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Salaryman's Sanity (Vetina)
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 20:21:39 GMT
Yaku sat in the park, sighing and keeping calm on a park bench as he began to unpack his lunch. His wife would always prepare him a classic meal: rice, sushi, and a moderately-sized onigiri. She'd also packed some change for whatever else he would like in his meal. Around him was the beauty of nature, flowers that kept the bugs away, trees that kept the sun from burning him or getting in his glasses, the sun high in the sky to show all the world's beauty to whomever would look. Yaku wore his black suit and tie, maintaining his professional appearance in case he'd run into someone important. His un-scuffed business shoes and his always clean glasses helped him feel pride for his presence, his hairpiece and his perfect posture keeping him secure in his small place in the world, and his meal would help him maintain his energy until he would finish his overtime.
He sighed, realizing that. Overtime. He'd have to do unpaid overtime once again, having been knocked down a few rungs of the corporate ladder. Honestly, it was a miracle he wasn't fired for what he'd been framed for. In fact, it was lucky he had a job at all. He must've been fired from almost every engineering firm in town. He'd been Tech Support, a product designer, a programmer, in marketing, in the cafeteria, a janitor, everything but C.E.O. and higher. As he took out a health drink from his suitcase, he wondered what he'd need to do to break through the ceiling they'd hung above him.
Once or twice he'd thought about taking his wife, a large bottle of sake, and a motorcycle and riding out of this slow paced, stressful, and otherwise pointless life. He fumbled and dropped his drink, it rolling under the bench. Leaving his meal wide open and un-watched, he dug around underneath the park bench, doubting anyone was around to steal his lunch anyway.
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 20:40:35 GMT
The last few days hadn't been good for Vetina. Not since that Hylden digimon shown up and extracted data from her. Having sent a few others she met who also had dealings with the digimon to someone who could help, Vetina spent time healing. Her body was sore, as if she had scabs all in her body. But a couple days of being planted in the ground and a nice waxing moon in the digital world had healed her quite nicely.
But her thoughts were preoccupied with questions, scenarios, regrets, anger, fear... many emotions while she rested. And then, she decided to take a break. She needed time to cool down and relax before she went to search for the Hylden digimon. So, she was now here.
Vetina, in her Ranamon form, was in her holosuit, not quite up to taking the time to put on her preferred method of makeup and clothing. But the park was nice. Vetina liked a nice park... not so much the sun, but it wasn't overbearing. She still had her sunglasses on which hid her grey eyes. As she walked through the park, hoping to find a nice place to just sit down, she spotted a human. Another suited human, fumbling around reaching for something he dropped. She also saw his lunch, and Vetina was reminded that she hadn't eaten in a few hours.
So, she picked Yaku's lunch, sat down, and began to help herself. She would have ran off but, eh... she was kind of miserable still. And misery loves company.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 20:51:55 GMT
"Aha!" Came Yaku's voice as he grabbed the bottle. As he opened it and almost took a drink he gasped as he saw some woman take his lunch. "Hey! Hey! That's not yours!" He said, about to take it back before remembering his manners. If he were half the man he was he would've taken the food back and reported her to the police... but he was above that. He thought himself kind and smart, aggression only lead to more aggression and aggression lead to bad things, and that anyone can be talked down.
Adjusting himself, clearing his throat, and sealing his drink, he tried again. "Excuse me, young lady. It appears you have taken my lunch as your own. I would appreciate it if you would give it back. My wife spent a lot of time putting it together for me..." He smiled softly, hoping this mysterious woman would be kind to him.
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 21:09:45 GMT
As Yaku initially asked for his food back, Vetina merely looked at him, in an almost deadpan "I'm eating your food, what are you going to do about it?" kind of look, although her glasses may have hidden some of this implied intention. It was almost surprising he didn't get as mad as she would imagined. Of course, no mere human could defeat Vetina, but as far as he knew, she was just an oddly dressed girl who stole his lunch.
However, she did stop at the mention of his wife, chewing the food already in her mouth for an extended period of time as she pondered over it. It reminded of her past... and taking a moment of this time to reflect, she was a bit jealous that he had a mate, but Vetina lost hers. She swallowed her food and spoke in her usual odd manner in a curious french accent.
"Wife, the -te to your ma-, that better half. And her creation is what I'm consuming, no? Homely and worth regards, but maybe there's a figurative taste in love?" She tilted her head slightly before continuing. "I'm now needy for knowledge. Tell me, this wife is to your admiration? Fair in kindness, with mutual returns?
Halt pondering possible intentions, though, of affair. No, no, torn that which beats is of less worth than one of low quality. Neither are of interest to me."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 21:23:25 GMT
Yaku opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. This woman had come up to him and asked him if he was faithful to his wife. He'd been faithful to her since the day they began dating. He'd saved her life and the life of her father to get her. And now some woman of questionable stature had the gall to steal his food and question his relationship.
He kept running the statement through his mind over and over again, but at no point did it make sense to him. "Y-yes, I love my wife... yes, she made that food... yes, she loves me... But I would just like to have my food back."
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 21:40:22 GMT
The girl simply looked at him for a few moments. Was he being truthful? Perhaps he was lying... or he was truthful. But while under normal circumstances Vetina would have no qualms over stealing the food or money of a human... she admittedly felt guilty for taking the lunch of a man who received it from his wife. Actually, if his wife cooked such good food for him then they should have to at least love each other.
