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113A No Ordinary Bounty (COMPLETE)
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Post by svetlanakuznetsov on Jan 19, 2024 15:20:25 GMT
“ That is good to hear, little one. Allow me to sing you something.” Svetlana was by no means surprised that the little one opted not to sit on her lap and instead went for the ground instead. The Russian was a stranger from a distant land, a complete and utter unknown, one who was yet to prove how trustworthy they were or even if they were worthy of trust to begin with. She cleared her throat and breathed deeply, remembering the lyrics of a song her mother used to sing for her. “Спи, младенец мой прекрасный, Баюшки-баю. Тихо смотрит месяц ясный В колыбель твою. Стану сказывать я сказки, Песенку спою; Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки, Баюшки-баю.
По камням струится Терек, Плещет мутный вал; Злой чечен ползет на берег, Точит свой кинжал; Но отец твой старый воин, Закален в бою: Спи, малютка, будь спокоен, Баюшки-баю.” One may have thought singing such a song, a lullaby once used to lull baby Svetlana to sleep all those years ago, would have made her homesick but honestly no. She was glad to be free from home. She was glad to be seeing the world. She was glad to be studying abroad. This was not to say that she did not enjoy her family’s company but there always came a time when you needed to leave the nest and spread your wings. She watched the little one clamber and climb, moving through the rocks to poke her head out, an act that was perhaps a little risky. Svetlana very much wished not to draw attention but she was always a curious beast, surrendering to the temptation of knowledge and so she moved, shuffling along between the rocks to also poke her head out to see what it was. Let us hope that this is not a curiosity killed the cat kind of situation. However, what Svetlana saw when she did look out from her hiding place was the dragon prone and unconscious, brought low and felled by the might of Circe’s would-be dragon hunter parents. It was a little impressive really but having seen how it was supposedly safe, Svetlana opted to climb free from her hiding place and scramble down to the earth, dusting herself off to try and maintain presentability. “ I must say…I am rather impressed. I had expected this to be more challenging? But I suppose from the perspective of a human like myself, all Digimon conflicts must seem insurmountable for us.” Indeed, the conflict had taken so little time that it was seemingly a far easier affair than Svetlana first assumed. She watched the dragon be carried away, realising its head looked as much like a dragon’s as it did a wolf’s. “ Hm…..not to impose but….would you be willing to assist me in returning to my own world?” The musician made her simple request, desiring to return home if for no reason than to ensure she had a place to eat and sleep tonight. (448 words)
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jan 19, 2024 22:03:38 GMT
As Svetlana began to sing the lullaby her mother sang to her as a baby little Circe cocked her head listening to the words. It was definitely clear she inherited her curiosity from Mandrake and not the Arukenimon that originally called her mother. Well, that was before Arukenimon abandoned Circe to die.
When Lothar walked off with the unconscious KausGammamon Circe scrambled out from behind the rocks and right back to Mandrake taking hold of the Wizardmon's empty hand while he held his staff in his other hand. "What probably made this easier was that KausGammamon is feral and didn't seem all that bright either. I can see your perspective on this though, Svetlana."
Of course, I would be willing to assist you and we will rendezvous with Lothar along the way. Chances are he will grab my car along the way, so we don't have to walk everywhere." Mandrake said.
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Post by svetlanakuznetsov on Jan 20, 2024 15:27:57 GMT
“Feral?...I see….” The musician’s voice trailed off as she lodged that information in her mind for future reference. Digimon could go feral? It was a point of curiosity. What little Svetlana understood about Digimon they seemed highly intelligent and unlikely to go feral…but maybe instead of looking at Digimon as a single species, the correct way to view them was as a clade of animals? Like mammals. Digimon were strange.
“...A car? Yes, a car would be useful.” There was a small degree of surprise in Svetlana’s voice Still, this was seemingly the best opportunity to get back home and so she would go along with the Wizardmon, following them to their car and back to wherever it was that would get Svetlana back home. Much to her amazement, the way home turned out to be a train terminal within a city. An actual honest to god, down to Earth city.
“...This digital world of your’s is very interesting….” As if the existence of a very human city, with its tall buildings and modern materials was not odd enough, there was even a train station. One full of…trains? Trains with eyes? Trains without drivers? Svetlana turned to the Wizardmon she had followed this far, tilting her head at an angle, expressing confusion at how….odd a sight this was.
“Are…these trains Digimon?”
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jan 20, 2024 21:51:20 GMT
"Yes, I know it may seem strange for sentient beings like digimon to go feral, but it does happen with a small percentage of the digimon population. Kind of like how such a phenomenon happens almost never with humans. I guess this trait is one of many digimon seem to share with humans." Mandrake said as he began leading the group back towards that small village, he and Lothar learned of KausGammamon from. From their Mandrake figured they could rendezvous with Lothar mid-way. Besides Svetlana agreed that a car would indeed be a useful thing.
"Lothar and I have found the Human World an interesting place too. Even our three older kids periodically go there sometimes with two of them attending school alongside humans." Mandrake said. As they got closer to the small Trailmon station just outside the village he was leading them to the sound of a car was heard shortly before Lothar pulled up in a rather old-fashioned looking car before coming to a stop and climbing out of the driver's seat and into the passenger's seat.
As Mandrake climbed into the driver's seat and Circe quietly climbed into one of the back seats Mandrake said "Yes those trains despite being a curious sight are indeed digimon, Svetlana. Climb on in and we'll ride the rest of the way to the station. Then we can figure out which Trailmon we need from there."
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Post by svetlanakuznetsov on Jan 20, 2024 23:20:26 GMT
“I se-wait. Your children attend human schools?....How quaint…..” Svetlana was confused as to how that was possible and indeed a little curious but honestly? She was not going to ask. Due to fearing it may seem rude or overly nosey, and not wishing to infringe on the patience of her ride back to the human world, the musician simply decided to keep her lips zipped shut.
