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Reading Rainboooooow~ [Alan/DFC/Open]
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Post by carrie on Oct 19, 2019 1:59:59 GMT
"But I-" Carrie stopped as the digimon was taken from her. "He... I was-" Her hardy and confident attitude came crashing down at the word 'bully', as she fell silent and looked at her hands. She stood up for herself and all she did was attack some kid who didn't realize what he was doing. The staring eyes of Levi did little to alleviate her feelings of guilt and concern. "I just... he just..."
Carrie, calm down. D'arcmon cut in again. You got upset, there's nothing to feel bad about. Righteous Indignation has a place, and you were right as far as you knew. Yeah, the little punk had it coming! I'd have thrown him against a wall myself. The digimon then vomited up ones and zeroes all over the poor girl, and Carrie just felt her emotions compounding upon themselves. She didn't want to think it, she hated to even realize it was possible, but the thought still wormed its way into her head: Is this what it feels like to stand up for myself?
She immediately collapsed into her old ways, apologizing up and down as she did everything to clean up the mess she'd caused. Everyone would be staring at her. Everyone would know she was a bad girl, just as awful as the digimon in her head. She fought the tears again, just because she knew it would make cleaning up all the harder.
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Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Oct 23, 2019 21:08:08 GMT
Sho could sit down in front of Carrie as she began to break down and name it. For the first time in a long time, he'd remembered that he'd read it all before. This was someone who's sense of self was as paper thin and nearly immaterial as the souls that were probably bouncing around in her brain. A dangerous combination to be sure, but not one that was unable to be helped. "Hey, you know full well that that's not why she did that, Yuko. Not that shaking someone until they throw up is any more forgivable, but we've gotta get everything straight here." He scolded, shaking his head before standing and holding his D-Tector at the ready... "One, I technically work here, so I'm cleaning up the mess. Two, you've gotta take a moment, a moment of your own, to think about anything you're going to do, Carrie. No matter what. And three, I can't say much about Dracmon considering I'm not his partner, but I can say that just popping somebody else's pills they medically need is a no. Definitively. Now everybody back up and sit down, I've gotta go get some towels." Sho finished his little parental rant before running his D-Tector along his wrist and disappearing in a burst of Digicode, all coming together in a Tsukaimon that flapped and flew away over the many shelves...the girls could handle the rest of the cleaning.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 23, 2019 22:36:16 GMT
The whole ruckus caused by… what technically counted as Digimon abuse, drew the attention of yet another human, whose partner was a small, blue, reptilian creature who apparently liked to drink cleaning product in their spare time. Yuko was about to talk back to the bespectacled youth, when Carrie started having some sort of panic attack. Having gone through one herself not too long ago, Yuko knew that they were no joking matter.
As Sho casually transformed into a Digimon for the very mundane task of going off to fetch some towels, the female delinquent left a still recuperating Dracmon to rest on the sofa, while she herself knelt down to Carrie’s eye level. “Oh shit, oh crap… I didn’t mean all those things I said… Okay, I did mean them, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. Shit… I’m sorry.” Curse her inability to cheer people up when they were having a streak of depression! What should she do? She could help clean up as soon as Sho came back, but now she needed something a bit more instantaneous, and a bit more direct. As such, she wrapped her arms around the distressed Spirit User in an awkward-looking, yet genuine hug. “I’m really sorry… Everything’s gonna be okay, alright?”
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Post by Alan Pantell on Nov 2, 2019 19:38:18 GMT
Now that Sho had brought up what the Dracmon had done, Alan at least at some sort of context for what had been happening before he walked into the lobby. Clearly, there was more to the picture than the cause-and-effect of that particular moment. Here he saw a girl in immense distress, on the verge of tears, and the last thing Alan wanted to do was nothing but sit around and stare. Perhaps an outside perspective would be beneficial. He calmly approached Carrie, but not too close, given that someone was already hugging her, and he didn't want to crowd her too much. In the interest of both calming things down and satisfying his own curiosity, the young man would ask something of the apologizing youth.
