MPC 66C: Staying Golden
Sept 18, 2019 6:31:21 GMT
Post by Alan Pantell on Sept 18, 2019 6:31:21 GMT
MPC Name: Meet the Family
MPC Number: 66C
Requested Reward: Posts
The sun was setting on another day of Golden Week, casting shadows farther, highlighting the imperfections of the park now disheveled by recent events, and draping the buildings and trees in an ephemeral shade of yellow, persisting in memory though it may never have existed in the first place. On that day, a 19-year old boy walked the streets of Shibuya, accompanied by his trusty outlandish companion of about a year in Earth time, appearing to be some sort of hybrid of dragon and man, standing at about six inches taller than his human friend, and noticeably in the nude. This wasn't a problem for creatures of his ilk, but much more alarming than the nudity of many of the smaller denizens of his home world. The two were happily strolling home to this aforementioned home world, even after they had been told earlier by a government official to not let the taller of the two be seen, one could say that neither of them were in a very cooperative mood. They listened to the hushed whispers of terrified and shocked city folk, while taking care to maintain a gentle friendly countenance - a smile, a wave. The general populace was still rather shaken up after the earlier attacks, though Alan wasn't aware there had been more than the one he was involved with subduing. Suddenly, they both heard a scream ring out, and they didn't think it had anything to do with them.
Rushing to where they thought they heard the noise, the pair would find a rather unkempt man in a suit that had seen better days, holding down a Dracomon who was crying, screaming and kicking. Though it was possible for a human to match the strength of a Rookie-level digimon, it was abundantly clear that this one was in a terribly weakened state, to the point where they could barely move against the angry businessman's grasp. Through the tears and short gasps of breath of the pinned Dracomon on the ground, one could barely make out the words, "I... I was h-h-hu-h-h-hungryyyyyyyyy-yy-yy-yyyyy!"
But it was only met with a kick in the stomach. "I paid good money for that bread!" scowled the man. "I paid good money for everything! For a home! And a wife! And a kid! And a life! And a niiiiiiiiiiice cozy job on a third floor of an office building over by the station! Lovely view of the Scramble! It was YOUR kind!" He turned sharply and pointed to Levi as he came running up with his partner to the digimon's defense, the stranger nearly pressing his accusing finger into Levi's snout. "One o' you big-ass lizards came up and blasted it to bits! And the company thought that was their chance to lay me off! And don't gimme none o' that 'earthquake' crap the government wants me to believe! I saw it wit' me own eyes! Well a broken office building doesn't get you no checks! And no checks don't get you no medical bills paid! And no medical bills don't get you no wives who ain't dyin' of some god damn.... pfeh…"
"Dad?" A small voice called in from outside of the alleyway. A girl of about 8 or 9 gasped and ran up to the weakened Dracomon, where Alan was already kneeling down and speaking with him.
"It's so... scary here..." the dragon sniveled.
"It's okay..." replied Alan, "I'm sorry this happened to you... we'll get you fixed up with something."
"What in the name of every last one of these scaled devils are you doing?" demanded the man, stepping forward to pull Alan's attention back to him. Levi, in turn, held him back.
"Dad, he's hurt!" The girl stood with her arms outspread between the digimon and her father.
"He was trying to starve us!"
"He needs to eat too."
"A kind-hearted soul, this one," mused Levi, approving of the daughters willingness to stand up for those in need. He would then face the increasingly confused man. "We would like you two to accompany us. We'll buy you all dinner."
"Why should I believe you have a single yen in your pocket, lizard boy?"
"You shouldn't." Just then, their digiport opened, and they motioned for their perfect party of five to step through.
They would spend that evening at one of Terminus City's many family cafes. The now-subdued father was staring wide-eyed into his empty teacup, until a Lillymon came by to give him a refill. He raised his hand in thanks, to which the waitress returned a wink as she walked away.
"As you can see," Alan continued, "we're not the only ones with our fair share of problems. We're welcome in far more parts of their world than they are in ours. And of course, a large part of this is because digimon society has to be a lot more accommodating in general due to the great disparity in needs between species, but it's because of this that I truly believe we can overcome a great many of these challenges."
The man simply nodded. "I... I understand."
"Are you okay, Mr. Dracomon?"
"I'm more than okay!" Suddenly, he ducked under the table and crossed it to snuggle up next to the little girl. "I'm full!"
It would be not long after, that night, that a small device would appear in a young girl's hands.
In the meantime, a Lillymon would approach the businessman as they were leaving. "I'm sorry, but... I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."
He gulped, staring darkly in the opposite direction. "I'm... not looking for any replacements."
"Oh, no! I didn't mean to imply that! I just wanted you to know... you have my condolences... If you ever have need of a place to stay, we have plenty."
"Oh." said the man, feeling a bit guilty. "Well, it was that young man over there who brought us here. I'd be happy to take you up on your offer if we ever find a way back. Even so... I... have to go clear my head, first."
