his table after the two of them apologize, and just like that, he was alone again, just the way he liked it. But still, it was not the same. Instead of being filled with relief, Justice was only filled with questions. It seemed like those two guys knew him, especially the long-haired guy. It wasn't from school. He never saw him on campus, it wasn't from Cat Street; his usual hangout spot, or from the mall. Unless he saw him from...
"The Digital World!?"Just like that, the metaphorical lightbulb in his head finally flickered on. He saw that dude from before-- he was the Tamer who was partnered up with a Shoutmon and an armored-up blue dragon that looked like a grown version of Vee. They were caught in a nasty hurricane, in which the Tamer was having some sort of a breakdown just being in it. Gummy called him a cry baby, and nearly got into a fight with his Shoutmon. His name was Leith or something. "Ah damn, how could I forget dude like that scared of a storm?" He asked himself. "I guess I really do have a shit memory when it comes to people."
Just then, the waitress from before came back with his container and check, in which Justice thanked. He put his food in there, left a tip on the table, and went to pay for his meal. After that, he exited the basement and went up to the main lobby of the café. That Leith guy left with the peacock haired guy, he remembered. Well if he could find that obvious elephant in the street, he'll find Leith. Shouldn't be too hard. Besides, he has to apologize to him for not recognizing him earlier before he leaves.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Oct 3, 2019 1:45:32 GMT
I have my doubts, Leith thought but didn't say about Shota's big talking. For a guy who could fight, he sure didn't put up much of a fight. Oh, well. It wasn't really his problem anymore, for he'd fulfilled pretty much all his ethical obligations to the stranger by this point. The stranger was taking off, too, so there wasn't really need to think about it any further - not until Shota asked to talk outside. Obviously it wasn't to thank Leith. He already did. So what was up? Leith tensed. Like he sometimes did, he grasped lightly at his old security blanket, the digivice on his wrist. The only problem with that? It still wasn't there. Momentarily, the young man's eyes went wide, and he glanced down at his arm. There was his watch just like normal - his new normal. Perhaps he just wasn't used to the physical sensation if such a light weight on that wrist when reaching for it. "Something wrong?"
Shota led Leith outside, which did not ease his paranoia. This time of night this sidewalk was sparsely walked, if still brightly lit. Still, Leith used to watch TV. He knew how to recognize a secondary location and how plenty of criminals relied on ruses. That punch sure looked real, though. But what can this guy possibly want in private? Leith had another thought in that moment. If this guy tries to plant one on me, he's gonna wish he never met me. It was none of those things, but the thing Shota actually wanted was even farther from even Leith's highly suspicious mind. One eyebrow floated upward in response to the surprising stimuli. "Who the hell are you?" Forget the fact that this person knew he was a Tamer, even the identities of his former partners. He knew intimate details like Leith's wrist-mounted digivice. Of course that wasn't a secret (at the time), but who'd bother remembering all that? "I don't remember anyone named Shota. But if we met once at a show or something... sorry. I don't really wanna talk about any of that." And that was almost the end of that, except Leith remembered a second only one person ever called Shoutmon 'Red.' He remembered the reason, too: so it was easier to tell two people with the same name apart. Leith took one step away but then one step right back. "Wait-" He had just put two and two together. He crossed his arms. "So you started impersonating a person, huh?" It was a slip of the tongue, but Leith realized in a second his mistake. Unfortunately, the slip was rather Freudian. "I mean... a human." Leith glanced over 'Shota's' shoulder, checking for oncomers. None were there. "Listen: they're gone, and so is the you-know-what. Let's just say it didn't work out." A certain look from Leith served as a warning to Shoutmon not to pursue the subject any further as this time the young man was serious about brushing him off. That was definitely not how this night was going to go in his mind. He almost left until that other stranger, Ron, said something to them, too.
"Hey, don't you start," the metalhead growled at Ron, "Are you in a holosuit, too? Do I know you as well? I can't-" The shift in Leith's demeanor was hard to miss. Where earlier he was laid back and casual, suddenly he was stressed and prickly. "-I'm not having this discussion right now."
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Oct 3, 2019 3:07:32 GMT
Shoutmon had definitely gotten a response out of Leith, although it wasn't quite the response he was expecting. Even though Shoutmon thought he had made it clear as day when he referred to Leith's Shoutmon as "Red," Leith still didn't recognize him. Cue the anime sweatdrop. "Do I need to spell it out for ya a little more?"