"Excuse me, miss..." he said, attempting to sound soft and gentle. "My name is Alan. I do not mean to assume I can help in any meaningful way, but if it's not too much too ask... would you mind telling me the events of the past few minutes? However, I would like you to do so without insulting yourself or anyone else. I believe doing so might help ease the confusion somewhat. It is fine if you don't wish to say."
Levi watched the Tsukaimon fly away, intrigued as he was by the process of Spirit Evolution. Beyond this, the Veemon remained silent, patiently keeping any thoughts to himself, looking in no direction in particular, but still listening.
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Post by carrie on Nov 7, 2019 21:20:07 GMT
The hug helped calm her down and stop dipping her hands in digital goop at least, as the spirit user ran off. Then Alan approached and asked what had happened. She took some deep breaths as she recuperated. "I... I came here to get some books. I'm Carrie, t-this is Yuko. I wanted to join the library and my digimon... made me... they wanted me to make friends. But I didn't wanna. I just wanted to have some books and... I tried to talk to these two and I hit my head and fell over a-and all my pills fell out and then he ate one and- and I was worried he'd get sick and..."
NOW she's broken down again, crying into Yuko's shoulder during their awkward hug. "I just wanna go home." She admits. "Coming to the digital world was a mistake, it's always a mistake. Every time I just end up crying in a stranger's arms and scaring a bunch of people like in elementary school. I'm just a big stupid crybaby who's only good at making trouble and whining." She'd clearly forgotten about his orders to not put anyone down, but right now she probably just needed a good cry more than anything.
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Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Nov 12, 2019 2:36:29 GMT
And like a valkyrie descending from the heavenly library ceiling above, the tiny, lavender Tsukaimon returned to the hidden spot of the library, batting and flapping its wings with significant effort as it skillfully carried the towels from above. In literally one fell swoop and a burst of pinkish digicode that dispersed near immediately, Sho changed back and grabbed the towels he once grasped with all for limbs. He sighed and dusted himself off, blowing a strand of hair out of his face so that he could see the breakdown he was just so clearly hearing before. "False." Sho stated, pointing at the crying heap in Yuko's arms that he once recognized as a dignified student with his roll of paper towels. "You're a scholar of what I could probably say is one of the most difficult things I've heard of studying in my life and got stuck with digital world burdens on the way. You're not scary or a crybaby, you're just inexperienced and hurting." He asserted quite clearly before setting about cleaning up Dracmon's code vomit...Ignoring the conceptual tongue twister that was cleaning up literal code off the floor and that the stuff felt like TV static placed under his fingers, he was really just trying to hide his grin. Of all the people similar to Carrie that he'd read about, that's what he wanted to tell them the most. Now he'd done it for real...but he couldn't be done just yet. He still had a job to do, a deal to strike, and a friend to make... "Of all the things I'd say about the people I've met here, it'd probably be that we're each so unique that sometimes it makes it difficult to understand each other. I doubt I can fully understand Yuko's connection with her partner, but I can get what you have to deal with as someone beholden to a spirit...It's a rough ride, but it isn't a mistake." He remarked as he cleaned, finally finishing and walking back over to Carrie. "I'd love to talk about it...If you like the books you check out and want to come back." He proposed, squatting down and tilting his head slightly sideways.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 12, 2019 14:52:46 GMT
Carrie retold the sequence of events that had led to her strangling the self-proclaimed Demon King, so that the newly arrived Alan could have some more context as to why there was now a half-dead Dracmon lying on the sofa, a Tsukaimon carrying a bunch of towels, and two girls hugging each other in a puddle of digital goop. “Her totem spirits also took over her body without her consent. That past is important too, I would think.” Yuko added, turning her head back to the blonde youth and his Veemon.
Soon, the schizophrenic Spirit User was crying into Yuko’s shoulder, with the delinquent being unable to do much other than comfortingly pat the other girl’s back. “Can you keep your cries of loneliness and despair down? I’m still trying to convalesce here!” Dracmon grumbled, groggily rolling his body to the opposite side.
