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Under and Over It cont. [Daichi/Closed]
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Post by terminallyVicious on Jan 2, 2014 2:50:33 GMT
"Your sister's right, ewetard, this isn't a simulation," Vira simply raised a brow and took another heavy hit off of her smoke, finding it a bit odd and yet interesting for this fuzzball to speak for his much larger Tamer. There was no need to interject at this point; she knew how her brother handled people who pissed him off. "I'm not just another eweing program." You know, after finally having some time to give it some thought, the fact that all these machines were self-aware was a bit more than disturbing. "Well, I am, but that's not the point." It was like some sort of science fiction movie. Except totally not fiction. If she didn't get physically beat up by one of these things, the teenager might still be doubting their reality. But no. This was as real as this dingy old subway and this whole city. Terminus, was it called? "And I hate to break it to you, but Little Miss Muffet and your little sibling rivalry hasn't got ewe to do with why I'm here." Ha, reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaal clever. The girl's eye twitched as this statement was said, and after that, it was safe to say whatever was about to happen to this little guy would not be interrupted by her.
"Hey, listen," A fiery ember left her cigarette as her minor show of anger was replaced by a smirk of amusement. Oh boy, this is always a show. "I don't know who the fuck you are or whether you're real or not," The mammoth of a man stood to his feet, making the purplish grey beast seem like little less than a stuffed animal. This was further shown when Daichi jabbed his index finger in the small weasel's face, showing that his hand alone was larger than it's skull. She then realized that an intervention may be necessary, because if this truly was his partner, it wouldn't be of any use dead. The idea of holding back a one hundred and seventy something pound man was never in the spidery girl's best interests, however, so she would stand back and wait some more, hoping things would die down naturally. Several bystanders took their attention to the unfolding scene, something the older Kumo's dull eyes took note of.
"Or what?" With a powerful balled up fist, the younger Kumo handled this problem like how he handled most things: by punching them. A sigh came from Vira's mouth as the Digimon exclaimed in pain, tossing her now finished smoke on the ground, not bothering to stomp it out. Could Digital things be set on fire? She sure hoped so. Oh, and getting ash on white soles was never cool. Even if they were just a cheap pair of canvas Converse, it's not like she was gonna go out and about in her four hundred dollar Nike's. Shoes aside, there was a sort of pressing but not really matter at hand. Flipping her long hair aside, she took a seat nonchalantly next to her brother and placed a hand on his back.
"Listen, I know that little bastard pisses you off, alright." This was her consoling. Vira always thought she was pretty good at it. Being able to help people past their problems was easy, because in reality, what kind of notched up little girl had problems anyway? She was in reality pretty outright terrible at it, "But you can't just go punching every entity you see here." Recalling her own first experience with her partner, her brother was lucky this guy didn't have some sort of electrical field or flamethrower ability. "These peo---" The teen leaned forward to get a look at the weasel, before retuning to her original spot practically in Daichi's ear. "Things. They're different than us." Sitting back, she added onto that, "In terms a retard would understand, they got superpowers, and they can fuck us up." Her tone was as condescending as ever, but not outright rude like how she treated mostly everyone she didn't know.
This time, looking directly at the Gazimon, her distasteful remark was aimed towards the Digimon, "Plus it would be a shame if you accidentally gave your partner premature brain damage." It was nice to waste a little time. But still, the note from Giygas was fresh in her mind and crumpled in her pocket, and he didn't seem to be the most patient of digital monsters.
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defectiveImmediately
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Post by defectiveImmediately on Jan 2, 2014 20:55:28 GMT
"Listen, I know that little fuck pisses you off, alright." He felt the hand on his back and knew what was coming. This was every time she'd told him not to fight off the guy who had laughed at her or spilt her drink at a party; this was every time the salesman at the store had tried to overprice a computer component or even check out her ass. It was just every time he turned around the corner with some stupid piece of shit in a headlock and she was waiting around so they could have a cigarette before heading back home. It wasn't a matter of principle or a matter of honour; it was just a matter of adrenaline and testosterone, he wanted a fight. "But you can't just go punching every entity you see here."
