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Chance encounter with a lunatic. [Tadashi/Kouhei.]
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Post by Tadashi Tenkuji on May 15, 2016 21:15:59 GMT
Tadashi grunts, looking down at his Xros Loader again and slapping the side of it. It hisses loudly in protest, before Flamemon's face appears on the screen and scowls, "You don't have to be so rough with it, y'know! It isn't broken," Tadashi rolls his eyes. They'd scanned a Digimon through the trees a few minutes ago, it'd seemed, and had tried to pursue but...well. It had disappeared before they'd gotten there. He wasn't used to the idea of 'wild' Digimon in the human world, certainly not in this peaceful little forest.
"J-j-just...hush," he grumbles, lifting the device up again and continuing to walk forwards, looking for any signs of life other than the birds in the air and the squirrels in the trees. Digimon? Human? Heck, he'd take a plateful of demons right now, just so he knew that his Xros Loader had scanned something. Anything would do. Because...well. If it was broken, where was he going to take it? See if the local electronics store can fix it? Yeah. That'll be easy to work out. Oh, why is it made of metals not found on Earth and has completely senseless circuitry?
Yeah. No.
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Post by Kouhei on May 20, 2016 3:49:32 GMT
Kouhei walked through the sparse forest randomly, deep in thought and wildly conflicted. He was fuming, angry at Shichiro for not being good enough. Angry at himself for holding back at the end. She didn't help either, drowning him out in Her silent, deafening disapproval. And yet... she also understood. So she tolerated it, for now. He could have his fair fight. She knew it would never be one. She knew who would win this. She'd been setting the pieces up too long for it to happen any other way.
It hadn't been much of a fight. Gawain fought valiantly, but he was no match for RookChessmon. He could barely scratch the battlements. Kouhei left them beaten and scared, and he left in disgust. He'd been wandering since then, he didn't know how long. Stewing in his own thoughts, stomping along paths and off them in equal measure, heedless of the occasional twig or leaf to catch on his borrowed jeans. More of Scout's clothes.
He'd come to berate himself for the lapse later. She would even more. So lost in his head was Kouhei that he never noticed he wasn't alone..
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Post by Tadashi Tenkuji on May 21, 2016 3:40:16 GMT
Tadashi looks up from his Xros Loader as he hears someone else walking around. Wait, maybe it's the Digimon! He eyes the shape he sees moving through the grass. Oh. Another boy. He slips the Digivice back into his pocket and frowns. There's something familiar about the boy, but he can't quite place it.
...WAIT. Now he remembers...
He used to have that shirt too! He raises a hand, "Hey, a-a-a-are you alright th-there?" The other boy looks...not pouty, just distracted. And that's usually a sign that an interruption would be welcome. Besides! Tadashi is always a welcome interruption. Have you seen those legs? ...Well, maybe not in the school uniform he's currently wearing, but the point stands.
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Post by Kouhei on May 25, 2016 1:10:08 GMT
Tadashi's greeting cut through Kouhei's fugue, startling the troubled young man into a near-panic for the half second it took him to turn and remember he wasn't in the Digital World anymore. That wasn't a digimon getting the drop on him. He was safe, here. He was strong in the human world. As long as She was with him. He hurriedly stuffed the hand that had been going for his digivice into his pocket to hide the motion, and regarded the thin white boy a little sullenly, his heart racing. Kouhei silently berated himself, furious at having been caught off guard. That was a deadly mistake, and She was sure to remind him of that fact later. He had to do better. He couldn't relax now. Not now that the game had begun in earnest.
But that was a thought for another time as Kouhei belatedly remembered he'd been spoken to. He blinked, trying to recall what had been said. The pause gave him a moment to study the boy. A vague thread of familiarity tickled the back of his mind, prompting Kouhei to follow it back to his years before he'd disappeared. Specifically, his years at school. This kid looked to be about the right age...
"What, er. Yes. I'm fine." Kouhei peered closer at the interloper, his gaze maybe a little intense. "You're familiar. You... you dance, right? Takato... no. Tadashi? It's Tadashi, isn't it?"
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Post by Tadashi Tenkuji on Jun 10, 2016 19:51:38 GMT
Tadashi feels a little odd looking at this boy. Like he's...sort-of dangerous? Like those kids you see playing with knives. But since there's nothing obvious (and who doesn't like a bad boy?) that he can see, he pushes it to the back of his mind and blinks as he's...recognized? Huh. Does he know the guy? He does look familiar, but...
"Uh, y-yeah. Tadashi. Have w-w-we met? S-sorry, I'm drawing a bl-blank," he offers a semi-genuine apologetic smile.
Wait, is his name...? No, he has nothing to go on, so he can't even make up a similar-sounding name like the boy had with 'Takato'. Well. That looks awful. Come on, Tadashi, you're usually a lot more suave than this! Y'know. Aside from the time you thought that throwing your arm around someone's shoulders in a casual conversation was a good idea.
"You l-look familiar. You'll h-have to forgive th-the slip-up with your name. It's b-been a weird week," Pirate ships. Treasure. Xros'ing. Oh, and not forgetting the worst bit, when he'd had to abandon a date to pick up his brother. Ugh. Awful.
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Post by Kouhei on Jun 11, 2016 4:19:44 GMT
The pause was again a bit longer than it should have been, his head cocked at a mild angle looking for all the world like he was listening to something. "Takeshi," he finally responded, nodding a little. "I went to school around here for a little while. I... left, a few years back. Whole family did, but..." He sort of vaguely gestured at the forest around them. "We're back now, clearly." Kouhei took a few steps towards Tadashi, choosing his footing in the underbrush carefully as he began to pick his way forward.
"It's all right. I... didn't know a lot of people. We weren't here very long." The smile he offered was seemingly friendly, but thin like a razor. Here was a young man in pain or, at least... unhappy.
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Post by Tadashi Tenkuji on Jun 11, 2016 4:37:45 GMT
Tadashi stands his ground, not sensing any real danger from the other boy. Idiot. "W-well...I'm sorry. You l-l-look familiar, but I suck with names. Are y-you going to go to school around here again?" He offers a little smile, thinking that...well. Maybe he can make it up to the boy by getting to know him. He did forget his name after all, and what kind of guy wouldn't try to make that up to someone?
The worst kind of person.
"Well, I mean. If y-you're not up to much, y-you're welcome to come and t-trek back to mine with me. No offense, but you look like y-y-you could use some c-company right now, Takeshi,"
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Post by Kouhei on Jun 12, 2016 3:22:33 GMT
This time when he paused, it was more like the statement caught him off guard. "That's okay," he said with a shrug. "Don't make many friends." Was that a statement about his life, or advice? "I'm not going to school yet," he hedged, not wanting to construct a lie with his memory of the area. Enough had changed, it could mark him out. Best to be vague. Kouhei swallowed, and after a moment offered the boy a small nod. "Yes, all right. I suppose I could, after all." Another stranger inviting him home... Trap? Don't be crazy, Kouhei. Trap. That's paranoid. Trap trap.
Trap? Trap, trap. Trap. Trap trap? Trap.
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Post by Tadashi Tenkuji on Jun 12, 2016 3:35:40 GMT
Tadashi smiles and turns, leading the way out of the forest. It's going to take a little while to get back to his place after all, which gives him time to think about all this. Sure, it's a little odd to invite someone home so suddenly, but Tadashi is an odd boy. No doubt there's some sinister reason behind him inviting the lad home, but if there is, there's certainly no external sign.
It's a trap.
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