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Post by cylesic on Nov 24, 2016 8:25:35 GMT
A bell rang in a small school, echoing through it's cramped corridors as small foreign humans with no where else to study in Japan began running out of the gates. Their mouths were agape with screaming and laughter and foods and drinks, some scraping their knees from tripping in a rush, some staying behind because of their friends or because of the lack of their friends. Some would stay by the streets waiting for their parents unknowing of the smog-filled chaos of the cars passing by unneeded for such a small street. Some of the children walked hand-in-hang with their fellow children or their guardians all of them forgetting that these children had been playing with the dirty mud of the sandbox all day or picking their noses or holding their bite-mark riddled pencils.
"Ugh." A child with dirty blonde hair gave out an annoyed, disgusted sigh and put up his surgical face mask after his afternoon ritual. Singing the entire ABC song, washing his nails, his fingertips, in between his fingers, his knuckles, his palms and then his wrist all with different dabs of soap. He grabs a handkerchief in his pocket and dried his hands until it no longer stained his clothes with wet-spots.
He took out a plastic pouch that was almost reminiscent of liquefied dentures, the linoleum, candy-red shining like saliva-filled gums and a white zipper looking like a bunch of pincers ready to bite into anything that dared to get close to it. He opened the pouch and was shocked to see it empty, having no money to commute back home. His eyes formed a dark, tired shape and with a tired sigh he began his long adventure back home.
Alban had never attempted to walk home alone, his aunt would usually pick him up and bring him home usually by car or by bus or by train and sometimes they'd walk home but his aunt was busy with work and he felt so tiny in a forest of businessmen and businesswomen. The streets of Shibuya was usually kept clean at the very least, save for the few beggars and gas-spewing vehicles around the road and chip bags that weren't seen by policemen when the culprit littered.
He didn't even know where he was going at this point, in his mind, he had a map that was colored in crayons that would lead him home, but he was aware of that part of him that knew he was lost. He couldn't ask anyone, though, he had a limited vocabulary of the Japanese language and was secretly too shy to ask anyone any questions. His aunt told him never to talk to strangers, anyway, he was perfectly fine with this, he could get home by himself, he's the only one who can get things right and clean.
And, in any case, who would talk to him, anyway? Everyone walked along the streets with the same type of face masks except a few shades dirtier than his. They were probably thinking the same way he was, they were adults who knew where they were going, they must have also had the same crayon-colored map in their brain and they knew they could get home by themselves. The only difference they had were the screens that they stared at.
God, how much Alban hated those gadgets. His aunt could never spend any money for them because they weren't worth it. Everyone had a gadget these days. Dirty, bright, painful colors that distracted people and kept them from looking straight-ahead. He dodged a few slim-eyed people who wouldn't even care that they were about to bump into a child and multiple times he had to dodge a few people distracted by screens that flashed advertisements. Even in the morning, they shined mercilessly against the sun. Neon lights that messily shoved itself in the gentle, pastel eyes of the sky.
At least that was the only thing dirty about this place.
Walking a few blocks straight, the child made a hard turn to his right only to be greeted by a dark alleyway. It was filled with papers scavenged by vultures and bottles that still stunk with the mouth of drunkards, scribbled all over with black gold. Evergreen reminiscent of insect-blood and pus filled the places that weren't already eaten away by dark, brown colors. A debate exploded in Alban's body, his heart dropping from all the trash around him that almost felt like it was going to him but the oil pastel-colored map in his mind said it was the right way, his mind whispered sweet tempting things in his head and he was easily convinced to go.
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
He cupped his hands towards his ears when his brain blasted a noise in his ears that sounded like a whisper but at the same time, was reminiscent of a jet plane that could be heard all around the world. He suddenly started to see the insanity of his choice but he knew he had to press forward.
It wasn't until he turned another right into the alley when he realized how atrocious the smell was inside of the walls that suddenly began to cramp around him. The papers on his feet began to expand in his eyes, turning into giant spore-pods with teeth ready to tear him to shreds, his hands began to shook as he desperately tried to grab for something, he wanted to grab the paper, he wanted to grab all the odds and ends around him and throw them into a giant trash can and never see them again but his hand wasn't connected to his arms anymore. He felt like it was only a second until he soiled himself.
Slowly, he started to turn himself around. His heart now dropped to his stomach, he felt sick and wanted to run away from this stupid decision. As he made his third step that felt like so much momentum he tripped on a glass bottle and fell into an unsuspecting canal, rolling across the pipe and only being a few feet away from falling into the river of hell-grease.
It took Alban a while before he could be in the right state of mind to stand up, his arms shook as he shuddered. He crawled away from the sewer he almost fell into, incapacitated from the terrifying colors he was painted in. He felt muddy soot on his lips and quickly took of the face mask he adored so much and began to cry. He grabbed his handkerchief and shamefully looked for a dry side of it and tried to wipe a few tears.
