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Dim Recollection (Complete)
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Nov 30, 2014 1:34:26 GMT
The trio wove through the trees in silence. The path was only visible as a dip in the vegetation that covered the forest floor. The Pumpkinmon seemed confident in its sense of direction, which was all Walker could really hope to ask for. The Botamon in the pet carrier under his arm had long ago been lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking motion of his pace.
It had been roughly two days since the strange creature had discovered Walker lying on his back, surrounded in objects he had likely stolen in a drunken haze the night prior. The jumble of items had been secured in a sling that the Pumpkinmon had deftly crafted from the hanging vines and stringy moss that seemed to have been liberally scattered throughout the branches.
A clattering sound broke the silence as Walker's foot connected with something. He reached down through the plants obscuring the narrow path. His hand brushed against something. Hard plastic.
Walker held the item to his face. It was an oddly-shaped device, with an array of buttons and a small screen.
His guide had stopped to stare at the mysterious object in wonder.
"Is that--"
"It's a Dymo label maker." Walker said, looking the device over. Something about it seemed familiar. "I think this means that I've been through here before."
The Pumpkinmon nodded. "We're not far from the Vend-O Monolith. If you've seen it before, maybe there are more clues."
Walker nodded, and the pair continued.
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 7:08:45 GMT
A small groan escaped Hitomi Ryuuana as she felt underneath her...grass? Wasn't she just in a concrete area before? Oh, the girls dragged her off again, right. But she had a good hiding place! Slowly, the female sat up. Rubbing her head, having somehow developed a headache. She blinked in surprise, where the heck was she?! She stood up quickly at the strange forest and trees surrounding her, little unrecognizable creature hopped around in her vision, staring at her and running, flying or swimming off. She stared down at her new attire, even she had changed.
"I look like a genderbent Indiana Jones." She said to herself. Then she took hold of the two devices she had with her now. One was a phone the other was a handheld console.
"These things..." She began, before remembering they were sent to her through an Email.
"This day just keeps getting stranger and stranger..." She clipped the phone to her pants and stored the other device in her new bag. Before looking around, she didn't see anything familiar.
"How did I even get here?"
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 7, 2014 7:26:19 GMT
The travelers stared at the vending machine. It was sitting in a patch of sunlight that was filtering down through the trees. Cries of strange birds rang out overhead.
The Pumpkinmon looked up at Walker expectantly. "So? Tell me about this monument, human."
Walker wasn't paying attention. He was fishing through his pockets for something.
"Do you have any change?"
"Change? What is change?"
"Money, for the--whatever. Let's crack it open."
The creature looked horrified. "Desecrate the monument?!"
"Yeah, I'm parched, and I don't want to waste my scotch. Hey, that hatchet buried in your head, does it...Is it like...attached, or does it come out?"
The Pumpkinmon pensively lifted a mittenlike hand to the hatchet.
"...Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"
Walker sighed, looking around. "I must've tripped over like eight rocks in the last fifteen minutes alone, so there's got to be something..."
The Pumpkinmon had started to root through the sling of items. It held up an unfamiliar object from the purse.
"How about this?"
Walker looked over. He had rolled up his sleeves to dig around in the plants.
"Nope, that's lipstick. It's alright, I've got something" he said, straining as he produced a large gray rock from the shrubbery. Bits of moss and damp earth clung to it.
A loud crash rang out as the stone collided with the glass. The birds in the trees nearby scattered as the sound echoed through the forest. Patches of nearby shrubbery shook as unseen creatures fled from the noise. Walker gingerly reached through the broken glass and began pulling out canned drinks, then handed them to the lipstick-covered Pumpkinmon.
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 7:32:39 GMT
"HWAH!" Hitomi squealed in terror at the sound of the crash coming from somewhere nearby. She scrambled backwards from it only to trip and fall into a pit in the dirt...with a load of massive worm-like creatures, otherwise known as Dokunemon. Needless to say, she left out an even bigger scream and started smacking anyone o them that came near her. Their leader, Dokugumon, licked it's large lips.
"Never seen a human fall into my trap before." It said, swaggering up to her. Hitomi shrieked like she never had in her life.
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 7, 2014 7:49:05 GMT
Walker paused.
"Alright, you heard that, too, right?"
The Pumpkinmon nodded. This didn't seem to ease Walker's mind.
"Of course you did. You're obviously part of this surrealist David Lynchian vision quest. D'you want to go check that out or what?"
