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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 25, 2019 9:49:26 GMT
Whitewater City, Day 3. The gang was ready to depart from the city of sunshine, palm trees and beaches as far as the eye could see. Their short-lived vacation had been fun, but they needed to find their way home pronto. And if Jokermon’s word was to be believed, the quickest way back to the human world was getting to Terminus City first. Thing was, there was only one Trailmon on duty in Whitewater’s station that day, and it had the flu. Yes, trains could get sick in the Digital World.
“A-CHOO! Sorry guys, I don’t feel so well today…” Said the talking, blue train engine in an apologetic tone. Its voice sounded mechanical, yet oddly nasally. And so, Yuko and Jokermon traveled to the outskirts of Whitewater in search of a mechanic that could ‘fix’ the blue Trailmon’s flu. Eventually, they saw what looked like a workshop in the distance. “I think we’re in luck. Do you think they’ll be able to cure that train’s cold, though? Isn’t that more of a medical problem?” The Tamer pointed out. “Medical, mechanical… Honestly, you never know with Machine-type Digimon.” The colorful jester replied, shrugging his shoulders in an exaggerated manner. The two of them soon approached the shop and walked inside. “Hellooo? Anybody here?” The young Japanese delinquent asked, as she looked around.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2019 19:54:48 GMT
It wasn't too common for the trailmon's to get sick but it wasn't the first time that they would of ended up in such a situation. The shopkeeper leaned back in his chair, flipping through the daily paper. This was one of those days where very little happened and he was rather okay with that; nothing was stopping him from just chilling...
Well nothing up until a customer walked into his shop, prompting the man to fold the paper in half rather quickly. Placing it on the counter to his well maintained store; the duo would find that this place was damn near spotless. After all if someone was running this place why wouldn't it be?
"Yep; right in the back here."
The spirit user would wave his hand to grab the attention of what looked to be a young girl and her partner. The man was wearing one of the stereotypical jumpers that was well associated with those that worked on various vehicles.
"Name's Kan, I'm the owner of this shop. Got a problem needs solving or just here to look?"
His voice was rather cheerful, much more so than any real service sort in the human world. He barely got enough business to keep this place properly running but that wasn't the point... It was a service place and lord knew that kan would fight to keep it open. Literally if need be!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 27, 2019 20:22:01 GMT
The punk girl stared dumbstruck at the being that approached them. The man was huge! He looked taller even than her friend Mika, and quite stockier too. On top of that, he looked older, hairier and more rugged. Yuko didn’t like the use of the term ‘bara’, but heck, this guy seemingly fit all the criteria! Still, any sense of intimidation was soon washed away by the man’s jovial, friendly demeanor.
“What’s the matter, kid? Gatomon got your tongue?” The jester-like Digimon playfully quipped, while nudging Yuko’s shoulder. “Shuddup!” The pierce-faced teenager yelled in annoyance, before regaining her composure and turning to the jumpsuit-wearing giant. “Hi, Mr. Kan. I’m Yuko. And this is Jokermon. We do have a problem, actually. Me and my friends are trying to get a ride to Terminus City, but the Trailmon in Whitewater has the flu… and apparently machines in this world need mechanics rather than doctors when they get sick.” She explained the situation, while hoping that Kan would charge much for his services. After all, they weren’t exactly the richest bunch.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 17:26:22 GMT
"Hah! Usually it's mons that are speechless. Most of em never have seen a human adult."
The man chuckled and shook his head; he was fairly relaxed given where they were. In any other enviroment he might be a little less chipper as you never quite knew what you were dealing with when someone approached you. He'd give a small nod as the youth introduced herself.
"Oh. Yeah that sounds about right, well if it's a whitewater or terminus Trailmon then I can just have the bill footed to the city as it's their job to keep these things up and running."
He figured that payment would be an issue or that they wouldn't have enough to help witht hat. The man would trot over to behind his counter, pulling out a backpack which he'd sling over one shoulder. In it he had some tools that wouldn't join well with his infinistorage and some minor things that he'd need for a job like this.
"Well Ms. Yuko if you could lead me to which one is sick I can take a look at them. With any luck you'll be on your way in a pretty short time... Unless it's really serious then I might be at this for a bit."
He'd shrug a bit and slide over the counter. For someone so large he was certainly agile! Perhaps it was because he just worked out a lot or just knew his body well enough. There was a moment where he'd pause and consider something before shrugging.