In that moment, he wished for a phone, he didn't even know why, but he wished he could have a phone. He needed a phone right now. He wanted a phone to reach his mother, not the adoptive one, the real one. He wanted a phone that could reach all the way to the heavens so he could scream into it. He wanted to feel all eleven numbers vibrate on his hand, he wanted to hear eleven rings and see his mother pick up the phone and scream at her and scold her and beg for her warm embrace and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of the mud-colors on him.
He looked for another dry side of his handkerchief and dried another murder of tears before surrendering again to another whimper.
Footsteps.
He heard harsh, leather footsteps behind him, slow but firm. The reptile was a predator that wanted to erase Alban's existence but it was proud and patient. He felt his heart drop down so deep, it was probably in the core of the earth, he thought to himself, remembering his lesson this afternoon at school, what would obviously be his last lesson. The magma was probably burning through his chest just right now just waiting for the predator to eat him up before he was cooked alive.
Footsteps.
Footsteps...
Footsteps.
A plastic device slid across the arch of the pipe and landed right in front of his point of view, it looked like it was made out of jewelry, laid out in a silver storm during a golden sun, it's colors shone beautifully. As he picked it up, the footsteps stopped and when he looked for the source of the device that was thrown, a silhouette of a behemoth stood before him. All he could do was stare into what should have been it's face and even though it had no eyes, he was sure that their vacant stares were exchanged in a battle that Alban was obviously losing. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
When he had opened his eyes again, the person was gone and it felt like hours before he felt like he was able to snap back into reality. He looked at his hand and saw the pretty device still cold in his hands, "It was a phone!" He thought to himself as he quickly pressed the button in the middle of the gadget but before he could fiddle with the interface to call his home, a huge sound boomed to his other side opposite from where the mysterious figure stood and a blue light lit up the dark alleyway.
A portal-like object levitated above the canal, circling around it where geometrical polyhedrons. Soft and inviting, it was the only thing today that didn't scare him. He was curious, at the same time, he was desperate to be somewhere safe.
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
"Me?"
"Clean Freak..."
Yes, this was obviously him the voice was talking about. He felt compelled to enter the portal, and without a minute of hesitation he faded into the nexus.
"I can't believe he did that!" A yellow blob-like creature started screaming profanities in the the Trailmon Terminal "We ARE strong Digimon! What de'el'd we ever do to him!? We could be strong Digimon, he's the one who didn't take care of us properly. That no-good, double-crossing--" It's body glitched around in geometrical shapes with each curse, each bad word being censored by an animatronic scream.
"I mean, it's already a useless case..." A green creature also blob-like creature started talking with a depressed sigh "He's already left us, can't we just give up looking for a tamer, Zurumon?" An appendage extended from it's body to touch where Zurumon's shoulder should have been.
Zurumon glitched and turned around with an ungodly speed, it's eyes completely bloodshot with a raging anger. "Are you kidding me!? We deserve so much more than what that ingrate did to us! Stop being so depressed and do something good with your life, Pabumon!" It glitched the other way and pointed at a random Digimon in the train station "'Ey, you--" It curse was censored with another animatronic scream "You deserve nothing good in your life, 'lright!?" At this point Pabumon was already eyeing for any form of security that would kick them out for indecency.
"I don't like where this is going anymore..." Pabumon tried to say with a smile but with a small tear running down his body, trying to grab Pabumon's attention.
Zurumon sighed and took in a deep breath. "Fine. For you, bud. But here's a deal, I'll calm down, you chill out too. 'Kay?" Pabumon nodded, satisfied with the answer.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Nov 24, 2016 12:15:18 GMT
Brad rarely ventured into Terminus City. It was much too busy and complex for his simple tastes. But, these days with uncertainty looming over the digital world, it was also fairly safe. At least... during the daytime.
But the main reason why Brad was here was because it was also the hub of all sorts of exquisite tastes from all over the digital world. And whenever he had a windfall of some sort, he would explore the city for a pleasant place to eat, perhaps even meet new friends over some food? After all, people tended to be in very good moods when their bellies were fresh full of delicious food. Just like how Brad liked to talk to people.
So far this day he had a... rather curious conversation with a young human teenager and his twin partners - an Impmon and an Elecmon. While the three of them seemed to be nice people, the Impmon had a strange way of acting out his feelings that confused Brad. Thankfully after some sorting of that out, Brad paid more attention to the Elecmon, who seemed to be a little shy at first around his extrovertive brother, but once he and Brad had found a common topic of interest, ah, they could have talked for hours. But, alas, they had places to be. Which was a pity, Brad would have liked to speak to them again.
The Bearmon then wandered over to the Trailmon station. Not for any reason in particular, simply to look at the timetables to see where the next journey would take him later on. Perhaps next time he would venture South? Even though it was warm there and quite stifling for his thick grey and white fur, he liked the warm sea there. And furthermore, all sorts of wonderful fish were quite common.
