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Queen to...uh. Chess Pun! [Closed.]
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 5:14:12 GMT
Shichiro grinned at Takahiro's defeat. standing to bow to his new friend. "You played very well. I'd like to play with you more. You could come to fencing practice sometime, if you wanted. Sensei loves to meet new people. I'm sure he'd let you sit in. " Now the kicker though, he wanted Shichiro to choose the menu? "Well, um." That caught him a little off-guard. "Whatever your family is going to have for dinner, I guess?"
And that reminds him, time for an evasion. "That reminds me. I have to call home." Grabbing his nearby backpack, Shichi unzipped the main pocket a little and reached in, fumbling for his phone. His hand stopped and he frowned. That didn't feel like... he withdrew his hand, holding on odd-shaped roundish device made of some kind of white plastic, with black and gold accents. It wasn't his phone, but at the same time.. hanging from it was the old black king piece he'd made into a keychain. Hanging right from the bottom where it had been on his phone.
"What's this?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 5:20:01 GMT
“It's just me, um. It's just us and Scout. I guess noodles and something. Sushi and noodles, um. That's a meal,” He coughs. Totes. “I...um. I might come watch sometimes. I'm not very good at physical stuff,” Blink. Blush. “Oh, uh. I mean, um. Uh. ...N-nothing,”
He watches as...hollllly...a D3. He stares, “You didn't perchance find an egg today, did you? Soccer ball-sized?” He stares some more! He leans down and opens his desk drawer, setting his green and white D3 on the desk. His other Digivice vibrates in his pocket. He'll...get to that soon.
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 5:29:01 GMT
There's that deer-in-headlights look again. Is someone playing an elaborate joke on him? It was a valid question, so he asked it out loud. "Is someone playing an elaborate joke on me?" Then he leaned down, still holding the funny-looking phone in his hand, and unzipped the backpack. The egg he removed was an ivory-white, and ringed with gold and the occasional black accents. He cradled it carefully in his lap, frowning at the little device with his keychain on it. The screen had lit up; a little egg pulsed on the screen; a progress bar below it was maybe a little under half-full.
"What is this, Takahiro? How did you know?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 5:34:20 GMT
Takahiro curses, in English, very quietly, “Okay, not quite there. Uh. Okay,” He takes a deep breath, and then launches into an explanation, without pause to interupt, or anything. He covers the idea that there's another dimension parallel to Earth's, populated by sentient creatures that often became partnered with humans and...leaves it at that. Still, explaining for ten solid minutes without a pause? Impressive. Most impressive... “Petermon, realize,” He pulls out his Digivice.
In a flash of green, Petermon appears, hovering above the floor. “Your partner is inside that egg, waiting. That Digivice in your hand is proof of that,”
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 6:24:21 GMT
Shichiro just stared for ten minutes, passive, expression difficult to read. He paid close attention to everything Takahiro said, half-waiting for this to be a pitch for some crazy game. It sounded like one. It sounded like a bunch of nonsense. But here he sat with his not-phone in his hand and a giant egg on his lap. Then a dude dressed like an elf appeared out of Takahiro's phone- "digivice" -and claimed his partner was in the egg. Shichiro stared at Petermon wide-eyed, looked down to the egg- did it just shudder? Okay, yes, that time it definitely wiggled a little. And then it began to crack in places and glow. He had come down from the cliff to survey the battle and bolster the white troops. They had fought aggressively but been heavily resisted; there was an opening, a chance he might exploit. But he had so little left. Many of his forces were scattered broken like the checkerboard valley floor they rested on. At his side, a single brave pawn. A knight nearby would due to distract and fend off opposition; it couldn't do what he needed. This pawn, though. He'd always made good use of them in the opening rounds, and often found them promoted on the back rows. This would no different...
They had defeated the black king. He had surrendered his sword, and now the pawn advanced once more, back to the last row nearest the opposite cliffs. And as he crossed into the cliff's shadow, he changed somehow. He turned and saluted Shichiro with his spear and shield. "Wake up sire," he called. "Are you all right?" Shichiro started awake, flailing a little in a mild panic, not understanding where he was for a second. It came to him, sort of anyway, within a few seconds. He was on his back on Takahiro's soft, thick carpet. Petermon hovered at the corner of his vision, and closer he could see Taka's concerned expression. Standing next to him, impossibly, was the pawn. He was a little humanoid figure shaped like a chess pawn, covered in ivory-white armor with gold and black trim. On his back a buckler and spear were sheathed. And his visor, somehow, conveyed an expression of concern. "Are you all right," it asked again. "I hope you are not injured, sire." .gif/revision/latest?cb=20100630224916) "Oh. Oh, god. You're a. Then he was. I'm crazy aren't I. I hit my head." |
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 13:22:30 GMT
Takahiro peers down at Shichiro, having crouched down on the floor next to him, “I, um. Th-think you passed out there for a second...” He tries to hide his smirk, and fails. Miserably. “Um. A-are you alright?”