"If you're really in a rush though there should be a airpad near the more busier parts of the city. Could book a flight or something. Tends to be a bit more expensive though."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 1, 2019 19:21:42 GMT
“Ohohoho! Normally I would be shocked, but I’ve seen my fair share of human adults.” Jokermon remarked, laughing haughtily at Kan’s comment. Meanwhile, Yuko was just happy to hear that they wouldn’t have to pay for the repair from their own pockets, her relief showing clearly on her pierced face. “That’s good news. It’s probably a Whitewater Trailmon. I mean, it kinda looks like an angler fish, so it would make sense for the summer-themed level. Heh.” The punk girl chuckled lightly.
The young delinquent was a bit surprised when the behemoth of a man slided over the counter. He sure was athletic! She focused and shook her head at his question. “I… don’t think we could afford flying there. The Trailmon is our only option. I’ll lead the way.”
… Sometime later, they would arrive at a warehouse just outside Whitewater Station, where the sick Trailmon Angler greeted them with a loud, mechanical-sounding sneeze. “A-CHOO! Hi, guys. I’m still feeling sick. Sorry…” “Gesundheit, my stuffy-nosed, steam-powered compatriot! It’s your lucky day, ‘cause the doctor is in!” Jokermon said, while his Tamer turned to Kan with a questioning look. “So, this is the… patient, I guess. What do you think? Can you fix him?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 19:56:20 GMT
"Hah! I'll take your word on it."
To kan's guess, he was right when it came down to the fiances as well as where the trailmon came from. Whitewater would find a bill in their mailbox later with the trailmon's number and what was wrong with it. Though the summer themed trailmon? He didn't remmeber one like that so it must of been a newer trailmon that he hadn't worked with before.
"Well that just makes it easier for me when I have to figure out who's paying for it."
A small chuckle and he'd shake the head, motioning for the youth to lead on. He'd lock his shop door and press a button for some metal shutters to come down over the windows before leaving; could never quite be careful even if you lived in a rather safe part of the digital world.
Kan would tilt his head when he heard that sneeze, furrowing his brow a little bit before setting down his bag. If he had to guess it was a stoppage of some sort that was making it hard for data flow to regulate properly...
"Lucky day indeed... I think I could fix him. Just gotta ask him some questions before I pop him open."
The man shrugged and pulled out a small toolbox from his infini-storage; the device was infinitely useful and well... Thankfully very cheap for someone with his regular amount of income.
"Any areas of your body that 'hurt' or places that 'feel funny'?"
The lazy somewhat cheerful questions were only followed by kan hopping up onto the trailmon to peer at what sort of panels he'd have to work with as well as what sort of tools the man would need to open them.
"Newer model too by the looks of it... Whitewater finally updating their transports?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 1, 2019 20:40:07 GMT
Yuko sat down on the ground, hugging her knees as she observed Kan taking out his various mechanical tools. “Neat! Guess you can keep a bunch of junk in that thing, huh?” She commented at the infini-storage being used. A device that could store infinite items certainly sounded useful. Carrying supplies of any kind in the Digital World would be helpful, something she and her friends sadly lacked.
As the mechanic hopped into the blue Trailmon, Jokermon caught up to him by casually teleporting on top of the train’s namesake angler, sitting with one leg crossed over the other. “Breaking down after one year of active duty? Some new model you are! Go on now, tell the good doctor what ails you.”
The Trailmon Angler blushed, despite having no skin or even flesh and blood. “Uuuugh… My smokebox feels funny… cloggy… Hurts to breathe. A-CHOO!” The Machine-type Digimon explained, its entire metal frame shaking as it sneezed once again. “Sorry…” It apologized. It was a very apologetic train, it seemed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2019 16:53:38 GMT
"well I wouldn't call it junk per say, a lot of the stuff in there was expensive. More because anything from the human world that's techy that I could use doesn't work all too well in the human one. Ever try to bring a cell phone here that wasn't digital make? It'll be dead the whole time. That and it's also easier to carry than a million other things..."
The man sighed a bit and took a look into the trailmon's side, he could see where the build up was occuring which was leading to the sneezing... And it did trail up to where the smokebox would be so... He'd sigh a bit and shift; the panel that he was working from wouldn't let him get to where he needed to go.
"Newer models often have problems in the first year, mechanics are never the same thus all the different variants. Seeing that he was a variant from whitewater also helps since a lot of the engineers here have different quirks. Do you remember who made you?"
Kan shifted, hiked and hung off of the Trailmon, popping open the panel that would normally hold the smoke box. But instead he was greeted with a whole bunch of pipes, wires and other nonsense. Rolling his eyes he'd climb up to the top of the trailmon, stoop over and pop open a third panel.
"...Nevermind I know who it is. We always got into arguments about placement of stuff like this. Tch. All right it'll take a lil bit for me to fix this, I see where it's blocked already. I'm going to turn up your pressure in two of the subsidary pipes and then remove your filter all together. Once I've done that you're going to need to exhale as hard as you can. That'll jump your system and should get out any clogs..."