Brad was looking at the times between trains there when he heard an angry voice nearby. And there he saw a Zurumon and Pabumon. The Zurumon seemed to be quite cross about something. Listening in, Brad heard that apparently they had been abandoned by their former tamer.
'How horrible' Brad thought with sympathy. While he didn't completely understand why some digimon decided to bond with humans, he nonetheless understood how terrible it was for someone to put trust in another person, only to have them throw it back in their faces in rejection. Things like that were hard to get over.
Then suddenly the Zurumon pointed to him and said that he deserved nothing good in his life. Brad blinked, slightly affronted. It seemed that this was too much for his Pabumon companion, who seemed to convince him to calm down.
Well, Brad supposed that he might attempt to cheer them up. So the Bearmon made sure his red t-shirt was straight, then walked up to them.
"Hello" he said, pleasantly. "I don't mean to intrude, but, as far as I can tell, you two seem to have had a misfortune of some kind, is that right?" he paused deliberately, looking to the side, then looked sidelong at Zurumon. "And, well, seeming because I currently don't deserve anything good in life, perhaps I can rectify that by asking if there's anything I can do to help?" he chuckled a little.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 25, 2016 10:43:44 GMT
"Ahhh, this is wife, walking awound in Tewminus with fouw of youw wegs... ACTUAWWY, WHY AM I STIWW A DOWIMON!?"
"You could never evolve that fast, you dolt. Last time it took us some moment because we're fighting against that lawyer. It's a dangerous situation, so you evolved. It's probably a record, to have a Dorimon evolve to Dorumon in just a day... then few moments later to Dorugamon. That's miracle already so snip it, really." Yuuki scolded his partner.
That day, after resting in the hotel last night, Yuuki was contemplating if he should wait for any of his friends here in the Terminal. His aim was one of the arrival platform, to look for Trailmon that would carry many passenger from the real world. If he recall it correctly, Colin did said that he's trained by Ryouta and Yuu... but sadly, their contact address are deleted from his D-Terminal, so he can't help it. He only could just wait here... well, wait here and somehow saw two blob furiously said something...To his dismay, it sounds like a drunkard raving and raging. Luckily the other guy managed to take it much better than he thought.
"Well, it's better to not get involved with that two, eh, Hikaru?" Yuuki muttered, yet... obviously, the Dorumon already ran toward the trio.
"...For love of---" Yuuki sighed and decided that he should approach them too.
"Hey hey, what's wwong?" the Dorimon asked with cutesy tone. Yeah, the lisp is fake, yet he still insisted on doing it. 'Honoring a friend' he said. "It's too eawly to wage about wife and whatnots! C'mon, you can tell me what's wwong and I'll twy my best to hewp you!"
"...Or so he said. Hi."
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Post by cylesic on Nov 25, 2016 15:03:15 GMT
The Zurumon shifted it's body to try and face the Digimon it previously cursed at. It studied it's profile a bit, something it didn't care to do when it was throwing a tantrum. It's smug face slowly faded away into a small, exasperated sigh. Judging by how these Digimon and their tamer were talking, it was pretty sure it was ready to pick on it while it's yellow, soft-body was in his fragile state.
"L-listen, man. I didn't really mean any harm." Demiurge in heaven, it regretted what it was doing, if it just wasn't abandoned at that time... "I-I." He stuttered a bit before he could form his words, still suspicious by the amount of kindness given to it by these three. It looked back at Pabumon and it's green sibling gave a nod.
"My brother and I here--" It said while looking at the Pabumon beside it. "We've got a bit of a glitch on us. 'Ya see, our data checks out as an Agumon for me and a Gabumon for my brother, and you know how much tamers are nostalgia freaks. They came searching for an Agumon and a Gabumon and they got us. All'f them've thrown us out and turned us back into eggs."
"We just wanna be back into a Numemon and a Geremon again." The Pabumon approached the three very closely, Zurumon desperately tried to grow and morph it's body to form the shape of a Geremon. "Even if nobody wants to love us, we want to go back. We've hatched again from our eggs for the nth time which means we've got a new tamer, but..."
If you were to look around the terminal, there was an expected amount of people and Digimon walking back and forth, scrambling in the common rat race everyone decided on for years, but everyone knew where they were going. The people they waited and looked for greeted them with smiles, Tamers already knew what their Digimon looked like, and nobody scattered around to look for a new friend they'd never meet before. No one wanted to see these two.
Bubbles started floating up from Pabumon's eyes, what was supposed to be tears didn't drop down unto the floor, but were opaline spheres that floated upwards. Although, it's slimy body was already perched on the floor, it started melting even further into the floor, its body able to seep through the canal creeks of the station.