"Why would we do that?" the Pumpkinmon asked, looking alarmed.
"Because, I don't know, this seems plot-centric. Like, I bet I'm going to get to relive some past psychological trauma from my early childhood, and having a tiny pumpkin-headed guy who got lessons in cosmetology from Tammy Faye Bakker might make it entertaining." Walker said, shrugging. He started to run towards the sounds of the screams by wading into the waist-deep bushes and plants, holding the pet carrier containing his excited Botamon above his head.
The Pumpkinmon hastily shoved as many of the cans as he could fit into the sling and started off after the man.
Walker was paying too much attention to weaving through the bushes to notice his guide struggling to keep up.
As such, he was still talking out loud.
"I don't even understand what you're supposed to represent, gourd-man. Like, I get my birthday is...kind of around Halloween, so there's always that association, but the doll's body and the hatchet are kind of...I guess on the nose? Like, is it supposed to represent my, whatever, yearning for childhood? Is my subconscious essentially a terrible self-help paperback? I mean, I'm not usually one for--whoa, Jesus, what."
Walker had stopped at the edge of the pit. He was staring down into it, his jaw slack in disbelief. In the pet carrier, Rex had spotted the mass of Digimon writhing below. The Botamon let out an angry hiss as he pressed up against the side of the clear plastic container.
Walker silently took a swig from his flask.
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 8:01:01 GMT
"Ooooh. Lookie here." The gigantic spider continued, catching site of the Digivice on her pants.
"We have an unclaimed Tamer here too. My lucky day." He laughed, picking the girl up. She began flailing in the air.
"Put me down I will swat you!" She cried. The digimon only cackled at her. Playing around by almost cutting her on his sharp claws.
"Maybe I have a Tamer...I'd like to become an Arukenimon." He pondered.
"L-Let me go!" The female yelled at him.
"Fat chance!" He threw her into a small gathering of his minions.
"Find some place to keep her until I make up my mind about what to do with her!"
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 7, 2014 8:25:56 GMT
The Pumpkinmon appeared out of breath.
"There's a human down there!" it said, dropping the sling and pointing with a mittenlike hand in alarm.
Walker took a moment to respond. He screwed the cap back on the flask.
"You're gonna have to repeat that, little man."
The Pumpkinmon impatiently repeated the gesture. "Down there, in the pit. Look. Next to the--"
"Yeah, next to the giant-ass spider, got it. So, what is this? We've wandered into the part of my brain where I keep the memories of, I don't know, girls who wouldn't talk to me in junior high?"
"You need to help her. You're supposed to be a brave warrior, right?"
Walker raised his eyebrows. "Are we gonna tackle the ego thing too? Delusions of grandeur and women who ignored me? Won't I have like an aneurysm or something?"
The Botamon was foaming at the mouth.
"Rex, chill. Hey, Commissioner Gourd-on." He paused, momentarily, grinning at his own cleverness. He chose to ignore the two days prior where he had failed to come up with the obvious pun.
"Gimme those little spray-deodorant cans from the rubber boot."
The Pumpkinmon rustled about in the sling and produced a few cylindrical aerosol cans.
Walker held out a small silver lighter. "Let me show you how I got myself banned from P.E. class."
After stuffing several cans into his jacket pockets and cursing the weak stitching holding them together, Walker began his stumbling descent into the pit. After a few feet down, a young root he was using as a foothold came loose, causing him to fall hard on his back.
"NNnggggddaamnit"
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 8:33:05 GMT
"Huh?" The Dokuwamon whipped around to see a male human climbing down into their pit.They hissed savagely at him while their boss turned around.
"Another human?! This one must be an idiot." He snickered.
"Partnered huh?" He said, observing the Botamon in the carrier.
"Ah who cares? You'll make a good meal!"
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 7, 2014 8:44:10 GMT
Walker glanced over. The pet carrier was lying sideways in the dirt next to him. The lid had fallen off from the impact, and the Botamon was sitting on top of it. Rex's black fur was standing visibly upright in tension.
The man sprung to his feet and flicked the cap off one of the small aerosol cans.
"An idiot, huh? Am I literally fighting my own insecurities or something, or--whatever."
He flicked the lighter open and held it in front of the can. The glow of the small flame illuminated his face.
The stream of vapor from the can immediately caught fire, lightly singing Walker's hand and visibly blackening the lighter. "Augh, son of a--"
The Botamon's eyes lit up as it observed the flame. Mother Biped was clearly a powerful creature to be respected and feared.
