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Post by steyr on Sept 14, 2019 12:00:40 GMT
Dear Pops and Daddo, and everyone else in the house...
I'm sorry that I didn't even tell you all that I'm leaving... but yeah, I'm leaving. It's not any of your fault really. It's mine. I'm the 10th, but I have yet to evolve to this point... I'm sure you guys understand that this is not a normal thing. To be honest, maybe a lot of other kids envied my situation. I got loving family, loving parents, and I'm member of the royal family, whatever our family is really...
But you know what? I feel all I brought to you guys are shame.
I can barely help, and I'm always treated like someone to be protected. The affection is nice, but I don't want that. It's been a year and few months since my birth, and you know what? it sucks. People said every month "you'll evolve soon"...but it gets hollow when it get repeated over and over again. I don't want to be a burden for you all. I want to help in one way or another.
So from now on, please think me as an outcast.
I know you all will be angry--nah, knowing you guys, you'll get furious-- when you get to this point, but... I really don't want to shame any of you. Our family is prestigious you know? You might not care, but it affects diplomacy. I don't want to be the cause for you guys to be looked down upon.
As for where I go, I won't tell you all, but just know that I will be careful. I'm still in place where this letter came from at this point. Just know that I'll send letter weekly... at least that's how you'll know that I'm doing fine. If I managed to reach Adult stage at least, maybe I'll return.
But til then, I'll try to live for myself.
I took some money and left my D-Nexus. I know that Pops most likely will track me from there... and I know that after what happened to Hilda, he'll be damn paranoid. That's why I told you I'll write weekly.
I love you all. I'm sorry for being selfish.
With love, Steyr
Rosewood City. Being a baby, Steyr obviously could easily blend in. He also know that this is near where 7/71st usually situated... that's why he picked this city. Ironic? Kind of. But even so, he know he's playing this damn risky. First, by discarding his D-Nexus, he's pretty much tossing away the means of communication with Ys. Second, by taking enough for lodging and food for three months alone, he won't have enough to afford a D-Terminal... and third... he's alone. He can no longer depends on anyone... and he must survive with skills that he have... mainly haggling, and knowledge he amassed from reading Ys library.
Thankfully, being a Black Wanyamon is rare, but not so rare to point of people can easily see that it's him. But if thing goes south, he can definitely prove that he's son of Owen and Hikaru, so that's enough... at least to him. Anyway... what is the blob doing today?
He's pretty much doing what he's good at... hopping around, delivering mail house to house... It's tiring, but the hard work felt damn great!
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Post by Max on Sept 14, 2019 13:33:33 GMT
Currently residing here in the town of Rosewood was another son of a famous digimon. The son of Bellamy - Ace of PROFIT, saviour of Whitewater, Super Mega level prodigy, and now partner to a deputy commander of AEGIS. Max knew what it was like to be born under the shade of a famous father, which was why he actively avoided being around him. Not that he hated him, but that he wanted them to meet as equals. And Max knew that to do this, he'd have to train as hard as he could to be as good a chef as Coronamon, and as good a magician as Bellamy.
Hence why he was here in Rosewood, in his hired apartment in one of the more recently constructed areas of town, trying to experiment with new dishes with ingredients that he had recently procured on his travels. So far he was satisfied with the curry recipes he had been taught; and he was proficient in all ways he could think of to cook meat apples. Yet there were things he just couldn't yet grasp. Max knew how to properly cook a steak or prepare casseroles and all that, but, he didn't yet have a proper palate for spices, and that vexed him to no end.
The Impmon-X was very jealous of his old mentor Chef Flawizarmon of the Rosewood Inn for his seemingly innate ability to have a taste of a food and instantly know what to add to it. "More salt." he'd say to a bland pot of pasta. "More pepper." he'd say to a dish of steak and roast vegetables. He'd just... know, and Max dearly wanted to have that ability.
Which was why he had made an order to the local market for a set of jars filled with fresh herbs and spices. Light and easy to carry, they should surely be easy enough of a delivery to make. And so the Impmon-X waited for the delivery, hoping it would be this morning so he could get a start on experiments on meals for lunch.
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Post by Rei Oto on Sept 15, 2019 2:55:22 GMT
Rosewood town was one place that Rei never thought she would see. Though one of her brief times in the Digital World thanks to her Digivice opening gates, she got to see it. She was enchanted to find the entire forest town filled with cute, adorable Digimon.
The little tamer and her equally young Digimon, Musimon, ventured there to show Rei what the Digital World was like. Suitable since this was a place Musimon lived for a while. As they entered the town, the houses were just as tall as Rei was, as many rookies were not that big-- the size of a child's playhouse.
"Musimon," Rei asked, "Is this really a Digimon Village?" she asked.