Leith began to walk away. Shoutmon was about to stop him, before Leith had finally put two and two together and recognized who "Shota" actually was. If Leith hadn't brought it up, Shoutmon would've written off his slip as nothing. He knew what Leith meant. "Yeah. I mean, it was either this dumb holosuit or put on an oversized hoodie and hope everyone was dumb enough to not realize. Thankfully I have more faith in humans to look past that kinda thing. Now, you tell me where your partners and Digivice are."
After Leith looked over Shoutmon's shoulder, presumably for eavesdroppers, he simply explained that his partners and his Digivice were gone, saying it "didn't work out". Clearly Shoutmon was getting pissed. "What do you mean 'it didn't work out'? What did you do? Where are they?!"
Shoutmon hoped with all his Digicore that Leith wasn't saying that he quit being a Tamer. Shoutmon thought very highly of Tamer and Digimon bonds, and if Leith really did just throw that all away... well, things were going to get messy.
Before the conversation could continue however, Shoutmon was startled by a sudden voice that he recognized to be Ron from earlier. He apparently had followed the two outside and overheard the whole thing. Surprisingly, this guy apparently knew about Digimon as well.
Alright, play dumb... Shoutmon thought to himself before giving his testimony.
"...who's Shota?"
NOT THAT DUMB, Shoutmon immediately thought as he realized his mistake, blushing and face palming.
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Post by ronremey on Oct 6, 2019 23:13:30 GMT
Ron answered Leith's questions in English. " Nah I'm not using one, I'm just have a bit of spirit is all." He said, getting a groan from Gaomon. " That was terrible." the spirit said, getting a chuckle from Ron as he continued his conversation. " I just met you today, so no you don't know me, I was just curious about what you two where doing so I just followed." Ron didn't expect what this 'Red' responded with. "Was that a joke?" He thought, "I'm... not sure, if it was him playing dumb then that was a poor attempt." His spirit commented. Ron decided that this conversation might be getting a bit too personal for his involvement.
"It seams like you two have some things to work out, I was just using this as an excuse to get out of the building. If you two want me to leave I'll get out of your hair." He offered, "Although, you should probably move to a building so you two can be alone, don't want anyone not in the loop to find out about that place." Ron said, looking behind him to make sure no one was walking up to them.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Oct 13, 2019 0:26:27 GMT
What Ron said gave Leith pause. Yeah, it was dark and late, but Cat Street was still liable to see a few teens and delinquents at this hour, and could they guarantee they'd catch each one walking by - or worse, eavesdropping? Well he didn't much care to go back inside to an even more public place. But there was another alternative: the alley beside the cafe. Leith's eyes darted in its direction, and he nonverbally indicated the rest to follow him there with head and eye movements. Nobody should disturb them there, he thought, until it was time for Kuma to empty the garbage.
"Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?" Leith tried to use Shoutmon's own words against him for the same reason he first used them: someone didn't get a freakin' hint. "I don't think you get it. The digivice - I was never supposed to have it. I was just the dumb shit who got punished for taking something that didn't belong to him. Remember why it was there in the first place? Actually, don't answer that - if you don't remember, I don't wanna say it." The digivice was acquired from someone who didn't survive their journey, something the young man learned when his deranged sister asked for it back. "But after everything you and others put me through? I decided I'm not gonna end up like him, and Skye isn't gonna end up like her. I'm not part of your hero club anymore. I dunno what Shoutmon and Chuuji are up to-" Leith was using Veemon's name in a past life long forgotten, before meeting him. The choice was intentional. "But I'm sure they're fine. If they're not, well... that can't be my problem anymore. I'm not in your hero club anymore. I was never supposed to be."
Leith looked to Ron briefly. "Anyway, answering your question: yeah. You could say we know about digimon."
Back looking at Shoutmon. "Look, I don't wanna talk about that stuff anymore. Please don't make me. I'm only telling you this because we went through shit together." Leith supposed that didn't really answer Shoutmon's original question, though. "They were in Rosewood when I left 'em. I can't tell you if they're both still there."
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Oct 15, 2019 3:59:43 GMT
Shoutmon couldn't believe what he was hearing Leith say. The human claimed that the Digivice didn't even belong to him, and he was placing the blame on Shoutmon and other Tamers for putting him through hell and back. He had to admit... Shoutmon was pretty hurt by that, as evidenced by the single tear that ran down his face when Leith called him out.
