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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 16:20:44 GMT
Three days
He had brought enough food to keep him rolling for about a week before needing to re-supply in either one of the many towns in the digital world or back at his place. However without the contacts that Bone-saw held it'd be a little more painful to proccur what he needed. Nothing he could do about that though; they had decided that one or the other should go into the digital world at a time after enough conversation. If he kept on bringing bone-saw with him when he went in there wouldn't be anyone looking after the store.
Crack
Kan was brought of of his thought train when his boot connected with what appeared to be a brittle vase. It was ancient just like the area and now that he had actually arrived he could see what the merchant at the edge was talking about. This place looked as though it had been hit by an ancient attack but left standing through the passing of time. There were a few buildings you could tell that were made to last. Something that reminded him of a courthouse stood furthest away from him, somewhere to the far left looked like someone had tried to make repairs recently as well [Housing maybe?]. The merchant had said that there were digimon out here trying to make a living just like everyone else. Kan frowned and started walking towards where the building with minor repairs were. He felt the tugging of the beast calling to him as he passed every door frame; every window was a potential hole of pain.
Maybe i might find someone that knows what happened here or if they had anything useful...
Kan took a moment to dig into his pack, he had plenty of water still [two canteens worth that had been refiled and a third that was basically water sack but was able to keep the water cooler.]. He popped the cap off and took a small sip, the water tasted as though it had baked for most of the day. In which it likely had considering the heat. His outfit helped him keep cooler yes [with the lighter shade of brown keeping him hidden..] but it didn't help his food or water stay that way. He put the cap back after taking two or three more sips not wanting to waste precious time or energy staying in one place for too long. He sighed gently and felt his pack shift a little when his canteen was back in place.
Wonder if there's anyone else about?
His words felt hollow as he kept trudging through the sands that had claimed this no doubtably once prosperous town...
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Post by Sovee on Oct 8, 2014 17:17:17 GMT
Whisker disliked sand. His enthusiastic bravado was being seriously hindered by having to stop and shake every couple of minutes to clear the sand out of his fur and ears. That said, he was kicking up sand pretty much everywhere, pelting Takara, who by now was a little more resigned to being quiet about the whole thing. Between being deserted by a train, and being dragged through a desert, sun beaming down on her, the only upside was going to be the amazing tan she’d probably develop. Or the sunburn. Probably the sunburn. It was difficult for the two to properly navigate the desert too, Takara simply didn’t know where she was at all, and Whisker didn’t seem to care which direction he was going in. At least there wasn’t evidence of them going in circles, which was about the only upside that she could gain from the whole process so far. There was a glimmer in the distance, and Takara honed her eyes down on it.
”Hey, there’s something down there.” She spoke, altering their path slightly, so to go towards the place of interest.
”Ah, of course m’Lady, that would be the ruins. Legends speak of priceless treasures within them, along with deadly traps.” Whisker announced, bouncing himself back to the front of the two person party.
”A perfect place to earn ourselves a fortune. ONWARDS!” Tumbling down the bank of the dune, the small digimon darted forwards, Takara having to break from her walk to keep up. It was actually a surprising short distance for them both to make it to the ruins, at which point she realised just how old everything around her seemed. It was like those pictures from history books, like the really really old stuff. And it all seemed to be abandoned. Perfect place to find some shade.
”In here, we’re getting out of the sun for a while.” Whisker listened, which was something he seemed to do a lot. Takara had managed to exert some level of dominance over their relationship, and the small digimon listened to her properly. Wandering into the small ruin, she sat against one of the walls, while Whisker twiddled his sword around, clearly not as happy to be resting as Takara.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 20:00:58 GMT
It didn't take kan long to get where he needed to go, past the few walls that took pleasure on falling near where he had just been walking his bit of traveling was practically uneventful. There were a couple times where he stopped to take a drink and check the position of where the sun was. The blasted thing was still blistering overhead but at least it was starting to dip towards the land.
cruck...
kan paused again and glanced down at the sudden but rather dull sound. It seemed to be a very weathered skull that he hadn't noticed. If he wasn't careful he could possibly run into a trap or perhaps even step on something [or someone] that would take offense to the weight of his boot. The shopkeeper brushed off the bottom of his footwear before trudging on, the "repairs" of the building making it stick out like a sore thumb. Instead of knocking or calling out the human simply stuck his head through what appeared to be an attempt at a doorframe.
A human? And.. Some kind of digimon I haven't seen before.
One looked rather irate from travel while... The other looked practically full of energy. Reminded him of a kid he had met a few years back; Riley if his memory served right. But past the beaming energy he could feel off of this one the simularities ended. Considering that Riley didn't have blue hair, fur and what appeared to be armour along with a blade. It would probrably be in kan's best interest to introduce himself, inquire if they've seen anyone and maybe end the interactions there; depending on how they end up acting he might just see if they'd be interested in looking around. The shopkeeper came fully into view after another brief moment; his words sounded sullen and his english accent invaded his jappanese rather badly.
Afternoon, Don't suppose that you've seen anyone else about?