He rotated his shoulder, and in a single fluid movement, shrugged away her hand, not taking his eye off the crouched weasel-thing - which had maintained its deep, snarling growl for a surprisingly long time. "Says fucking who?" He drew back some spittle into his mouth that had been waiting at the top of his throat, and expelled it at the ground - the little fox thing barely noticed, but, if not angry, would have registered it with clear sarcasm and distaste - and kept his teeth bared, his hackles raised, and his hungover, fragile, and utterly explosive aggression firmly in place. "I'm Daichi fucking Kumo, sis," Dai rose a hand and swept some sweat from his brow. "I do whatever the fuck I want and hit whoever the fuck pisses me off." A balled fist turned to an accusatory finger. "And this little shit has done just that."
For a moment, the weasel paused in its aggressive gyrations, looking with its incredulous, scar-dotted black-lined gaze up at the titan. "Give me a fucking break!" The pause turned from that into true exasperation; its paws fell limp and its claws hung at its side as it shuffled its legs back together - apparently ceasing any pretense of combat whatsoever - and shook its head, glaring unbelievably up at Daichi. "You're like a villain out of a fucking Rocky Balboa movie!" The weasel creature's claw fell first upon its own chest, then spun to settle upon his own. "We're supposed to be partners, shit-for-brains," The bulge on the boxer's head was growing. He locked eyes with his sister. It was for her precaution and her precaution alone he was delaying the inevitable second strike. "Y'know, help one another out, mutually beneficial, all of that shit?"
"These peo---" Vira paused, his sister skirting around his side to speak in that enchanting, quiet, yet oddly charismatic tone in his ear. Once angered he was not easily led; but sharing a bloodline and eighteen years with someone gave them a certain insight into your mannerisms and triggers that others didn't quite see at first glance. To most, Daichi was an angry thug, a plebeian colossus with fists like wrecking balls and a brain the size of a peanut. To Vira? She was his sibling; and he was a more complex machine than most could so much as conceptualise. "Things. They're different than us." No shit, Sherlock. The boxer still had his hands raised in his signature stance, eyes locked with the weasel-thing's, face screwed up and contorted with sweat and anger.
But it seemed even Vira had to try a little harder than that to break through the typical blanket of fury Daichi loved to drape around his shoulders. Anger was how he had made his bones in Shibuya; underground boxing paid well so long as you kept winning, and if he could keep harnessing his rage and frustration, he got two things. Money and reputation. The latter kept the former flowing free like a river. So he certainly wasn't letting the furry little shit letting him think he could be pushed around just yet. "Bite me, you scuzzy little fuck." The weasel momentarily, still scowling, folded down his two outer claws in an imaginative and somewhat humorous take on the human gesture of "flipping the bird". No-one laughed, however.
"In terms a retard would understand, they got superpowers, and they can fuck us up." For all the condescension and patronisation he thrashed wildly against at the hands of others - taking even simple mistakes as insults to his arguably diminished intelligence - Daichi never seemed to let it get to him from his sister. She was the one person who, no matter how much they had fought and thrashed as children, he could never bring himself to utterly despise and physically abhor as he did so many others. Rivalries were natural; they were both competitive and both now active in this... place, but the passionate hatred he bore in his soul for so many by his sheer nature had never, and would never apply to Vira. She could condescend to him as much as she wanted; he'd never see it. "Plus it would be a shame if you accidentally gave your partner premature brain damage."