Musimon gave a playful hop and played a cheerful tune on his speakers. "Of course, Rei Chan! I grew up here. It may not look like much but its safe and friendly... most of the time!" he added playfully.
As they walked in, they got some stares at some of the Digimon they walked by. Some probably never saw a human before-- and it made Rei feel a bit nervous as she stayed close to Musimon.
"Why are they staring at me like that? Am I not wanted here?" she asked concerned.
Musimon looked around but brushed it off. "Naw. They probably never seen a human before-- let alone a beautiful one like you." he said flatteringly.
Rei chuckled a bit but said nothing in responce. She really didn't know what to do here, but one thing was clear... she was starting to get hungry. And Musimon... well he was always hungry as he deliberately led them to the Rosewood Inn for a meal.
Luckily, Rei could fit into the building by ducking her head under the doorframe. "Um... Hi there. Is there any place for us to eat, please?" Rei asked politely.
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Post by steyr on Sept 17, 2019 14:43:00 GMT
"Mmm, so let's see... next package is addressed to Mr. Ma X Impmon... That's a funny name. I wonder if they're really called Mr. Ma or the person thought that the X is part of the species, so it's Impmon X? Either way, off I go!" and again, the furry blob bounced around, hoping to find the apartment. Thankfully? He soon find it. After a bit of whatever needed process (talking to the receptionist perhaps? Or climbing stairs for the other, or maybe just finding the exact address) he arrived to said room and knocked the door with his tail... or more like a bit of a rap really.
"Eeexcuse meeee! One delivery of spice collections for Mr. Ma X Impmon? Or at least that's what written in here, or it's Mr. Max Impmon?"
Either way, he waited for the meantime, hoping that whoever on the other side of the door doesn't take any offense to him perhaps misreading, but that's what written there anyway. Mr. Ma X Impmon, with species listed as Impmon X... seriously.
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Post by Max on Sept 22, 2019 6:49:52 GMT
Max currently held residence in one of the newer apartments. It was relatively small, built into the trunk of one of the massive trees that were common in this part of the forest. Max liked it here - the tree was still alive around him, so he felt rather close to nature. At least the bedroom part of it. The entrance, lounge, kitchen and bathroom were poking out of the tree where they appeared. It would not be a very high climb for Steyr, given that Max lived on the lower floor. There were three apartments above him, accessible by either a staircase that wound around the trunk, or by a pulley and rope elevator.
The Impmon-X heard a knock at the door. He opened it, hoping it was who he expected. He did so, then blinked as he saw empty space in front of him. For a second he thought he was being pranked, then he heard a voice from below.
"Oh, heya!" Max replied, seeing the black Wanyamon. It was a force of habit for him, most other digimon were taller than him so he'd usually look up at others, he wasn't used to dealing with smaller digimon.
More importantly, the Wanyamon had his spice delivery. "Awesome!" he said, taking his parcel. "Ah, right, it's just Max." he clarified. Then he was made curious by the fact that an in-training digimon was doing the delivery here. "Pardon me if I'm bein' rude, but..." he paused, hesitantly, then supposed he might as well satisfy his curiosity. "You must be pretty lucky gettin' a job like this at your level. Hope the parcel wasn't too difficult."
At first he wanted to ask why Steyr was here in Rosewood since usually digimon evolved to Child level before they left the village of beginnings, but thought that would be very rude of him to ask something like that. At least maybe putting it like that might allow Steyr to tell him how he had got around that in response?
Either way, he was glad that his spice delivery had arrived. He was eager to get cooking right away.
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Post by steyr on Sept 29, 2019 13:55:39 GMT
Oh that happened a lot lately. Steyr was quite amused actually. Child Digimon always wondered where on earth is he, until they looked down and there he is. The Black Wanyamon flashed a toothy grin. "Your mailman is here, sir~"
Max corrected that apparently the name is Max, not Ma X like how it's written on the package. Steyr quickly took a form and corrected the name immediately.
"Roger that Mr. Max! I fixed that just in case future delivery accidentally used wrong name for their package delivery. Could you please sign in these form, just to make sure that it's the right package, please?"
The Wanyamon offered a form with his mouth and a pen with his tail. This might looked cute to some, but it's definitely a hard work for a baby, especially one without arms and feet.
Lucky... eh? "Oh no, don't worry, I'm used to these. Despite being this small I'm pretty strong!" Steyr replied. "But admittedly that's the most I can carry, Sir. So unfortunately for a bigger package I might not be able to deliver it. Well, admittedly this job is the only one that would hire me at sudden notice. I tried in several places, but seem they're not confident in hiring babies. The other job is newspaper delivery, but I found out the schedule is a bit too early for me... Pain of being baby, you know, you need more sleep..."