But it didn't end there. Leith said he wanted no part of the "hero club" anymore, and he said he just left Red and Veemon in Rosewood. Leith was completely giving up, and that his partners' well-being was "not his problem anymore."
After Leith was finished, Shoutmon just... stood there. So many emotions were flooding his brain at once. On the one hand, he felt extreme anger at Leith because he just abandoned his partners, and knowing Leith it was most likely not consensual, making the situation even worse. On the other hand... Leith did have a point. RedMagnamon had put him, Adrian, White Wolf, and the other Digimon at risk. He was partly to blame, to the point where Leith didn't even want to speak to him or Adrian.
Tears came running down Shoutmon's eyes. He extended a fist, and to a bystander it probably looked like he was going to hit the ex-Tamer. Instead though, Shoutmon collided his fist with the wall next to him. Thanks to his Digimon strength, a hole was made in that very wall. Leith could see many tears running down his face.
"L-Leith... you KNOW as much as I do that I had no control over what happened back then," Shoutmon began. "What, you think I WANTED to drag you along? We only brought you at first because we didn't know about the knights. Adrian TRIED to make you back out, and you stubbornly insisted. I want to go past those days, I want to be BETTER than Omni was. And I can't do that... I can't do that if what happened is to blame for you wanting to quit.
"And did you even stop to think how Veemon would feel about you leaving? Or Red? ANYONE other than yourself?! Being a Tamer isn't... it isn't about being a hero, or fighting bad Digimon. You don't have to do any of that stuff. Having a Digimon is about always having someone by your side, no matter what may happen. And if we really are the reason you're quitting, then... all I can say is that I'm truly sorry for what I put you through. I'm going to find Veemon and Red; who knows what either of them are going through."
Shoutmon then began to walk down the street, the tears still in his eyes. He paused and looked back at Leith. "You were chosen, Leith. It didn't choose your sister, it chose you. And you're going to throw it all away, I've lost a lot of respect for you."
If no one is to stop Shoutmon, he would continue walking until he found a safe place to travel to the Digital World...
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Post by ronremey on Oct 19, 2019 4:43:43 GMT
Ron was at a loss of what to do here, he stumbled into a situation that he need a lot of background info to understand, " ...So did you follow what that deal was?" He asked his spirit. " I don't want to say anything, this sounds like a delicate situation that they need to tell us about." His spirit said. " Yeah I think we should go home, tonight has been interesting to say the least." Ron finished. Ron walked toward the direction Leith was, and as he walked past he stopped and turned to him, deciding to talk to him in English. "Look, I don't know what you all have been through, but it sounded like your partners where your friends, and if they could be in trouble... Well, I think you should at least try and check up on them. Have a good night." Ron finished, walking away while taking out his phone to text his dad he was on his way.
[exit post]
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Post by Vergil on Nov 2, 2019 5:56:41 GMT
Exiting the café lobby, Justice slowly inhaled, taking in the night breeze as well as the aroma coming from his food. The young night had been like any other. People going back from either school or work, settling down after a long day by either hanging out with friends, grabbing a bite to eat, or simply just going back home to relax until everything started anew tomorrow.
It was honestly his favorite time of the day. Nighttime for him is when the bustling daily commute of city life dies down and when fun can truly begin, though his definition was fun was not on the legal side per say. Then again, graffiti in Japan was something that often sparked a media frenzy since it was something of an aberration - something which was very unwelcome. It was like a risk-reward system; the reward being that his art was getting publicity, and the risk was getting caught. Either way, he wasn't going to stop tagging as long as he lives.
Unfortunately, there were two things stopping Justice: one, he didn't had his spray cans and mask; and two, he was hungry. So it was best to retire for the night. But before then, he had to find that Leith guy who went off with the guy that had a peacock haircut going on.
Looking left and right, he was confused as to where they went. They couldn't have got that far, have they? Or were they in a different part of the café that he didn't know about? Sighing, he stuffed a fry in his mouth. He considered taking his leave. He was a Tamer like him if he remembered correctly, so they would meet each other again. If one thing he'd noticed ever since becoming a Tamer, is that Tamers attract other Tamers.
Then, he heard a loud noise, then shouting coming from the far end of the sidewalk the café was at. It was those three, and they seemed to be in a heated argument from the looks of it. Justice could barely hear what they saying, but one word made his eyes widen a bit: Digimon.
"Yep, I knew it," he mumbled to himself. "Those two other guys are Tamers." He had a feeling that peacock head and the other dude were like him. Like, who comes up to someone's table without knowing them? He took a quick look at the peacock-headed dude and saw tears in his eyes. What the hell happened there?