"Sorry, if it seems like a sad display of a beggar." The Zurumon approached it's cousin to comfort it's depressed state. "Listen, bubs, unless you're buddy here's the damn tamer that's got our digivice, we ain't gon'ta feel better. The buddo's already got a Digimon anywho, he's obviously going to throw us away." It viciously eyed the Dorimon. "Beast with the soul of a dragon, heh, better than a pile of sludge, I say." He scoffed and looked down.
A minute of fading silence.
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...") A voice boomed through the Trailmon Terminal.
A noise began rising in the confines of the open metal bird cage. Steamless pipes began squealing and rattling, cold and dead but pushed by an ethereal force. Somehow, the inhibitants of the place didn't mind, hundreds of new tamers pop into the Digital World everyday through strange portals. It was as if every living thing was in slow motion in contrast to the metals that raved in fear and shock.
A blue light shone above the area in the middle of the two slimy creatures and slowly formed into an athropomorphic shape. All sorts of sharp figures formed around it before it suddenly bloomed into technicolor. A palette of messy oil paint suddenly turning into a human which fell right above Pabumon, Zurumon quickly made his way to push what he can from his green cousin's amorphous body.
"What the hell is wrong with you, bub!?" It growled at the blonde boy "You trying to get yourself killed!? 'Coz the floor's not the only thing that hurts!"
Alban brushed the impact on his head and when he had opened his eyes, he was suddenly in a nightmarish landcape. It wasn't like this in Japan, train stations were clean and filled with only slightly-mucky linoleum. There were bright flashy yellow tiles painted unto the floors to keep people from going overboard and the trains here were all forms of shapes and color and he could've sworn one of them were talking, moving their fearsome jaws like a creature ready to kill.
He looked for the source of the sound that had shouted at him and when he had locked eyes with the snot-like ball he immediately screeched in terror and flailed upwards. His first reaction was to look at his clothes and straighten them up, pulling the dry fabric to get rid of tussels and abnormalities.
"So!? What's the answer, bub!? You want a fistfight!? I'm not afraid to hit a human!"
"What is wrong with you!? Can't you give me a moment you p-p-p-plebianistic pig!?" Alban couldn't believe how rude this thing had been talking to him, was it some sort of fever dream that he just felt normal to talk to it? He quickly look around his clothes to see if everything was intact. To a discerning eye, it would look fine, but he quickly grabbed the part of his sleeves under his elbow and showed it to the rude thing.
"Do you NOT see how h-horrible this is!? My clothes are wet, I fell down a canal, I literally swam in garbage! I probably even smell like cigars! Cigars! My aunt's gonna kill me! Oh dear, G--" He felt his clothes and realized that he was no longer wet, it was as if all the damage and the dirt that feasted on his clothes were gone and all that was left was a few ruffled parts of his clothes. He was dumbfounded, as if he entered another dream while being in a coma.
Pabumon understood why the human was so afraid "It's a human from one of those dimensions." Zurumon replied with an eyeroll.
It took him a second of tinkering with his clothes before it was drilled into his head that there were two mucky balls of sentient slime in front of him, talking to him. The complete antithesis of his existence was standing in front of him and they could kill him at any moment. He slowly began stepping backwards before feeling a presence.
When he turned around, there was a human behind him. He gave off a sigh of relief seeing one normal face, not entirely clean, but a human at the very least. He heard a squeaking noise under him and seeing the blue furred puffball he immediately shrieked again, before bumping into a Trailmon that groaned with an obviously-human resulting into another chain of shrieks.
He knelt down to the ground, hyperventilating. Zurumon approached the child shaking his head in disappointment.
"Are you just gonna shout all day or are you gonna do--" It's eyes shined with a glimmer of hope. On the human's hand was a familiar Digivice, clawed unto like a hawk on it's prey, it quickly slithered to Pabumon's side and estatically screamed, "He's our tamer!"
Pabumon's eyes glimmered with relief at the tamer and slowly started approaching what should've been his new friend, but Alban quickly retreated away from the dirtpile, "Stay away from me, or... or...! Or!" and Pabumon's relief was already shattered, it was already rejected by his it's tamer.
"Pabumon, he's not worth the deal..."
"I can... We can... Let's try to..."
"We're just hurting ourselves doing this."
Fear pulsated through Alban's eyes and his chest. He wished so badly to wake up from this horrible nightmare, he had enough. He wanted to scream all his wishes at someone and make them come true, he wanted to befriend a shooting star, a glimmer of hope in the night sky.
And Pabumon saw this...
And it wished for it too...
It saw the same amount of hurt and abandonment in the child somewhere else, something was wrong, it was the same eyes it saw in it's sibling. This was a new open door, this was a tamer that didn't look for power or fame or glory. This wasn't a tamer that would just throw his friend away.
This was a tamer looking to be found.