It was Sho who - after turning back into a human - gave Carrie some honest words of encouragement, coming straight from the mind as well as the heart. Yuko smiled at that, gently breaking the hug. “See? Looks like you’ve made a friend after all. A nerdy friend who smells like kitty litter, but a friend all the same.” She said, pointing at Sho with her head. Granted, Carrie had never seen Sho’s Bastemon form, so the kitty litter joke would likely go over her head.
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Post by Alan Pantell on Nov 13, 2019 14:34:06 GMT
"Hey, hey, hey..." Alan tried to make some consoling-sounding noises (to hear him describe it,) but he still wasn't sure what to do. Just as he feared, Carrie's attempt at an explanation eventually devolved into self-deprecation, and he was still quite confused as to what had happened, though that much may have been to be expected. Yuko then offered him a quick point of clarification, telling him that Carrie's spirit digimon had taken control of her body. It was interesting to learn of this, as the only spirit wielder Alan had met before seemed in control, but that person had clearly been far more experienced than the girl in front of him. It seemed to be the best option to let the other spirit wielder here do the talking for now. Coming to a similar conclusion, the Veemon began to speak again:
"It's strange encountering a problem I can't solve by hugging someone, but then again, Alan here's real fond of digimon. More so than humans, I'd say. I'm like an automatic calm switch for him."
Alan made some sort of strained expression before softly responding, "It seems a bit insensitive to just mention that here..."
Levi backpedaled in his thoughts. They both knew they needed to work on this sort of thing. "Mmm... I guess? My point is, I'll bet Tamers and Spirit Wielders get vastly different first impressions of digimon when they're chosen. 'Strange creatures exist!' is one thing, but I can only imagine how much more jarring 'I think I might be possessed and able to turn into a strange creature I didn't know existed' is, especially if the digimon in question doesn't see eye-to-eye with you."
"Or with each other."
"Right. Between that and a complete lack of privacy, what I'm trying to say is, while we can't do more than empathize, what we can do is tell you this: Your circumstances have nothing to do with your own character. You were dealt a tough hand, and it's only natural that you need help working with it. So please don't think less of yourself for all this!"
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Post by carrie on Nov 15, 2019 17:49:39 GMT
Carrie had calmed down again, letting go of the hug and getting up to go sit in one of the chairs. Her new friends were quick to reassure her, as most people did when she broke down. Though she didn't hear everything through the tears (thankfully missing out Dracmon's sentiments), she heard enough. "I'm sorry..." She said, sitting down. "Let's... maybe we should just start over, and forget first impressions... I'm just not having a good day. He said your name is Alan, right?" She smiled, and looked the nerdy boy over. "I'm uh... I'm Carrie. I go to the college in Shibuya. I came here to study for a chemistry exam but... things went wrong." She sighed and looked again at the books Sho had brought her.
"Thanks for these, Sho. I'm sorry for all the fuss I caused. I just wanted a new place to visit and feel safe. I felt if I could find... one place that I'd feel comfortable in, maybe I'd pull through this, since I lost touch with my high school friends and... b-but now I have you guys and Gotsumon and D'arcmon have been quiet for a while and now I'm thinking maybe everything's gonna be OK."