“Do I not need a ticket?” Despite her question, Svetlana found herself directed onto the Trailmon and took her seat, finding it all very odd she was sitting inside a Digimon. Was this technically it's stomach? Was it safe? Why did a Digimon adopt the form of a train? Why were they running public transport services? Still, it was her way home…
She sat still, resting her cello case across her lap, and waited. The Trailmon chugged to life and began to pull out of the station, chuffing down the tracks, slowly rattling along towards Terminus City and into the Trailmon Terminal. The journey took a good hour but finally they arrived. The Trailmon pulled into the Terminal which, if the announcement was to be believed, was the final stop.
Svetlana rose from her seat, having sat perfectly still as the very picture of refinement, through the entire journey and stepped off the train with Cello case on her back. She looked at the large digital board overhead but could not read the text upon it. It was written in Digital Code, a language she neither recognised nor could read.
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jan 20, 2024 23:42:08 GMT
"Quaint it is indeed. Lothar and I saw it as a way for them to learn more about humans and their world. That and to possibly also make both digimon and human friends." Mandrake said taking in how Svetlana sounded confused but seemed hesitant to ask more questions. "Svetlana, you seem hesitant to ask more questions. Are you alright?"
"Don't worry. When we get there, we can buy the tickets we need." Lothar said as the car moved on. Shortly they arrived at the station where a handful of different types of Trailmon were parked.
As the group got out of Mandrake's car Circe took hold of one of Mandrake's hands as the cunning magician led the group to where they could purchase tickets. By following the directions they were given, they made it to the Trailmon they needed to board. As for the car it had gone into the Infiniti-Store he had in his pocket, so his car didn't risk getting lost.
Mandrake, Lothar, and Circe boarded the Trailmon with Svetlana and Mandrake sat down with Lothar on one side of him and Circe on the other. That and the adorable spider child was snuggled into the magician. "Makes me wonder how powerful the magic Circe has sometimes seeing as the most magic she has demonstrated has been weaving spider webs." Mandrake said as he gently ran his hand through the child's hair that was the same shade of blonde as his own.
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Post by svetlanakuznetsov on Jan 21, 2024 0:18:22 GMT
“Do all Digimon have magic?” Magic was something that did not exist in the human world. It was a world ruled by laws and science, by mundanity and normality, by the ordinary and the explainable. Wizards, dragons, sentient trains, magic. Such things did not exist. They could not exist, not without a great deal of technology getting involved in order to fake it anyway. What was that quote? Any significantly advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic?
“Questions? Yes..yes I do. Can you tell me what that board says?” She pointed up at the digital board hanging from the roof of Terminus City’s train station, unable to read the Digital language covering it. She could tell what its purpose was, given the presence of numbers were possibly there to assist in telling the time, but what the words on the board where she was entirely lost on.
“What is this city, anyway? The announcement said it was called Terminus City? Are there other cities in the Digital World?” She spoke in a passive tone, neutral and seemingly disinterested, a simple question and a simple explanation that revealed nothing about her emotional state.
Svetlana sat down upon a nearby bench, taking the weight off her back as she rested the cello case down on the ground next to her. She looked around the Trailmon Terminal, taking note of how similar it all seemed. Digimon running to and fro, numerous stores, places to buy food, ticket offices. It, like many other things, seemed very….human.
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Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jan 21, 2024 0:41:14 GMT
When Svetlana asked if all digimon have magic Lothar chuckled before he said "No unfortunately most digimon do not possess magical capabilities. The only reason three of our children even possess any magic is due to inheriting it from Mandrake's data. Only child of ours that doesn't possess magic is a young, orphaned dragon we adopted shortly after our eldest left on his own."
"Guess a trait digimon and humans do share is the ability to pass the equivalent of genetic traits from one generation to the next." Mandrake said and when Svetlana asked what the board said Mandrake looked at it for a moment before he said "It seems this is the Trailmon schedule. According to the schedule many of these Trailmon are leaving in a few minutes and five of them are heading to the Human World. Perhaps the next place you go will have it in a language you understand. I myself am just fortunate to understand at least five human languages which oddly enough includes Russian thanks to meeting you."
"There are a lot of cities in the Digital World with some being large and others being tiny villages like where I grew up." Mandrake explained. "There sure seem to be many ways digimon and humans are alike huh?"
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Post by svetlanakuznetsov on Jan 21, 2024 1:46:08 GMT
“Oh…I see…..Hmmm…..Digimon really are strange creatures….” Svetlana’s observation, a mere expression of her own thoughts on the matter, was delivered in a tone that was as apathetic as it was neutral. Neither interest nor disinterest coloured her voice, a plain and simple tone as unexpressive as her music was expressive. She did nod her head in agreement of Mandrake’s statement regarding Digimon inheriting abilities through their parent's genetics.
“Ah! Thank you thank you!” If Mandrake was telling the truth, which Svetlana had no reason to doubt he wasn’t, then pretty much any of these Trailmon would get her back home. What helped confirm it was how she even saw a few rarely sighted humans climbing aboard a nearby Trailmon, an act that pretty much confirmed at least that one would get her back home.
“Indeed…the similarities are rather frequent…but I must say my goodbyes. Thank you for your assistance everyone.” Just like that, Svetlana was gone. She scrambled onto the train and was hopefully on her way back home. Luckily, this train did in fact get her back to the human world and within a couple hours she was back within the confines of her dorm room.
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Spire
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An In-Spire-ation to Us All
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Post by Spire on Feb 7, 2024 8:06:35 GMT
Nice entry overall.
Mandrake gets 5000 bits Svetlana gets 15 posts
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