Pabumon coughed a bit, a small bubble exiting from it's binky, "Friend, can I please talk to you calmly?" It said, trying to imitate it's soft coos with Zurumon. "We understand you are scared and what we are about to tell you is a lot of information, so we need you to hear us out clearly." Alban's eyebrows shifted into a harsh shape as he continued breathing heavily.
"I'm sure you know about what's Digital, correct?" Pabumon waited for a nod from it's conversant before replying again, "You see, your Digital devices are inhabited by strange things called Digital Monsters. Digimon for short. Some special people can enter our world and interact with us to their liking, some form friendships even with the most unlikely Digimon." Pabumon had to pause for a second before saying the next line as Alban was still heavily breathing in suffocated squeals.
It took in a heavy breath before continuing as if it rehearsed this hundreds of times before, "But you see, Digimon can change in much more different ways than humans. We call it Digivolution and there are around ten or more stages to enter, currently my brother and I are at the lowest stage." Zurumon approached Pabumon to interrupt a quick second.
"Ya see, me and my brother's data are similar to these heavily looked-for Digimon called Agumon and Gabumon, but they find out we're just scammers and we can't really 'elp ourselves, it's how we're designed. Then they throw us away and we reset back to these forms." He stretched his body to demonstrate and it's fragments drooled down like devil-honey. Alban shuddered again.
Pabumon continued his lecture again "We Digimon digivolve when we grow stronger from experience with our human friends, collectively called as "tamers". But no one wants to be our tamer, they throw us away and we restart our progress back to our lowest stage. No one wants to be our human friend because of our unlikeable Digivolutions."
Zurumon interrupted Pabumon once again trying it's best to keep calm. "We just wanna get back to Rookie form, the same stage as Fuzzy Lumpkins over there," He pointed at the Bearmon he had screamed at earlier, "Two Digivolutions away, buddy. You're the kid who owns our Digivice, it's the device we're assigned to so you're our Tamer. You're responsible for us." It pointed at the chrome Digivice on Alban's hand still being held unto so tightly.
Alban looked at the device he was praying to earlier, he pressed the button for a wish to come true and now his greatest fears were right in front of him. Or were they? If, he thought to himself, they were really hostile, they would have killed him by now. He looked at the nicer of the slime creatures and they exchanged eye contact, it was a soft glow unlike the menacing, invisible stare of the man from earlier in the canal.
Please. Both sets of eyes begged.
"So, I just need to get you guys to this so-called Rookie form and then... but won't you guys just reset again when I let go of you?"
"You could just give us the Digivice after and we'll get it over with, it's a nice loophole." Zurumon said.
This was no longer a nightmare, Alban thought to himself, but it all seemed like a crazy dream like the ones you have were you're in class naked and the next thing you know, you're fighting a dragon but for some reason you find it all normal. He had fell face-flat on the floor, though, this couldn't have been a dream. He tried to sit down as Pabumon and Zurumon's beady eyes stared at him.
It took him a few minutes to take in all the information that had just been given to him before looking back and forth at the "Digivice" (what a crazy, redundant, obvious pormanteau for a gadget) and the two creatures in front of him. He wanted to go home, but his sense of childish wanderlust was eating away at his guilt.
"F-fine." He said shyly as the two brothers began to excitedly push towards their new tamer, "B-but no physical contact!" Alban raised his voice trying to hold his fear of muck. He stood up and dusted off his clothes and looked at the human behind him.
"I-I'm sorry for that." He cleared his throat a bit, "My name is Alban Auga." He stuttered across strange onomatopoeia's before forming another sentence "I-I guess I'm a "tamer" now." He snickered at how weird the term felt, "You seem to be friends with these two, s-so maybe you can help me know what being a tamer is about." He looked at the bear like "Digimon" beside him, he realized how absurd it would be to start talking to a bear that could talk.
"Albaaaan..." The twins chorused in unison.
"A-and how you managed to achieve this... "Rookie" form." Alban made air-quotes.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Nov 26, 2016 8:10:42 GMT
As Brad conversed with the baby digimon, he saw two more individuals approaching. A black haired human and a Dorimon. Brad noticed that the human seemed to have red eyes, something he found most unusual. While yes, digimon often had red eyes too, human eyes were usually either blue, brown or green. Perhaps there was something more about this human?
But the Bearmon listened to the Zurumon, nodding when he said he didn't mean what he said. "Ah yes that's alright, when we're upset it's easy to say horrible things" Brad said, not worried about it.
It seemed that these digimon had some kind of glitches that had their data register as an Agumon and Gabumon. Brad folded his arms and slowly rubbed his muzzle with his paw, trying to think of what this meant. And it seemed these unfortunate digimon had been rejected and turned into eggs several times. "Oh dear" was all he could say. He didn't understand how partnerships worked. Some digimon seemed to have partnership data programmed into them, others remained independent, and others seemed to turn from independent into partnered digimon.