Partner. That word kept coming around. Partner. He looked like a tenacious little fuck, even if he was irritating as all hell. Daichi was listening to the words his sister used; thinking about what he wanted. What he could get for this. Partners teamed up so things could be mutually beneficial for one another. The boxer knew exactly what he had to offer; the power to cut down anyone, human or otherwise - so he told himself - in their way. And what could this scrawny little weasel offer him? Did he have this power his sister was talking about? From what he could see, it just looked like a four-foot-nothing furball with a couple of sharp claws. And what was that? Big deal; if he could land a punch on this supposedly "powerful" being, what was to say he couldn't on the rest of them? But Vira had said they were partners; he trusted Vira. With a grumble, he lowered his hackles, shook his head, and pulled out another cigarette from the pack, lighting up again, having not gotten to actually smoke the first. "Alright, 'partner'," He spat the word with a certain reluctance. All things considered, he was used to being more of a... solo fighter. "What can you do, then?"
The "furball" shook his head in exasperation once more. "Look, kid, I'm not just some walking weapon," But as the creature looked up to the tamer he was condemned to have - just his luck - he realised that arguing for sentience would make no difference. Daichi Kumo would treat him like a weapon even if he was a human. So, it just meant he had to do the same. Tamers were catalysts for Digivolution. Maybe they could scratch each others' backs, even if they hadn't gotten off on the right foot. "I haven't pushed past Rookie yet." Walking up to the colossus, he scratched under his chin, and extended his hand - upwards, significantly. "Call me Barrigan. I'm a Gazimon." For now.
Gingerly and with a look of completely bewildered scrutiny, he looked first to Vira, then back down to Barrigan, before slowly extending his hand to take the creature's paw, who shook it with inflection and a goading stare. "That's great," Back to Vira. "I... think." He tilted his head and broke the shake; well, if nothing less, they had dispensed with the hostility, all thanks to her. Though Daichi didn't see it that way; he would have much rather kept pounding on this little thing to assert his dominance in their "partnership". Cooperation was for fools. "So we're partners and all, but..." He propped the aviators back up and sighed, slinking back down onto the seat, looking up at the pair of them, and tapping a short line of ash away from his cigarette, before shrugging. "...for what?" He hadn't really clocked anything - Daichi had never been renowned for his intelligence or his perceptive skill. Barrigan sighed, shook his head, and looked up to Vira. They were going to have to explain the full monty to her idiot brother.
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Post by terminallyVicious on Jan 6, 2014 21:52:54 GMT
The little 'intervention' seemed to work. Even though he was tense as all usual hell, her brother was now actually taking the time to talk to his partner with some reason. And on the other end, it seemed this Rookie level was taking things slightly more seriously. It was certainly a start no matter how rough it was. There was no diamond Vira didn't think she could mold, anyway, so a rough start was just as good as a smooth one. So, surely, the time to answer questions had come. The boring stuff. The explanations. "...for what?" Ah, and there was the question.
The hacker's icy eyes gazed at the floor, and then she casually leaned back on the bench, looking at the ceiling of the station, but more realistically, off into her own mind. Off into space. She often painted pictures while talking, it seemed to be the logical thing to do to formulate a plan, or draw out an explanation or description. And so her words began to flow out of her mouth, weaving together a complicated web that might fly right over her brother's head, "Funny enough, I just learned about all this myself not too long ago." But she knew some of the speech would captivate him, draw him in, bite him and inject the venom of knowledge. "But I'm already basically an expert. Well of course I am, riiiiiiiight? That wasn't really so much a question as it was common knowledge, so don't interrupt yet, here comes a classic Kumo explanation." Her teeth showed when she spoke, her canines unnaturally sharp, something quite noticeable in contrast to her almost tacky blue lipstick.
"The place you're in now. It's called the Digital World. Well, the exact place you are sitting in right now would be called Terminus City, which I'll get into later because you probably don't give a shit about it." A momentary pause as if in thought, "Anyway, this place is like an alternate universe. If where we grew up was "Universe A", this would be "Universe B". It's been around since...like the 80's, I believe, when we started making cell phones and all that." Ir probably wasn't really believe it to be the 80's, but that sounded like a good year. "Getting into how it all started is very interesting, but I know that's just something you don't give a damn about. Essentially, electronics created a whole alternate reality by simply existing. It's like I Robot with less robots and more monsters." She could ramble about the fascinating existence of how technology creating a world for hours, but she would spare Daichi at least some torture.