The man set to working on exactly that, the hike in pressure would make the entire system prime to reset and the smokebox filter itself was something that was really easy to replace, there was a few wads of material that had got caught in it which would likely explain part of the clog but... There was more and he couldn't exactly put his finger on it but this felt a touch odd. He knew the andromon responsible and they were really good with this portion of work too!
"All right now... Go ahead and exhale as hard as you can, even out the pressure in the two subsidary pipes and once you have I'll refil them again so you can do it a second time."
Working on a trailmon was a mix of working mechanical nonsense and some patient work. If he was really sick the mechanic would have to call a docotr, there was some that would do good work on trailmons and whitewater city did pay well...
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 22, 2019 20:02:02 GMT
Yuko listened carefully to the man’s brief explanation of why he carried a bunch of tools inside a small box. She hadn’t thought before how human technology would operate in the Digital World, or even if it would be remotely functional. Heck, she still didn’t fully understand how humans worked in the Digital World. It did make her think, though.
Kan went to work on the ‘sick’ train, figuring out the source of the malfunction relatively quickly, as he asked the Trailmon Angler who had made it. “Uuhh… I don’t know. Sorry…” The fish-shaped locomotive apologized yet again, before sneezing one more time. “A-CHOO!” “For Petermon’s sake, you can’t ask a mon such an existential question out of the blue! How would you feel if I suddenly asked YOU who your maker is, hmm?” Jokermon remarked, raising his one eyebrow as he gave the mechanic an intense stare.
A few fixes later, Dr. Kan had seemingly fixed up his ‘patient’, asking it to exhale hard, in order to completely unclog its systems. “Okaaay…” And the Trailmon let some steam loose… literally, blowing a cloud of grey smoke that soon turned white. “Did it… work?” Yuko asked, coughing twice and swatting the excess smoke away with her hand.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2019 16:18:32 GMT
Kan was thankful that he didn't have to work on more living individuals; he wasn't sure how he'd handle it. He was a mechanic not a doctor after all! Even if some of the things he worked on were 'living' in a sense. The man turned his head and let out a small sigh as the trailmon didn't seem to know but... Then jokermon made quite an interesting comment, kan shifting to stare back down at the mon. His eyebrow raised and he'd give a small shrug.
"I'd give the same answer. I don't know who my parents are."
He said it so casually and so quickly it was like this topic had likely come up before but he'd give a small clap as the smoke went from grey to white. That was a very good sign and that meant that the entire process had worked! The mechanic started to close up the panels he had opened humming to himself as he mulled over long term solutions.
"Keep your pressure a little higher than normal for about a week that should keep it from happening again in the immediate future. You'll have to eat more though."
He'd hop on down from the trailmon, wiping his hands off on his coveralls. The man chuckled lightly and gave a small wave of his hands. Honestly it was a simple fix and he was glad it wasn't something more complicated.
"Yeah it worked, he should be able to get you to terminus. I'll have to tag along just in case my fix missed something more glaring."
It wasn't like he had people clambering for his services and he was A-okay with that. He preferred a rather relaxed chill pace than the maniac sorts that larger corperations tended to have!
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 28, 2019 16:42:22 GMT
Jokermon blinked his eye twice, evidently not expecting the kind of answer the man gave him. “Your parents? No no no, I was more referring to God, with a capital G. Jehovah, isn’t that what you humans call him? Bearded man in the sky who touches people’s fingers?” The eccentric jester went on, casually teleporting to a higher vantage point in order to avoid being smothered by all the smoke coming off the Trailmon.
Yuko was a bit more concerned by what Kan had said. Was he an orphan? Her mind started to make up this tragic backstory for him on the fly, of him growing up in some kind of Dickensian orphanage where he was bullied constantly by other mean children. Maybe the reason he became so huge and intimidating was so he could fight back… Okay, maybe her imagination went a bit overboard.
Regardless, the Trailmon was fixed and there was much rejoicing to be had. “Thank you so much, sir! I promise I’ll take better care of myself from now on. I’ll see you all at the station. CHOO-CHOO!” The blue locomotive whistled excitedly, as it left the warehouse in a hurry, leaving a trail of white smoke behind it.
“Well, you heard the mon. Let us be off to the station, chop chop!” Jokah teleported back to ground level, and walked ahead of the two humans. “Of course you can tag along. We owe you one, seriously.” Yuko also showed her appreciation for Kan’s good work, before turning to him with a somewhat concerned look. “Uuh, by the way… what was that thing you said earlier about your parents?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2019 17:00:29 GMT
"Oh. Him. Yeah I was never a big believer on them. Now the sovereigns on the other hand? Real stuff. How I got this."