And the Pabumon seemed to be so sad about this that he was crying, well, attempting to anyway. Brad tried to think of something good to say.
"Well..." he began hesitantly. "Humans are resonable beings, at least I think? And also quite social, like us digimon. I believe if you make a good impression with this new human, they may decide to keep you as their partners? Even if your higher forms aren't exactly all that a human would desire"
Being all miserable and lashing out would undoubtedly result in another rejection, so Brad was hoping that he could help them break the cycle a little.
Then a word echoed through the terminal. Keppekishou. What did that mean? Brad was unfamiliar with that language. Then the Bearmon watched fascinated as a human appeared in midair.
"Now that is remarkable" he said. He turned to the black haired human. "Can you do that too?" he asked, wondering if teleportation was a common human ability. Although... oh dear, the Zurumon wasn't pleased about the human landing on him. "P-please calm down" he said, thinking that continued aggression against this human wouldn't result in a good partnership. Although... the Bearmon quickly smelled something awful. Apparently the human had been swimming in garbage.
"Oh my. Why would you do something like that?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. But it seemed, the human was quite unnerved by the experience of being surrounded by digimon. Brad supposed he should wait until he calmed down, and stood by saying nothing while Pabumon and Zurumon explained the situation to him. Brad thought that was good of them.
Eventually the human calmed down, then spoke to the other human with the Dorimon first, then seemed to turn to him and ask how he managed to evolve to his rookie form.
"Well, as I remember..." Brad said, scratching his head under his cap. "I simply grew into it over time. It took me two weeks to achieve, but, some digimon seem to grow a bit faster"
He waited to hear what the black haired human had to say on the matter as he looked somewhat more experienced despite having an in-training level partner.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 26, 2016 11:17:51 GMT
Glitch. That words was no different from what Hikaru experienced in the past, but in his case, his data was incomplete on some place, and his evolution filled him with junk data, which made him crazed when he used that form. As it goes up, more and more junk data is inserted and what worse, most of it erodes his good data... well, he managed to get it out the way when he became Alphamon, so that's a plus.
However... the thing about nostalgic freak and somehow wanting a Gabumon and Agumon made Yuuki raise an eyebrow. "..Sorry, I... I don't know that's possible. I mean, when I came to this world eight years ago Digital World wise, Hikaru is my partner... technically, I don't look for them... no, more like, I don't even know that it's possible to contract another Digimon as your partner than those you are given. Plus, Hikaru was... I received him from my computer as an egg, along with the Digivice, so... I don't think that procedure is right for me. Sorry that you felt that way, but even if I want to take you, I can't. My Digivice only reacts to Hikaru and Hikaru only," When Yuuki said this, he whipped out his digivice, slightly different from the normal D-3 the other humans got, being much more detailed, but it's with white body and golden grip.
It felt really like the term Tamers, he thought.
However, the next words of the Zurumon made the usually chirpy and chill Dorimon rather offended. His eyes turned into slit and his furs bristled.
"Oh yeah? So that means you can judge people's life because you think while I'm partnered, I must be happy, huh? Sure I'm happy, and sure you're upset, but well think again, bub," Hikaru outright dropped his fake lisp and stared at the Zurumon with equally vicious stare. "I'm sorry to break your bubbles, but I was born with defect too! My data somehow was incomplete. You know how bad it feels when everytime you evolve, you don't know when your junk data going to KILL YOUR HUMAN OR NOT? Heck, you should know the stronger you are, the more danger you can tank, but what if that actually nearly killed your human? Human aren't Digital here, bub. Ever saw a human died in front of your eyes? I do! They won't return to egg like we do! They won't even revive and only pile of blood and flesh is waiting if somehow they got killed! Now before any of you stop me, I think it's only fair for me to rant when you snidely criticize my beast with dragon soul thing? Oh, by the way, I have to reset twice after being killed. Think it again, we don't know what other people has gone through."
Soon, Hikaru calmed himself down. His vicious stare softened into much resigned one.
"Look inside your heart who your partner is. I can imagine the pain of being abandoned, but I also... have waited for so, so long until Yuuki got his Digivice. I was alone, alone and waiting where there are no other Digimon. I want an adventure with my human, is that wrong? Also, Tamer are the words used by Human who think they are above their Digimon or Digimon who think their human can help them attain the best form. Partners are how we're called. Partnered Human and Partnered Digimon. It's a mutual give and take in best way, not merely protecting your partner, but also shoulder their burden, give them the best buddy you could ever be in this world... and become their partner for life. Digital World is too big for people who think it's the best to be the strongest. Adventure is waiting out there. Bond, shouldering each other's grief and helping each other to overcome it... Only then you can see the true wonder of Digital World. This came from a Dorimon who ever become a Super Ultimate. Sure, feel free to not believe me, that's fine with me. I'm just ranting anyway, because ranting is free, right?"