"Now this world, instead of being populated with "digital people", was populated with "digital monsters". That's this guy, and those guys." She thumbed towards Barrigan, and then towards a group of Motimon. "They're sorta like animals and sorta like people in the fact that they look like the former and act like the latter. I bet that shocked you right off the bat, some weasel thing talking to you. Anyway that's pretty much where the similarities end." The girl looked around for an example to use but couldn't find one in the immediate vicinity. "I mentioned superpowers earlier. Pretty much every one of these guys has them in some shape or form. Some are elemental, others are otherworldly. Miiiiiiiine has enhanced mental abilities, pretty sweet, right? Not a question again." Being interrupted during a story or description was perhaps the worst thing ever. "Honestly, yours probably suck pretty hard right now. Like, Rookie is one of the lowest levels. There's at least two or three more that I know about."
Vira paused, as if she was done. Unluckily for Daichi's ears and attention span, she was not, "The stage after Rookie is known as Champion. It's a bit stronger and a bit cooler looking. You'll probably get ripped or something, Barrigan." She liked that name for some reason, it just seemed to roll off the tongue. It was then decided that he would always be referred to by proper name whenever spoken to. "I believe after that comes Ultimate. I've never seen an Ultimate. I assume it's even more powerful than Champion, obviously. It would be pretty lame if you evolved into a less effective form. Hilarious, but lame." Counting on her fingers, there were at least two other forms she didn't yet know about. "There's stuff even stronger than that. You know, perhaps I'm not demonstrating just how powerful these things are. They make tanks look like toys, and assault rifles like squirt guns. So what do we use them for?" A wide grin came across her face in an almost diabolical fashion. "Most people I notice just screw around, gallivanting around the Digital World like it's all fuuuuuuuun and gaaaaaaaames and friendship and happiness!" She tended to get a bit over-dramatic with her wording when she got riled up about something.
"They squander what they are given." Calm once more, Vira was never one to stay noticeably angry or stressed for very long. She was always more passive-aggressive. "I'm sure you even see it, it's really pretty damn simple. We have these weapons of mass destruction, and a world that's not governed by the laws and restrictions of our own "real" world." She stood up, signaling it was time to move. The note from Giygas had been long since crumpled off; they would meet with him when she damn well wanted to. "We claim it all as ours, like it rightfully should be." She finally paused, before adding on a final sentence, "Okay, now you can interrupt me." If Daichi and Barrigan followed along, the small group would already be walking out of the station and onto the streets of Terminus.
Lively was to say the least about the city. It was practically bustling, exploding with activity, since it was the only major city in the Digital World. On top of that, it looked like something out of a futuristic video game, tall structures made from mysterious materials, hovering stations, and strange creatures trying to get to place from place. The train district was one of the lower class areas, and that was exactly the opposite place Vira had intended on leading her brother. It was time to do something she wanted for a change, since she got to this world her actions have been dictated by other people, other things and creatures. It was time to start taking control.
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defectiveImmediately
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Post by defectiveImmediately on Jan 8, 2014 23:04:33 GMT
"Funny enough, I just learned about all this myself not too long ago. But I'm already basically an expert. Well of course I am, riiiiiiiight? That wasn't really so much a question as it was common knowledge, so don't interrupt yet, here comes a classic Kumo explanation." Oh, Christ. Now he'd done it. Planting his eyes into his hands, he prepared himself to completely ignore his sister railed off - especially so in his hungover state - and groaned loudly before she begun with a sharp, and, she would hope, uninterrupted flow in a half-bitchy style she had almost... trademarked over the years. There would be no lack of interjections, however. Saying "don't interrupt me" to Barrigan was, as the pair would soon discover, asking him to interrupt you. The reverse psychology Gazimon, available in a Digital World, near you, now. "The place you're in now. It's called the Digital World. Well, the exact place you are sitting in right now would be called Terminus City, which I'll get into later because you probably don't give a fuck about it."