The man gestured to the nasty scar on his face, with him proof of things was needed and being face to face with a sovereign that was rightfully pissed was an eye opening experience. The man didn't really seem to think much of his comment, even giving a small shrug to the jester teleporting to a higher vantage point. He didn't blame them about not wanting to get smoke on him.. or around him in general.
"Of course. Just be careful to watch what you eat!"
The man gave a small wave to the trailmon as it left; shaking his head as he knew the eating habits of the train like digimon were varied. He didn't know what sort this one followed to be honest. Kan turned his head as Jokah came back down; saying they should off. Kan let loose a small chuckle; he missed the energetic partners he used to have but there was little reason to get hung up on it.
"Hah thanks! It'll be nice to have some company."
Though he'd pause at the concerned look; sighing softly as she addressed the comment about his parents. Yeah that was something he probably shouldn't of said he figured. He didn't talk about it much when he was younger so why so much now?
"Short of it? Don't know my parents. Was an orphan before I started running my mechanic shop in the human world when I was eighteen. Thirty now and running two shops, one human and one digital."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 28, 2019 17:23:38 GMT
“Ah yes, the Sovereigns are a real pain in the neck.” The Clown Prince commented as the three off them began to walk off. “There’s also Yggdrasil, Homeostasis and even Shakamon. Honestly, who DOESN’T claim to be God around these parts! Praise be to our true lord and savior, the great Ogudomon himself!” The demonic harlequin prayed all on his own. Sometimes it was hard to tell whether he was joking, or if he actually believed that stuff.
Digimon theology did not interest Yuko as much as Kan’s story did. It turned out he really had been an orphan. “Damn, that’s rough. Sorry man…” The young delinquent didn’t know what else to say, and honestly there probably wasn’t much that could be said to make things better. Instead, she focused on the other thing the man said. “Two shops… Sounds like a lot of work. I guess it takes your mind off things, huh? Can’t really imagine where I’ll be by the time I hit thirty.” She admitted, looking down at the ground as she got lost in her own thoughts.
Whenever they reached the station, they would find the Trailmon Angler already waiting for them, blowing steam excitedly out of its blowhole as soon as it saw its newfound friends. Jokermon would take a deep, gentleman-like bow and point towards the carriage door. “Ladies first~” He playfully said, allowing Yuko to hop on.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2019 17:34:40 GMT
"Probably the more humble ones I'd imagine."
Kan shook his head; noting the list and the one that the other either jokingly worshopped or was serious about. He hadn't heard of that one before, all the others... Well. Here or there, he had even met a shakamon once or twice. They were pretty judgmental sorts and as a kid he had problems with authorities. Kan blinked at the apology and kan gave a little shrug.
"Nothing really you need to apologize for, it happens. I managed to get through it and that's the important part."
Then the topic shift to his shops mixed with where she'd be when she hit thirty... Kan rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. Honestly it was hard to say when you were so young, he certainly didn't think he'd still be kicking when he was younger after all!
"It can be a lot of work, but when you have people working with or for you it can be a lot more manageable. It used to help me when I was still trying to figure out what I wanted. Now it's just work that I enjoy."
There was a distinct pause and the man frowned as he tried to think of something to say in regards to the last part. Unsure of if he should even give out any advice given how his own life played out... But snyder had told him to just be blunt and honest about this sort of thing.
"Honestly worrying about the future that far in advance is both difficult and will just stress you out. Think in five year intervals is my suggestion."
Kan chuckled at the reaction that the Trailmon angler gave them, returning the excited steam blowing with a small wave. With jokermon ushering his tamer in the man would wait for the others to board before looking around for a moment... and stepping on himself.
"These things are always so darned cozy..."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 28, 2019 20:29:53 GMT
Even as Jokermon made way for her like the delightful scumbag he was, Yuko absentmindedly hopped aboard, still mulling over the things Kan had said to her. She didn’t even know what career path she was vying for, even when most of her classmates were already making plans for university and such. Was she gonna be lucky enough to get a job she actually enjoyed? His advice to think ahead one step at a time was definitely helpful. This was nice, in a way… It was kinda like having an older brother that gave her advice, something she never had thanks to being an only child.
Getting into the carriage itself, Yuko wolf-whistled, and agreed with the praise the mechanic gave to the place. “Damn right it looks cozy! Sure, we may not have the best seats in the house, but after spending an entire day in the wilderness, any seat that has a pillow seems like first class!” The delinquent girl said, happily resting her bum on one such seat, with Jokermon soon sitting next to her. “So, how long have you been running your shop in this world?” She asked Kan.
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