“You're not crazy,” the voice comes from Petermon's...general head area.
“No more so than, um. Not unless I am,” Takahiro counters, “Which...maybe. He, uh. This is your partner Digimon, uh...”
“PawnChessmon,”
“Thanks. Just take a deep, um. Take a deep breath and try to stay calm, alright? Um. Everything I told you is true. I...just. Stay calm,” Takahiro is the one trying to keep calm here. Gah. He's not qualified for this. Oh, wait. He literally is now. Thanks DATS! He looks at Petermon, who suddenly nods, and glides sideways, and phases through the wall. Oh, good. “I'm sure you have a thousand questions, so...why don't...we get started on those?”
Petermon returns a few moments later, hovering in the doorway as a human, a couple of years older than Takahiro but with many similar physical characteristics. Except a little taller. More 'slender' than skinny. Maybe a little more attractive, than 'cute'. Uh. Similar. Sure
He looks between them.
"This, um. This is my brother Scout. He...might be able to help with questions, too,"
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 19:00:15 GMT
"Um. Hi," Shichiro offered, easing himself to a sitting position that put his eyes on a closer level with this 'PawnChessmon's visor. "Do you have a digimon too? Uh, sorry. God. I'm Shichiro Inoue. It's, um. Nice to meet you, this is all just very..." He vaguely waved a hand around the room, encompassing the three of them, Petermon and PawnChessmon. The expression on his face said it all. His gaze settled on the PawnChessmon waiting calmly, expectantly next to him.
"So you're a digimon." He nodded. "And my 'partner?'" Nodded again. "PawnChessmon." Another nod. "You popped out of that egg." Nod. "But what did you do to my phone," he asked, plucking his D3 from where it had fallen.
"Your digivice is the physical link between us, sire. It will draw power from your emotions and give me strength to digivolve." The digimon's voice was smooth and cultured, and he spoke softly to his new partner. Shichiro turned to regard Takahiro and Scout, his eyes seeking confirmation. This was... a lot to take in.
"I don't understand," he admitted. "Why me?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 19:15:27 GMT
“...Sure,” Scout thinks it's easier than explaining Spirit Evolution and then refusing to show him. He performs...a cartwheel to cross the room, finishing with a five-second handstand. He then proceeds to drop himself onto the bed, his head hanging upside-down over the edge so he can watch and talk. Jeez. Takahiro wasn't kidding about this boy, was he? “It's nice to meet you too, Shichiro,” He offers a smile of...some kind. “You're...probably gonna need a new phone. Some people get Digivices from nothing, other people have the nearest digital device transform into them when they get their egg, from what I gather. It must've been near you when the egg showed up,”
Takahiro nods, “Y-yeah. Your partner. Uh. Th-think of him like...think of him like your new best friend. You're linked. He makes you stronger, and y-you make, uh. You make him stronger,” He eyes the boy. Panicking. Yup. He merely glances at Petermon, which is seemingly enough to send the Fairy Digimon gliding away. When he returns a few moments later, he holds out a landline phone to Shichiro.
“You might want to let your family know you're gonna be late, this is gonna take a while to explain!”
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 20:14:39 GMT
"..Oh, yeah." Shichiro took the phone slowly, like he'd never seen one before. He was still processing; there was a lot to wrap his mind around. He dialed his number slowly, waited a short time before someone answered. "Hi dad. No, I'm not still at school. I, uh. I lost my phone today. Yeah. Sorry. Oh, um. I'm actually at a friend's house. Yeah. He came to the chess club and invited me over. I know, doubled our members. Yeah. Takahiro, and his brother Scout. Yeah, they're really nice. Playing chess and hanging out, mostly. They invited me to dinner. Oh. Am I staying the night?" He looked up at Takahiro and Scout, perhaps the smallest twinge of panic in his voice. This was escalating quickly.
Both boys of course were nodding furiously. Swallowing past a suddenly dry mouth, Shichiro replied a little haltingly. "Um. Yeah, I guess I am. Yeah. Western Shibuya, that tall apartment building. That one. No, I have my bike. Okay. Yeah. I will. Thanks, Dad. I love you too." He hung up the phone, looking back to the brothers and the... the digimon in the room. "Petermon," he said, pointing at the floating, kind of sullen elf. "PawnChessmon... Do you have names?"
"Some of us will adopt nicknames, though for digimon it is not strictly necessary, m'lord. For us Chessmon 'tis a rarity, as we are legions of many under a single King. I admit 'twould be nice to have a moniker of mine own," the PawnChessmon offered. Shichiro quieted, his gaze turned upward as he thought. After a moment, he smiled widely. "How about one of my favorites from the Knights of the Round Table. Sir Gawain the Green Knight." The PawnChessmon cocked his head to one side, considering. "I am not green. But I like the sound of 'Gawain,' and so Gawain I shall be if 'tis pleases you, sire."