Yuuki was unable to say anything about his partner's rant, but... he guess that it's the right thing to do. He was rather pissed that his partner was badmouthed at, although he just really want to help. That was really uncalled for.
....Though that sentiment apparently only managed to stay for a little while, at least until suddenly there was the appearance of the guy who digitized in front of them. Yuuki ouch'd at the sudden fall.
"...No, how to say, it's impossible for me," he answered the Bearmon. "We normally goes through there," he pointed at the Trailmon. "But it's not like I can return anyway for now." He then quickly saw the display of what he could say as the worst possible combination in all of his life. "...Oh God, he's a germophobe..." Yuuki muttered under his breath.
He cannot take it anymore and decided to help the other boy get up, which ironically should be around his real age. Curses whatever that made him looks like 20. "Yo, can you please quit your spiel for a bit? I get that you're distressed, but this is not the best place to do that if you're worried about hygiene issues. If you need to go home in an hour, then you got seven hours in here to fix that clothes of yours."
Of course Hikaru finding this rather annoying, yet still trying to be friendly (in mischievous way), quickly "boo"'d at him when he looked at him. The result was obvious. A small cackle escaped from his furry mouth.
"Homeostasis! It's been a while since I do that to human and got this result!"
"Quit it, bud. Last thing he need is to hyperventilate."
"Eh, at least he should not reject poor babies when they're so hoping for the appearance of the right guy. I wonder how it will be if I was a Dorugamon? Anyway, I'll leave this to you, Yuuki."
...but before he could even help, the Digimons already approached the guy. Ten they said? At most it's probably eight, unless he somehow counted wrong... oh wait, twin Jogress, stupid him.
"Might fell through one of the river from the other side," Hikaru told Brad. "There's one that leads to this world, in case you're wondering. It... wasn't the most pleasant thing."
"...It doesn't work that way," Yuuki suddenly interrupted about the Digivice, all sad looking. "Sorry to interrupt, I don't think this is the right time either, but my name's Itou Yuuki, Itou's the family name in case you're a foreigner... Anyway, without their human, a partnered Digimon will eventually become weaker and weaker, and then died. That device on your hand is what connected you and the Digimon. Okay, sure, they can evolve to those so called 'Rookie' or 'Child stage', but they can't get stronger. I don't think they can fend off themselves that way other than inside this wall of Terminus City. Sorry to suddenly goes on responsibility spiel, but... these two, they're waiting for the right person. You're picked by this world and deemed as the 'right' one for them. Would you please give them a chance?"
Not stopping right there, he even bowed to the younger looking boy. "I have heard their story, and I can say that that ain't meant to be like that... so please, please give them a chance, even if I know that you're afraid of how they look. These guys... give them chance, please. Regardless of their form, I'm sure they can even become the friend that absolutely wouldn't betray you, only if you give them chance."
Still, once again, the talk about the tamers made Hikaru roll his eyes.
"Sorry, can we stop about that Tamers? Even the guy think it's weird! Lookie here, pal," he approached the blond haired teen and looked up at him. "You're their partners, and unless you're those kind of human who think we're less sentient than human then don't use the term Tamer. I find it really vexing for someone to use that term. What are we, some sort of beast? No we're not. We're as sentient as you and can as well as call you human out on your BS. So don't make it any sort of habit to use that term."
"...It doesn't help that many still call themselves Tamers though."
"And don't you dare."
Well that already sorted out, now the guy asked more about this... responsibility of being a partnered human... and how to reach the Rookie stage.
"...Well... let's see..." ...breaking news that someone can die in this world probably wouldn't be good for the boy, so he guessed that it's best to break it... very slowly.
"...I'm about to wait for someone here, but guess I don't even know where they are, so rather than doing some goose hunt, I'm fine with giving you some 101. Why don't we move somewhere nicer? A cafe for example. I haven't ate since this morning. We got all the time in the world for this sort of thing. Oh right, I haven't introduced myself formally, right? Name's Itou Yuuki, you heard that before. Over here is Hikaru, my partner."
"Yo!" Hikaru finally greeted cheerfully. "I'm Hikaru, the most fabulous Dowimon evew--"
"Too late for your fake lisp, dude," Yuuki said, sighing. "Anyway, if we're going to cafe, I can treat you guys. Yeah, you too, uh..." he waits for the Bearmon to say his name. "Don't worry, it's on me. I know where we can talk and eat privately if that's what you want. But before that, welcome to Digital World, the other world, where the time moves seven times faster than real world, so we can have a nice, long chat until you have to return to the other side."
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Post by cylesic on Nov 26, 2016 17:20:26 GMT
"Itou... Yuuki..." Alban said with a warped accent.