"At least you've figured something right." What had he done to deserve this ultimately horrifying torture?
"Blissfully ignorant and not wanting to learn any more, are we?" The Gazimon tilted its head to stare at the Tamer in a mocking manner and bared its fangs, still a little hostile. Daichi snapped up and responded with a snarl in kind, drawing back his lips over his teeth in a completely threatening gesture with honest, impending, necessitated - though probably not justifiably - fury hanging just inches beneath his reddening skin. "Too good for Terminus, are we?" The final sentence was spoke in a parody of the typical Monty Python accent. Man, he missed that show. Hadn't watched it in ages. But, again, one of the meatbags was talking.
"Anyway, this place is like an alternate universe. If where we grew up was "Universe A", this would be "Universe B". It's been around since...like the 80's, I believe, when we started making cell phones and all that."
"Is it me, or did the 80s fuck everything up?"
"Now this world, instead of being populated with "digital people", was populated with "digital monsters". That's this guy, and those guys."
"I mean, food, politics, society, music-- hey, don't compare me to those shits! In-Trainings! That's not cool!" Feigning genuine offence, he spat at the floor distastefully.
"They're sorta like animals and sorta like people in the fact that they look like the former and act like the latter. I bet that shocked you right off the bat, some weasel thing talking to you. Anyway that's pretty much where the similarities end."
"I figure whiskey breath here didn't really notice it first time round."
"I mentioned superpowers earlier. Pretty much every one of these guys has them in some shape or form. Some are elemental, others are otherworldly. Miiiiiiiine has enhanced mental abilities, pretty sweet, right? Not a question again."
"That's great, Professor X, I've got the ability to endlessly taunt and recognise your kid brother's berserk buttons, it seems."
"Honestly, yours probably suck pretty hard right now. Like, Rookie is one of the lowest levels. There's at least two or three more that I know about."
"Thanks." Utterly deadpan. "Bitch."
"The stage after Rookie is known as Champion. It's a bit stronger and a bit cooler looking. You'll probably get ripped or something, Barrigan."
"Really? And here was me, hoping I'd grow into a beautiful adolescent and well-endowed human female."
"I believe after that comes Ultimate. I've never seen an Ultimate. I assume it's even more powerful than Champion, obviously. It would be pretty lame if you evolved into a less effective form. Hilarious, but lame."
"Ah, yes. The notorious and inexplicable "Random Numemon" phenomenon of the early 2000s PlayStation era."
"There's stuff even stronger than that. You know, perhaps I'm not demonstrating just how powerful these things are. They make tanks look like toys, and assault rifles like squirt guns. So what do we use them for?"
"X-Men fanfics and finding out classroom rivals' diary secrets, in your case?"
"Most people I notice just screw around, gallivanting around the Digital World like it's all fuuuuuuuun and gaaaaaaaames and friendship and happiness!" THIS was when Daichi looked up out of his hands, halting the "kill me whilst I can still evade some of this torture" thought process. A tone dropped in her voice. The hearty explanation had finished. None of that stalwart and detached computer-like drone. There was something dark in the air. It picked up. Dropped a few degrees. Vira seemed to spit her words with a sort of determination, distaste and venom he had seldom seen for most humans; just the race in general for all their shortcomings and misgivings. "They squander what they are given." Even Barrigan had stopped interrupting her. He knew exactly what she was talking about; by God, this human was making sense. What she had said before was mainly flavour text and unnecessary links, but... huh. It wasn't often he paid attention to humans, much more actually registered the loud series of bleating noises emerging from their mouths - ironic then that fate chose him an aggressive, hungover Tamer with a low tolerance for snark as a digivolution catalyst - but young captain meathead's sister was making sense in droves. "I'm sure you even see it, it's really pretty damn simple. We have these weapons of mass destruction, and a world that's not governed by the laws and restrictions of our own "real" world." Vira got to her feet, and signaled the time for their movement.