Yet another beginning in an endless series of beginnings.
MPC Number: 66C
Requested Reward: Posts
The sun was setting on another day of Golden Week, casting shadows farther, highlighting the imperfections of the park now disheveled by recent events, and draping the buildings and trees in an ephemeral shade of yellow, persisting in memory though it may never have existed in the first place. On that day, a 19-year old boy walked the streets of Shibuya, accompanied by his trusty outlandish companion of about a year in Earth time, appearing to be some sort of hybrid of dragon and man, standing at about six inches taller than his human friend, and noticeably in the nude. This wasn't a problem for creatures of his ilk, but much more alarming than the nudity of many of the smaller denizens of his home world. The two were happily strolling home to this aforementioned home world, even after they had been told earlier by a government official to not let the taller of the two be seen, one could say that neither of them were in a very cooperative mood. They listened to the hushed whispers of terrified and shocked city folk, while taking care to maintain a gentle friendly countenance - a smile, a wave. The general populace was still rather shaken up after the earlier attacks, though Alan wasn't aware there had been more than the one he was involved with subduing. Suddenly, they both heard a scream ring out, and they didn't think it had anything to do with them.
Rushing to where they thought they heard the noise, the pair would find a rather unkempt man in a suit that had seen better days, holding down a Dracomon who was crying, screaming and kicking. Though it was possible for a human to match the strength of a Rookie-level digimon, it was abundantly clear that this one was in a terribly weakened state, to the point where they could barely move against the angry businessman's grasp. Through the tears and short gasps of breath of the pinned Dracomon on the ground, one could barely make out the words, "I... I was h-h-hu-h-h-hungryyyyyyyyy-yy-yy-yyyyy!"
But it was only met with a kick in the stomach. "I paid good money for that bread!" scowled the man. "I paid good money for everything! For a home! And a wife! And a kid! And a life! And a niiiiiiiiiiice cozy job on a third floor of an office building over by the station! Lovely view of the Scramble! It was YOUR kind!" He turned sharply and pointed to Levi as he came running up with his partner to the digimon's defense, the stranger nearly pressing his accusing finger into Levi's snout. "One o' you big-ass lizards came up and blasted it to bits! And the company thought that was their chance to lay me off! And don't gimme none o' that 'earthquake' crap the government wants me to believe! I saw it wit' me own eyes! Well a broken office building doesn't get you no checks! And no checks don't get you no medical bills paid! And no medical bills don't get you no wives who ain't dyin' of some god damn.... pfeh…"
"Dad?" A small voice called in from outside of the alleyway. A girl of about 8 or 9 gasped and ran up to the weakened Dracomon, where Alan was already kneeling down and speaking with him.
"It's so... scary here..." the dragon sniveled.
"It's okay..." replied Alan, "I'm sorry this happened to you... we'll get you fixed up with something."
"What in the name of every last one of these scaled devils are you doing?" demanded the man, stepping forward to pull Alan's attention back to him. Levi, in turn, held him back.
"Dad, he's hurt!" The girl stood with her arms outspread between the digimon and her father.
"He was trying to starve us!"
"He needs to eat too."
"A kind-hearted soul, this one," mused Levi, approving of the daughters willingness to stand up for those in need. He would then face the increasingly confused man. "We would like you two to accompany us. We'll buy you all dinner."
"Why should I believe you have a single yen in your pocket, lizard boy?"
"You shouldn't." Just then, their digiport opened, and they motioned for their perfect party of five to step through.
They would spend that evening at one of Terminus City's many family cafes. The now-subdued father was staring wide-eyed into his empty teacup, until a Lillymon came by to give him a refill. He raised his hand in thanks, to which the waitress returned a wink as she walked away.
"As you can see," Alan continued, "we're not the only ones with our fair share of problems. We're welcome in far more parts of their world than they are in ours. And of course, a large part of this is because digimon society has to be a lot more accommodating in general due to the great disparity in needs between species, but it's because of this that I truly believe we can overcome a great many of these challenges."
The man simply nodded. "I... I understand."
"Are you okay, Mr. Dracomon?"
"I'm more than okay!" Suddenly, he ducked under the table and crossed it to snuggle up next to the little girl. "I'm full!"
It would be not long after, that night, that a small device would appear in a young girl's hands.
In the meantime, a Lillymon would approach the businessman as they were leaving. "I'm sorry, but... I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."
He gulped, staring darkly in the opposite direction. "I'm... not looking for any replacements."
"Oh, no! I didn't mean to imply that! I just wanted you to know... you have my condolences... If you ever have need of a place to stay, we have plenty."
"Oh." said the man, feeling a bit guilty. "Well, it was that young man over there who brought us here. I'd be happy to take you up on your offer if we ever find a way back. Even so... I... have to go clear my head, first."
Yet another beginning in an endless series of beginnings.