Justice then watched as the other two leave until Leith was seemly by himself. He walked up to him, with his food in hand
"So...lively night just turned into a rough night, huh?" He asked nonchalantly, stuffing his mouth with a chicken tender.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Nov 5, 2019 0:27:04 GMT
Leith threw up his arms and jumped back, expecting to have to defend himself from Shoutmon when the disguised digimon raised a fist. Good thing that punch wasn't for him, because the block Leith threw up was too high and definitely not protecting him if it had to. The boy wasn't meant for fights.
It was normally in Leith's nature to jump right on a point he wanted to challenge, but he let Shoutmon go on uninterrupted. He was going to move the heck on once Shoutmon got his stuff off his chest, plus it was a pretty big deal what he was describing anyway. He at least deserved his own piece. Even as Shoutmon stormed away, the young man was resolute in his stoicism; his face wasn't strained in any direction but completely straight instead. He watched the red digimon the whole time, though.
Only after Shoutmon was gone did Leith mutter, "I don't need your respect." Ron didn't get the same politeness. "You can fuck right off. It's none of your business." Maybe Leith could have pointed out there was no reason to suspect the twins were in danger or trouble, but he thought that wasn't really the point.
At least he was a little nicer to Justice. "You missed that call. One of those guys wasn't a Tamer. I don't think a Tamer could do that." Leith's eyes went to the hole Shoutmon made in a solid wall. "Shit, man... I don't know how you do it. Digimon are insane. We, humans, we can't handle that kind of power. I can hardly handle being in the same room as it." He made eye contact with Justice then. "Well, at least we got one thing in common: we both know what it feels like to have tonight ruined for us."
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Post by Vergil on Nov 17, 2019 2:20:52 GMT
Justice merely shrugged at Leith's comment, looking at the wall the red-headed dude made, and it was a sizable one at that. "You got a point right there," he comment. "But non-buff guys can sometimes have the strength of a Samoan when under pressure." He stuffed another fry in his mouth. "Besides, there's a chance that this part of the wall was somewhat hollow, allowing that dude to make a hole in it without breaking his hand in two different places."
Leith then went on about Digimon, about the kind of power they hold deep within and how it was hard for him being in the same room with them. He somewhat understood that.
"Yeah, it is kind of nerve-racking at first." Justice replied. "But when you get down to it, they're just like us. They feel the same stuff we do: happy, sad, angry, all that stuff. I've been doing this Tamer gig for like what, two months now, and being around two Digimon with polar opposite personalities everyday made me realize that they're not so different that us. But yeah, the only difference being they have the power of a tactical warhead, but you get used to it."
Leith then tried to share some familiarity to both of them having their night ruined, which Justice shook his head in disagreement.
"Naa, that's your night from what I've seen," he said jokingly. "I just came to get me something to eat, go home and play some video games while I procrastinate on homework assignments until my Digimon get back from whatever they're doing."
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Nov 18, 2019 3:18:15 GMT
Is this guy for real? Regular people punching holes in outer walls? Choosing the one hollow spot in it? Leith thought it was more likely that Justice was just trying to calm him down. It wasn't the wrong thing to do; the young man was just about freak out from witnessing Shoutmon's fury at him akin to, well... a hurricane.
At least Justice's night wasn't as screwed as the metalhead had thought it was. "Well... good for you. 'Least you're doin' OK." The young man's eyes were fixated on that spot Shoutmon had made, like he was expecting it to reach out and grab him if he blinked. "I'll tell you one thing, though: they are not like us. They think and feel and make decisions and all that human stuff, yeah. But we can't do that. Not with the same effort it takes them to flick a bug. We got tactical warheads, but we got 'em in silos, under lock, impossible to launch without an order from one person and a special unique code. They carry 'em in their back pockets." Leith put his own hands in his own pockets. "And the other thing: unlike us... they'll use 'em."
Leith was getting himself worked up. This was all wrong. This wasn't supposed to be reality. He had gone so long without some kind of extradimensional bullshit, but by now this night was irredeemable. It had all gotten much too... digital. "Listen. I gotta go. I can't do this right now." And that was the only explanation Justice got for Leith's sudden turn and departure. Frickin'- how do they do it? How do they just not blow each other up all day every day when they walk around always armed by nature? That thought came with another. How long before they start asking themselves the same thing?
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