Walker approached the cluster of Dokunemon surrounding the girl.
"Hey, lady? I've got like...a finite volume of shitty deodorant. Is there any way you could move out or away from these little assholes? I'd really rather not give you horrifying skin burns."
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 8:57:35 GMT
The Bug digimon screeched and backed away from the flame, several scrambling over Hitomi to get out the way. Hitomi went rigid as several of them crawled over her before jumping up to move away from the digimon. The Dokugumon growled at them.
"Hey! That's my catch damnit give her back!" But even he was unwilling to go near the flames.
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 7, 2014 9:38:59 GMT
The Pumpkinmon gazed down from the edge of the pit. Something was on its mind. The first human seemed a bit unusual, but he was accompanied by a partner. It scanned the pit, which just confirmed its suspicions. The female human was wandering around alone.
"Hey, lady, we don't have all day, yeah?" Walker said, letting another stream of fire arc through the air. He shook the can and tossed it aside, then popped the lid off another.
"Try to make your way out of the pit. I'll be right behind with Rex, here."
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 7, 2014 10:04:39 GMT
Through her terror, Hitomi nodded and ran to the edge of the Pit, beginning her ascent upwards by gripping the little outcroppings and ledges. Good thing she was wearing combat boots for this occasion. Then she had a net try and catch her, missing her by inches. She yelped and climbed up faster.
"NO! STOP THE GIRL AND KILL THE BOY!" The Dokugumon screeched, the minions around him began firing webs and trying to attack Walker, while trying to skip around the flames he was making.
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 8, 2014 4:51:26 GMT
"I'm not sure I want to try interpreting the symbolism here anymore." Walker said, attempting to scrape the webbing off his shoe. He gave the ground between himself and the worms a good soaking with the can of deodorant, then set it ablaze. He scooped up the Botamon, which quickly burrowed into his shirt collar, then lunged at the wall and began to climb. Walker grimaced at the dull thock as his shoes dug into the damp soil for traction. There was very little chance that all the shoe polish in the world was going to do any good. He began quickly scaling the walls of the pit. His cobbler was going to be furious.
"Lady, climb. Climbclimbclimb goddammnit climb."
The Pumpkinmon reached down and extended a hand to the girl. "Come now, quickly, there's something very important you need to do, human!"
"It's reaaally vague when you don't specify which human, gourd-man." Walker said, grasping at some strands of grass hanging over the mouth of the hole. The dirt gave way, and the clump of grass tumbled down into the pit. It took several more tries before Walker was able to get a decent grasp on a fistful of vegetation. The Botamon, spotting his chance, scurried along Walker's arm to safety.
In a few moments, he was pulling himself up onto the grass, clearly out of breath. The Botamon let out a small squeaky chirp of approval.
"Hey, hallucination lady, you should hurry up before that fire goes out, or I'm leaving you to the worms."
The Pumpkinmon glared at Walker as he took a swig from his flask, and attempted to stretch its arm out further.
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Post by talonsofflame on Dec 8, 2014 7:31:07 GMT
"What does it look like I'm doing?!" Hitomi yelled up at Walker, grabbing Pumpkinmons hand and pulling herself up out of the pit and kicking a smaller Dokunemon away from her leg.
"And don't call me hallucination lady!"
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Post by Johnny the Boy on Dec 8, 2014 19:18:53 GMT
"Why not? You're clearly the product of what I'm only beginning to understand is..."
He turned his head sideways and glanced down into the hole at the mass of angry Dokunemon.
"...a really tormented imagination. So, what's the plan? You're gonna rattle off my moral failings in list form as you slowly transform into my disappointed grandmother?"
The Pumpkinmon raised a hand. "Um, human. It's far too dangerous to be wandering around without a partner. I was taking this one to see the elders in my village, but you need to get to the next village over as quickly as possible. Just head west through that clearing, and don't be afraid of the Cherrymon who stands guard. He'll understand when he sees you without a partner. I would send this one along with you, but I think he may have hit his head again on the way down into that pit, and--"
"HAHahahaha" Walker mumbled, staring at his distorted reflection on the flask.
"I think it might be better if I had the elders take a look at him."
Walker took another drink from the flask.
"Wha--You really need to stop drinking until someone's looked at your head. Human woman, please, hurry. And try to keep out of sight. It may look peaceful, but as you can see, these woods are full of Digimon looking for a meal."
Walker laughed. "Full of what? Thaaat's a made-up word." he said, without sitting up.
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