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Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Nov 16, 2019 23:37:51 GMT
Sho gave a hearty smile towards the reintroduced Carrie. She had the books she wanted and a better feeling about the day...That had to be worth something, didn't it? This would be the perfect time to plant the idea in her head, the idea that she could help him... "Don't fret, as long as you're strong in here-" He began, resting his hand on his chest again. "You'll always be an to overpower everything they try to do up there." He elaborated, tapping at his temple and opening up his D-Terminal in a couple slick button presses, beginning to fill out bits and pieces of a document he'd opened. "Besides, the doors of the library are practically always open, plenty of places to study your chemistry. For seven times as long, might I add! Whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing, he heh..." He joked, shaking his head a little. There was a small tug in his chest. A little pull. A little push to force the words out. Some force to say what he needed to say... "Now that I think about it, I might come by to ask you about chemistry, you could really help me out when it comes to that science." Sho added, feeling like he'd die if Carrie decided to say anything other than "Sure". It was more than his life. It was weighted twice over and he hoped with all his heart that it didn't spill over into what he was trying to say. Imagine...saying all these things only to have it turned back on you. It was sickening, horrid, terrible to think about. Still yourself...As long as you have that hesitation to get what you need, there's nothing I can do. You're not sick about this like you were before, are you? I don't know what you're talking about... Those were the thoughts he had, but he masked his face behind his terminal and hid his exhaustion by dropping himself down into the couch. It was all a matter of relaxing. Relaxing with the voice in his head. You just don't like what I'm talking about. So you stop thinking. Keep thinking. Keep reminding yourself.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 17, 2019 11:13:18 GMT
Yuko couldn’t help but smile at the Veemon’s words. There was something a bit too endearing about the thought of being hugged by a blue baby dinosaur-looking thing. “That’s fine, I bet being hugged by a cute little guy like you would calm me down too.” “Mumble mumble… hug not the dogs of Yggdrasil… mumble mumble…” Dracmon muttered in a groggy state, once again switching side on the sofa to continue his nap.
The Veemon then went on to explain how, given the circumstances, what had happened to Carrie wasn’t her own fault. The Japanese delinquent listened quietly to his speech, nodding in understanding. “That… makes a lot of sense actually. Your partner sounds like a pretty wise guy.” She said, directing her smile to Alan.
As a calmer Carrie sat on a chair and reintroduced herself, the young Tamer smiled warmly, taking a seat next to her and giving the Spirit User a friendly tap on the shoulder. “Nice to meet you, Carrie-san. My names’ Yuko. I’m in the second grade of senior high school and have made no college plans as of yet.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, but perhaps with Levi’s and Sho’s combined pep talks, things really would be OK.
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Post by Alan Pantell on Dec 3, 2019 17:58:17 GMT
Alan was impressed. His partner had managed to lift a great deal of the heavy atmosphere from the room which his speech! The young man tapped his feet quietly on the ground to make sure he wasn't floating above the ground. "Yes... I'm Alan," he said, smiling with relief. "I don't go to college, but I try to keep learning and growing anyway, spending most of my time in the digital world. My partner here is Levi, the Veemon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Levi nodded enthusiastically. "Same here, Carrie! I'm glad we could help you feel better!" The little dragon would grin ear-to-ear and blush at Yuko's added comments.
"He really is pretty wise, huh?" Alan agreed.
"Aw, shucks, you know I'm still basically just a kid! B-but I'm very generous with the hugs when people ask! I can do em with other forms, too, like Flamedramon, and I bet Alan would recommend ExVeemon for the sturdy of windpipe!"
"L-Levi," interjected his partner, "that's embarrassing, but..." He swallowed his pride for the sole purpose of backing up the claim. "...true. And you don't have to worry about the windpipe thing. Levi wouldn't hurt a fly that didn't first punch him in the gut; he doesn't hug harder than you're comfortable with. Aaaaaanyway…" Alan would indicate Carrie once more. "I think this could be a much safer place for you than it was before now that you have a few people you know will help you through this. I'm not good with chemistry, though I find it interesting, so... any time you want to hear some outside voices, you can count on us."
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Post by carrie on Dec 7, 2019 18:11:11 GMT
Carrie smiled, sitting back down in the nice comfy chair. She opened her backpack and took out a chemistry textbook, sighing softly. "So, you guys wanna help me study? Maybe we could make flash cards and uh, do the end of chapter stuff? It could be fun." She opened the book, and frowned at all the scribbles and writings her spirits had done. "Well, there goes my deposit on that... I can still read most of these."
She hums and offered a seat to the others. [Exit Post]
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