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Post by Max on Oct 13, 2019 10:28:35 GMT
Max smiled at the Wanyamon. He appreciated how professional he was, and cheerful too. He clearly seemed to enjoy his job. "Alrighty, I'll sign. I can smell the spices from here so I assume it's all good." the Impmon-X said, taking the form and pencil.
After he signed his name with a squiggly line, Max listened to the Wanyamon talking about his limitations as a mail deliverer. "Hmm, I see. Must be tough when it's mostly heavy stuff bein' delivered these days, now that Tamernet's there to handle most written messages." he remarked.
While it might be improper of him to ask, especially for someone on duty with their job, Max thought that he might as well make the offer in the first place. Young digimon after all had the best tastebuds. And he needed someone to test these spices combined with his cooking out on.
"Hmm... so you say you're havin' trouble getting proper work, eh?" he asked, returning the form and pencil to the black Wanyamon. "Well... I might not have that much myself, but, I'm offerin' some work if you want it. As a taste-tester."
The Impmon-X made a cocky kind of stance as he'd explain the offer further, folding his arms and flicking his tail. If one knew his father Bellamy, they would see it as almost identical. "Basically, I'm training to be one of the best chefs in the world, to surpass my dad Coronamon. These spices you've delivered to me are meant for me to experiment with for different recipes, so I can cook stuff as delicious as possible. So... if you're willing, once your shift ends, do you wanna maybe help me out? Oh, and as well as a few bits, you can have the meals for free too as a payment. What do ya say?"
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Post by steyr on Oct 22, 2019 21:35:07 GMT
"Glad to see that you're fine with it, Sir!" the Wanyamon answered. Now that he already got the slip and the stuff, time to open the bag and shows the parcel inside, right?
"Well, Tamernet might be handy, but there apparently there are old people that still prefer to use letters. They said the warmth is more pronounced, and more well thought. That's fine with me, really. I prefer to write that way too, especially because I feel it's closer to the heart compared to real time chatting.
Oh what's this? An offer for a work as a taste tester? "Hee~ You're driving some very good bargain there, mister. You happened to be my last, so after I'm done delivering the slip, I could humor you on that, Mr. Max!"
Free foods are nice! He could cut back on his food expenditure and... well, the rest! "If you're serious about that I'll definitely take it."
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Post by Max on Nov 2, 2019 12:27:23 GMT
Max couldn't help but smile behind his scarf as the Wanyamon said he preferred writing letters to using Tamernet. "Y'know? I kinda like that." he admitted, his tail swishing in contemplation. "Just tappin' things out on a screen just doesn't have the same weight as words written down on paper, y'know? Just... yeah, I doubt I could deal with that myself. The time waitin' for a reply would just eat away at me."
The Impmon-X was delighted that the Wanyamon decided to take him up on his offer. So much that he clapped his paws in delight, but reeled himself back in when he realized that if this was going to be an official thing, he'd have to know a few things first.
"Yeah, I am serious about this, so I'll need to ask a few questions before I take you on board." Max answered, trying to hide the enjoyment from his voice, hoping this wouldn't lead to disappointment. "Firstly, I'll need to know about any food allergies you might have. Any at all. I don't wanna cook you anything that would hurt you, so, this is somethin' I gotta know."
And next, well, he supposed it was plain manners. "And secondly, do you have a name? Or is it just Wanyamon? I think I'll need to know that."
Once those were dealt with, Max would be delighted to start experimenting. He had several methods in mind for this in fact - namely serving the same food but seasoned with different spices. If Steyr accepted, he would first cook them, then serve them, and ask which seasoning tasted the best.
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Post by steyr on Nov 11, 2019 4:50:26 GMT
"Well that's the thing," Steyr would began "If you want to get immediate reply, you go to Tamernet and type your Instant Message there, but if you want a well thought message, you can just write a letter and just hope that the reply will come soon. Plus there's novelty in writing letter you know? Sometimes older people likes it more if you send them a letter rather than e-mail. Friendlier to the eyes, and they can take their time to answer it."
Hmmm, some question is it? "...Let's see... I think I'll get upset stomach if I eat any bulb veggies. Like onion and such. I like them, but they tend to make me married to the porcelain throne for a whole day... And I don't like that at all. I might be pain resistant but that kind of pain is just no no. Um... what else. I think I don't really like sour things too much? It's nice now and then, but... If it's too sour I'll just end up going YUCK.
What else what else... Uh... I'm actually not allergic to chocolate, and I find milk one to be a treat. I'm also not lactose intolerant, surprising I know, so I can eat a tub of ice cream alone. Interesting right? Well, I'll still get stomachache from the cold though, heh."
Oh, that. "The name's Steyr. Just... Steyr." It was apparently a homage to his grandfather Sten. But then again he don't think his grandfather is that well known in modern society.