"How about just Shichiro, or Shichi?" he asked his new... 'partner,' chuckling.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 20:24:41 GMT
“Let's be honest, he's going to keep calling you 'sire',” Scout, have your plot senses been restored? No? Alright, shut up then. “Just try and take it slow, man, sounds like you're already overloaded. One step at a time!”
“H-he's right. I had time, thanks to, uh. Thanks to Scout, to get used to Digimon before I even met Petermon. You should take this slowly,” Takahiro instructs, “we, uh. We can talk more about this over dinner...”
He stands, and heads off to the kitchen area, apparently. How delightfully casual.
Scout snorts, “Hence you should probably stay here tonight. Especially until you figure out whether you want to hide your partner or just tell your family.” He offers that smile again! “Oh. Dammit, right, we need to figure out where you're staying, too,” He rolls to his feet in another impressive display of flexibility, “My room or Taka's. Uh. Whoever's it is can move to the other one or whatever,”
He is...not very good at planning and...clang, Yup. Takahiro's already started cooking. RUN EVERYONE! TO THE KITCHEN!
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 20:46:29 GMT
"Um. Yeah, okay. I guess I should just. Take it slow. I, ah, I don't want to put you guys out of your rooms or anything though. I really don't need much..." He stood to follow Scout to the kitchen, 'Gawain' trailing a little behind him and making a faint metallic clinking sound when he walked, like that of chainmail. Takahiro was already bustling around the large kitchen, so he took a seat at the bar. "I can help," he offered. "I help dad make dinner a lot." Gawain clinked over to stand next to him, observing the scene quietly.
"Do digimon eat?" Shichiro asked suddenly.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 20:56:08 GMT
Takahiro is the one that responds to the first bit. Jeez, sharp ears. “I-it's fine. The couch needs replacing, so we'll probably end up in Scout's room. May as well just all s-sleep in there,”
“I wasn't aware we were five, and having a slumber party,” Scout laughs, “thanks for inviting yourself in, by the way,”
“Y-You have the big, uh. The big. The biggest TV,” Again, true. It was the payoff for a cheaper computer. Their parents are awesome. Takahiro seems to be preparing their food with alarming speed. Jeez. Is he used to eating on the run, or something?
“Some Digimon eat. Petermon doesn't have a mouth...maybe. He doesn't eat. But I know some have voracious appetites,”
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 21:15:19 GMT
Shichiro glanced between the two brothers. The tips of his ears were burning; truth was he kind of wouldn't mind a slumber party. It would be like old times. He turned to Scout, bowing to him a little. "If you wouldn't mind, Scout-kun. I'm sure it could be fun, and you guys know so much more about..." he waved vaguely at Petermon and Gawain. "...All of this." He looked back to Gawain, who was still at rest he could almost be a, well. a statue of a chess piece. "Would you like something to eat?"
"You are too kind, sire, but I require no more nourishment than your friendship. And the occasional nap."
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 21:20:26 GMT
“I guess Gah-waaaiii-n and Petermon can have Takahiro's room then. Do you even sleep?” D'aww. He had to sound out the name.
Petermon simply stares at Scout, expressionlessly.
“Okay. Alright, alright. Slumber party. We can watch some bad anime in the dark and talk about the insanity that your life has devolved into, sound good?” Scout beams at Shichiro!
Takahiro snorts, “Scout. Be n-nice,”
Seemingly the food is ready. It's been like, ten minutes. Is it properly cooked? ...Seems to be. Some kind of vegetable-noodle dish. Whaaaaatever. Don't question his anime cooking skills, bro.
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Post by Shichiro on Jan 20, 2016 21:41:12 GMT
Shichiro took the bowl gratefully, bowing his head and murmuring a quick "thank you." They took their seats, Petermon and Gawain staying fairly close by. He was a little caught off guard as both boys began to eat once they were all seated, though he still quietly offered his own "Itadakimasu." The dish was good, a little different. It had a few vegetables he enjoyed but couldn't identify. "The food is good Takun. Thank you for cooking. It is pretty crazy Scout-kun, but I guess it's kind of amazing too. I might, I've always liked knights and stuff. And now... I'm friends with one." His gaze kept straying to the digimon as he ate. Something about Gawain...
"You were there," he said suddenly to Gawain. "In my dream." The digimon nodded, his gaze enigmatic behind the visor. " 'Twas no dream m'lord. 'Twas the Chessmon Battleground in the Digital World, and you were there. You proved yourself a worthy leader. I pledged my spear to you."
"I was... there. Oh, boy." So Shichiro started explaining, hesitantly at first and then in a rush as he struggled to make sense of these confusing images he kept remembering from shattered dreams. He told them about the dark landscape, the cliffs above the checkerboard battlefield. He recounted the fragments he could remember, commanding an army, the mysterious figure on the opposite cliff. He remembered descending and commanding from the lines, the pawn at his side. He told them of the black king surrendering its sword and the pawn approaching the the far line. He remembered it turning into a bishop. He didn't tell them why that made his voice crack- not yet.
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