With a sigh, she returned the food to him. "I needn't remind you to take inventory of your fortune. In fact, you're to receive my apologies. I'm just a recent lemon over ill happenstances of my involvement. And here I am spilling lemon juice onto you, hahaha..." Her laugh had a slightly saddened tone to it. Her emotions were coming out... taking a moment to calm herself down, she spoke again.
"Of your own discretion, I'd like to inquire about the character of your wife."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 22:01:46 GMT
He took the food back, smiling as something went right for him, even if it was just once. The lack of wavering in his voice and his focus displayed he, indeed, was not lying about her. "Thank you. Perhaps I should introduce myself first. I am Tridori Yaku. My wife is Sora. It is a pleasure to meet you. My wife is a beautiful woman, thin and dressed up nicely. She has blonde hair and a pair of glasses, just like mine."
He smiled once more as he readied to eat his meal. "She makes good food, doesn't she?" He asked, looking over what she hadn't eaten.
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 22:18:51 GMT
Despite the two being complete strangers, Vetina was obviously glad to hear that Yaku loved his wife. He complemented her and seemed to care for her. It brought back fond memories of her precious previous relationship. Back when everything was normal... as normal as things could have been, at least.
"The most proper handle is simply Vetina. Tina if you've obtained rocks enough of size, which you lack, no offense. So Vetina will do. And as mentioned prior, your wife has produced a delicious lunch for your consumption." Thankfully, there would be enough left for him. All she ate was some rice and a bit of sushi. "Yes, yes, a good mate is that soothing bundle of rays of La Luna... or the sun, but I side to La Luna.
The owner of my heart passed long ago. Tempered through experience, the pain never leaves from where the piece is missing and fractured. But the salve of appreciation like yours to your wife can be soothing."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 22:36:38 GMT
Yaku mumbled, not brave enough to counter her accusation, even jokingly. "None taken..." As he listened to her, enjoying the sushi, rice, and his favorite part, the onigiri, he nodded. "Are you foreign?" He asked, noting the use of Luna for Moon and her accent. "No offence, but you just sound like a... french?" He guessed, taking from her seeming poetics. "How did he die?"
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 23:04:29 GMT
As a digimon, Vetina could claim to be foreign. Which she was. She was foreign to this world.
As a digimon, Vetina had no idea what being French was. Which she wasn't. She was foreign to this world.
So, she answered "Yes, it's not from here I hail from" making no mention of whether or not she was French. She merely talked that way, in the accent she had. "As for my mate's demise... I've neither the temperance nor the confidence to reveal that information. It Marathon's in my thoughts nearly every day. But specifics? It'll rend my being attempting. Sorry."
She stood up, offering a weak smile. "I'm my own monster with my own problems. You needn't purchase them much of your attention. But my thanks for your short company, you'll get."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 23:16:48 GMT
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not a monster. I'm sure you can find a nice young man who likes you... Unless you don't want someone else..." He gave a weak laugh, trying to cover up any awkward moments that may ensue. "...And you're welcome. I understand if you don't want to talk about it..."
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 23:28:10 GMT
"Regardless of disposition, I've striven to maintain a measure of pride and confidence about myself. I'm never one to needlessly berate towards my person."
She deactivated her holosuit, revealing the Ranamon underneith. It wouldn't be the first time she shown her true form to a human in this manner. However, she preferred to have done it with her costume. Made things more dramatic instead of the insta-on/off the holosuit provides. Although it was more convenient. Maybe he has seen digimon before. Maybe he hasn't. She didn't really care nonetheless.
"My own monster, with my own problems. Anyway..."
Her holosuit reformed, making the digimon look human, as she reached out for a handshake. "Good bye. I'm happy we've bartered a few words."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 20, 2014 23:40:44 GMT
Yaku went silent, having frozen with an agap jaw as he saw what he could only describe as "A woman turning into another woman, then back again." With the silence and wideness of his eyes, his mouth hanging open as if to catch unwary insects, his skin going pale, his pulse quickening like the Highlander, his food and chopsticks having dropped from his hands into his lap, his hand staying up. His glasses were nearly falling off as he awkwardly took her hand to shake it.
"G-goodbye..." He mumbled, keeping his manners in this apparent moment of insanity.
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Post by Palmon, The Vetina on Jul 20, 2014 23:58:27 GMT
Judging from the look on Yaku's face, he had never seen a digimon before... or at the very least someone who could suddenly change their appearance. It was hilarious, and lightened her mood. But she shook her hand, still smiling.
"Take caution not to give the food to the ground, Yaku. It'll be a disappointing waste of good eats. Anyway, goodbye, and take care."
She left Yaku alone, walking away from him. It was a nice little distraction... and she wouldn't have minded talking to him... provided he hasn't soiled himself when he saw her Ranamon form. That would be embarrassing. But now... she had to find some way of getting something to eat...
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 21, 2014 0:24:33 GMT
The next day, Yaku returned to the location in the park. Having convinced himself he'd been too stressed and imagined her, he sat down to enjoy his lunch. Looking around to double check on that cloudy, somewhat murky day she wouldn't come out of no where to surprise him. Just as he thought he was in the clear a street punk ran up and took his lunch, leaving him empty-handed when he turned back. Sighing, dejectedly, he approached a vending machine and hoped to find something good and cheap in there.
Gazing upon rows of GeneriCola, N&Ns, and other knock-off brands the company prefered to stock the park with rather than their pricier, official versions, he finally found an option for cup ramen. Putting in his money and ordering that and a Butterfinger joke I'm too lazy to write, he became confident that today would be a better day.
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