"Is that all, Mr. Max?"
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Post by Max on Nov 22, 2019 8:23:41 GMT
Max rubbed his chin at Steyr's words. "Good point. Heh, you're livin' proof never to judge a book by its cover." the Impmon-X chuckled. "I'd expect that kinda wisdom from a Perfect level. Yeah, I agree. It's really nice reading words that took a lot more effort to write than a keystroke..." he broke off here for a little while.
The Wanyamon didn't like bulb vegetables? Max gave a 'tsk' of sympathy, shaking his head. "Man, I don't know how I'd be if I couldn't eat onions or garlic. But, that's duly noted, I won't cook anythin' like that for ya."
Sour things too? Max nodded. "Okay, I'll leave the lemon juice out as well. Again, pity, in my palate it goes perfect with fish, but, you're the one tastin', I'm the one cooking, so I'll stick to what ya can consume."
He liked chocolate though? As well as dairy? Max grinned. "Heh, awesome. I'll throw a chocolate bar in after all this is over as extra payment." he said, giving a wink. "My own home-made recipe".
Chocolate wasn't too hard to prepare anyway. Flawizarmon had taught Max his own little flair to keep the sugar levels low and the taste high.
Lastly, Max was grateful that the Wanyamon gave his name. "Alrighty, Steyr. That's all for now. Just park yourself somewhere comfortable and I'll do my thing in the kitchen. Oh yeah, do ya want the radio on?" he asked, walking over to the radio in the corner of the room. "Picks up the usual channels in Rosewood. English music, Japanese music, sport, news and current affairs, classical, community... if ya wanna change the channel, just press these buttons here." he pointed to the buttons next to the volume knob, that Steyr would easily be able to access with his tail from his height.
Once that was settled out, Max would prepare his sample dishes in the kitchen.
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Post by steyr on Nov 30, 2019 16:11:05 GMT
"I'm pretty much just repeating what my grandpa's sentiment was," Steyr answered, trying to be modest. "He's a good man, taught me quite number of things my pops and my daddo didn't taught me. Some says that handwritten letters are bad when it's full of bad handwriting and... messy, but I think it shows the character of the person. Each strokes tells their emotions, you know?"
It might be excuses, but either way... "Yeah, I really like the taste, but my stomach disagrees with me. Who knows that in the future I might able to eat it when my stomach gets stronger?" Steyr commented. "I'm still trying to be positive here~"
Sour thing is not something that he'll definitely enjoy anytime soon though. "Sour things sort of like... it felt like they burn and assault my tongue, so... I don't really like it. I think I got hypersensitivity to it?"
Either way there is the option to wait, but... Steyr shook his body a no. "Actually because you're my last for this shift, I think it's best for me to report first, then go back to here, Mr. Max. I'll return in a jiffy~"
Afterward, the black Wanyamon would simply bounces away. About fifteen minutes later, he would return, but obviously tired. Not able to evolve like that must be really hard. But either way, he plopped right on the sofa and made himself home.
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Post by Max on Dec 17, 2019 11:08:34 GMT
"You have a grandpa?" Max asked, intrigued, giving a smile. "Heh, you're pretty lucky for a digimon. And that he's been around you long enough to teach you stuff like that? That's awesome, I'm real happy for ya."
Max was silent about his own grandparents. While he knew much about his father Bellamy, he knew hardly anything about Bellamy's parents, other than that they were horrible digimon from the Dark Area. As far as he knew, Bellamy hadn't restored relations between them yet, hardly surprising, since his father was now the partner of a human, which apparently they hated, but, he chose to move his train of thought beyond that.
Still, Steyr held hope that maybe one day he'd be able to savour such ingredients. Max gave a gentle smile at him. "Don't you worry about that, now that I know what ingredients you can't eat, I'll make the best of what you can eat. That's a promise there."
Afterward, Steyr said that because Max was his last delivery, he should report back to the post office before taste-testing. "Sure, that's fine. Be back in an hour and I'll have everything set out for ya."
In the proceeding hour, Max proceeded to cook beef, chicken, fish and pork fillets, and then divided them into several individual bite-sized servings, each with a different herb seasoned to it. Max was careful to keep it small, knowing that Steyr was such a small digimon and he didn't want to overfill him. But, hopefully he'd find the secret to what herb went with each type of meat. He would not use any root vegetables like onion or garlic as promised. But other herbs - Oregano, Basil, Parsley, Dill, Marjoram, Cilantro, Mint, Rosemary, Thyme and Sage. Knowing that root vegetables were out of the question, Max would not serve Chives.
When Steyr returned, he would find the sample dishes ready for tasting. "Here you go. Also, for each one, could you please tell me how you think of the flavour?" the Impmon-X asked, pencil and notepad ready.
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