"Where are we go-"
"Shut up, furball." The boxer spat, rising his shoulders and preparing to give the walking furby another slap if he deserved it. "My sister told you not to interrupt. Let her finish." Barrigan scowled his yellow scowl and Daichi shrugged on his backpack, putting away the cigarettes and lighter, moving in three grand strides with his colossal form to cover the distance his sister had in eight, slightly more petite steps. Behind the pair, Barrigan slunk along laconically, shrugging, rolling his eyes, and guessing he had no real other choice. "Bound for the extent of digital existence" and all that.
"We claim it all as ours, like it rightfully should be." Huh. Rightfully? Claim all the power, as it rightfully was theirs... hell, he didn't know what she was talking about, how, or why it was rightfully theirs - in truth, Daichi had sorta turned off, who would have guessed? - but if there were a few good fights involved and a prize at the end of the day that he could fuck around with - his parents had never let him have an air rifle - then, even if he didn't understand this place... why the hell not. Barrigan concluded he could at least go along for the ride and see what the chick was getting at. "Okay, now you can interrupt me." The boxer shot daggers at the little grey-purple weasel as the pair of them ground to a halt. The ambient noise of shuffling footsteps and the uproar and hubbub of any street city - mixed with a strange, artificial, yet subtle whine hanging behind it all as a backdrop in the air - approached; the smell of soot, smoke, and sweat intermingled. Tokyo was clean; Terminus clearly wasn't.
"I didn't get much of that, sis," He said, honestly, scratching his temple gently with his knuckles. "But if this... Digimon, Digiman, or whatever, and I can help you out with some cause and get some power along the way, I suppose I could use a little more bite behind the bark." He shrugged, and gingerly picked at a scabbing wound on the side of his face, just to the right of his lip, a large, congealed, open slash, to join the patchwork network of crosshatched and lightened tissue, like some form of viciously amateur art piece shading. "Getting bored of boxing, anyway." He turned to scan the Gazimon up and down. "Might be nice to have some change in the target for a while." He flashed a grin. Maybe this whole thing wasn't sinking in quite as much as it should have, but, hey, he had a sister to trust and a hangover sent direct from mother nature.
When the world's thrown as many punches at you as it had Daichi, you learn to roll with the ones that come your way and to miss. He was burning out, he was just a boiling puddle of wrath contained within a human shell, and had been slowly working away all sensation by beating it solid against walls comprised of defeated opponents and their bruised, broken, and bloody flesh. So what if there was another world? Who gave a flying fuck? The self-destructive cycle was too far gone; it was just like another level on one of Vira's stupid video games. More people to kick the ever-living shit out of. People were apprehensive of the new and the unbelievable, ninety percent of the time, for the dangers it posed. Perhaps the part of Daichi Kumo's body that understood that concept had died a long time ago with a good clump of his neurones. Perhaps it had whittled away over time as he spent his life drinking, smoking, screwing, and fighting. Either way, he didn't fear what could happen to him; in some respect, he told himself in his fucked up little head that death wasn't such a big deal. If he kicked the bucket, so what? He was going to prove someone wrong going out, which he certainly wasn't doing without a fight; he'd rather live fast and die young than slow and old, respectively. Maybe he just told himself he didn't fear death; maybe part of him just thought it was the next greatest thrill.
"Man, my head kills." Both fight and alcohol, he'd wager, turning to Vira. "Got any aspirin?" Daichi tilted his head, considering his potential solutions for a moment. Adrenaline would help, but he felt far to lazy to throw another punch today unless it became absolutely necessary. Well, there was one more thing... "Or some bourbon?"
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