Kan left the question ring in the air for a moment before gently unscrewing the top of his canteen and taking a breif sip. It'd be considered rude if he didn't offer right? He probrably should do that to; as though on Que he offered the canteen as well as an introduction.
But where are my manners? I'm kan, a shopkeeper from the Social hill district, care for some water Miss...?
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Post by Sovee on Oct 8, 2014 22:17:40 GMT
Takara had only been sitting down for about a minute when she was interrupted. Typical, it was just her luck to manage to encounter what where probably the only sets of living beings in the bloody desert. Except, this one was a human, which wasn’t really what she’d expected. And he seemed to be alone as far as she could tell, which to her seemed like the sort of thing which was unusual for this world. Maybe he was new like she’d been, and just didn’t have a digimon yet. He was also a bit older than every other human she’d seen in this world, but given that was about two people it wasn’t a big enough sample size for her to actually know whether that meant anything. Whisker turned to face the newcomer too, sheathing his sword again, and taking lead.
”Greeting travelled, what brings you to these ruins?” He spoke, disregarding all questions which where asked of him. Takara, on the other hand was going to address the questions.
”Oh, hey, I haven’t seen anyone else in like, pretty much the whole time I’ve been here, I was kinda thinking that like the whole desert was literally deserted or stuff.” She paused a little after this, reflecting on the fact that despite the fact that she’d been walking in the direct sunlight for a considerable amount of time, she wasn’t actually that thirsty. That didn’t seem to be actually possible.
”I guess water would be good. My name’s Takara, this is Whisker.” She stood up again, and gestured to the Spadamon as she introduced him. The Spadamon beamed with pride for a second, before thoughts kicked in.
”General Whisker m’Lady.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 23:44:59 GMT
Greetings travelled, What brings you to these ruins?
I heard from some of my contacts that there is a lesson to be learned here, as well as maybe being able to find something useful here.
The shopkeeper shrugged as he answered, there was no reason for him to lie. It was general enough information that it wouldn't directly harm him if he gave it away. He felt a small frown tug his lips, so they hadn't seen anyone either? That wasn't a bit surprising but he was hoping that perhaps there was maybe more than just the few random digimon here and there. He felt his dissapointment rise a little but he couldn't feel down comepletely, from what he could gather just from looking at the pair they must of been newer. He didn't see any travel gear like he had seen on a few others. In fact it was those few humans he had the pleasure of meeting that changed him to prep whenever he entered the digital world now.
Oh, hey, I haven’t seen anyone else in like, pretty much the whole time I’ve been here, I was kinda thinking that like the whole desert was literally deserted or stuff
You'd be right to think that Takara. Past the few that make treks into it this place is all but a dead land. I wouldn't be surprised to see this place sink into the sands in the next few years.
The human shrugged his shoulders and noted that while she did have a pack, it looked slim to nothing. The spirit user let out a bit of a sigh; handing off the canteen to the other. Wether or not they would drink from it was up to them. He felt the frown dissapate a little when the human gave not only her name but the name of her partner as well. However before he could speak the digimon corrected their "tamer". That's what he'd label her as right? A tamer? She didn't smell of a spirit, the restless beast inside of him would of wanted to challenge her if that was the case.
I guess water would be good. My Name's Takara, this is Whisker.
General Whisker m'lady.
Pleasure to meet the both of you. Most of the time when I meet someone from the human world here their guard is so high they don't even bother with introductions first thing.
The shopkeeper stuck his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out his digivice. The cracked screen's light blaring painfully to him, but to other's it would show a faint shimmering. His red eyes looked curiously at the pair wondering once again their connection. If the digimon had keen enough sensesthey could probrably tell that he was a spirit, or get the general hint that he wasn't defenseless. This could give him problems on the interactions following.
Don't suppose that your device is anything simular to this Takara?
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Post by Sovee on Oct 9, 2014 17:12:39 GMT
Whisker viewed the responces with a fair amount of ‘well duh’. Of course there where treasures nearby, that was the whole point of abandoned ruins! Of and traps, lots and lots of tripwires, and boulders, and other assorted ways to kill yourself if you didn’t happen to be careful enough. But the treasures, they could make it all worth it. Unmatched fortunes if you where willing to dig well enough, evade enough traps, and be just a little bit lucky. It sounded like the sort of place he’d quite happily stay forever, and claim his fortune!
Takara took the water, drinking a little bit, purely out of the principle of having just been given the container. She listened a little bit, not herself really interested in the ruins and any kind of history or features of them too much. She didn’t even really have a plan at all at this point, Whisker seemed to know just where he’d want to go, and she was sort of forced to follow him. Kan had asked if she had a device like his, which was kind of like her digivice, so as a result she showed that.
”I’ve got this, it’s kinda similar, is that what you where meaning?” She asked. So far this encounter had gone much less dramatic than any of her others. Whisker was clearly gone into his own little world, his mind racing with possibilities, and she was ok with just talking for the minute. She’d wanted to rest, and seemed fairly safe for the minute.
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