"In some alternate universes, Digimon are just video games or programs and some of them only know Digimon as that, we're all fictional to them. Unlike the world you experience." Pabumon lectured the dark-haired man who's partner was still busy ranting. "However, some of those universes are lucky enough to experience both sides and look for Digimon that are popular in their world. Some even illegally recreate data to force what partner they'll have."
Zurumon's eyes rolled to every millisecond of Dorimon's sermon but Alban listened closely as if it was the only voice of reason that grounded him into this dystopian landscape. He clung unto the small, blue creature's words and started to appreciate the absurdity of the world but everything here was still a blur to him, why did he have to be the so-called "partners" of these two things.
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
He knew what those words meant, it was something his uncle would mutter every now and then when Alban was trying to keep things completely in order, something he said was very unlikely and annoying for a child. It meant "Clean Freak", and Alban already knew he was one, he hated being marked as one, but he couldn't do anything about what he was.
If he was so much of a clean freak, why was he paired with these two dirty mutts? Why wasn't he paired with something more softer, something more delicate it would have been so much easier for the blonde boy's time. He scratched his forehead a bit and began thinking on what it meant to be these "Digimon's" partner. Partner? He couldn't even stand their stench four feet away.
Partner...
Partners.
Partners!
Partners. This wasn't something he would occasionally hear being associated with him. He was sure that the word meant friends, but he didn't really have proper friends for awhile. In France he did, but no one really noticed him the way they did in Japan. Were these his friends now? Now he was forcefully "friends" to these dirty things, can you be friends with something you don't like?
"I-I'm fine with going to a cafe to clear my head, but I won't be eating." The child held his stomach. "I feel more like emptying my stomach than filling it up." He said with an awkward smile.
Inside the circus of megatheriums, Alban stared intently at the "Digivice" as he tried to keep his pace with the man in front of him. Despite his age, he was just as tall as him, he had heard that children from France were usually taller than people in Japan and he simply push the thought aside before looking back at the blank, orange screen of the device. He shook it a bit to see if it would react if he tinkered with it and plus, two weeks? He was going to handle these sentient chunks of slime for two weeks. But how? What if didn't become two weeks, what if it became years. He held unto his chest before he started heaving again. Just how? It's absurd to think they'd just change so much in that little amount of time.
Experience? Alban had never played video games, but he saw his fellow students glued unto flashing, neon screens and seeing experience as a major part of gaming. He thought about it and realized how this entire crazy place seemed like a superhero cartoon he rarely got to watch when he wasn't busy. His black hair friend even had an arm that wasn't his and he walked around with it without any shame. The boy thought to himself that if he had to wear an arm that wasn't made from his own skin... he couldn't even begin to think about how disgusting it was.
"H-hey, Zurumon, right?" The yellow blob struggling to keep beside him gave Alban an insectoid stare which he flinched at. "Itou-san (Alban had gotten used to Japanese honorifics and sometimes used it by accident) said I have seven hours to go home awhile ago, what does that mean?"
"Oh, that's easy!" Pabumon was breathing heavily, blowing a bubble out of his binky with each huff. He sat on top of the Bearmon's hat and began to rest before continuing his sentence. "You see, as I've said previously, there are multiple universes that work on different times. The Digital World however is connected to all of them and because of this, they're horribly warped by time. Depending on where your universe is, your world could be moving three times faster to a million times slower." Alban was just having a headache at this point.
"It's easy, kid." Pabumon gave space for his twin to sit on top of Brad's hat. "You know how devices just react immediately in your world? It's because they access our world in a special way. The reason you guys never notice it is because you guys move too slow because of how detached our world is from yours." Somehow, Zurumon shifted the subject a bit too much.
"A-anyway, it's not something you should think about too much, I'm just reciting straight from a book I read."
"It doesn't really matter, you'll have as much time as you can to get us to Rookie."
"If you think your parents are worrying for you, their actually doing it seven times slower than you think, it's actually funny to look at."
Parents...
Parents.
Parents. That was something that Alban just really didn't want to hear right now, he slowed down in his tracks as his grip on the Digivice stiffened. Should he scold this creature for saying something so painful? No. The poor thing didn't know. He put out a heavy sigh before putting on a smile, he picked up the pace and immediately entered the cafe excitedly.
The cafe was like a contrasted, parallel universe compared to the babylonic state of the rust-infested train station outside. The ceiling's looked like homemade cinnamon sticks and the floorboard was reminiscent of linoleum made completely of jawbreakers (and was probably as hard as them too, since it seemed lots of large Digimon had exited this place before Alban had entered. The door appeared to be made out of red gumdrops but was barely as sticky as one, Alban sighed as he opened the safe door and the chime rang just as sweetly as what the place seemed to be.
The table top was similar to caramelized sugar and the pillow cushions looked like marshmallows, it almost seemed like a trap for Hansel and Gretel, but this was the first seemingly safe place he had gotten to for so long. A Tanemon with a maid's bib came running from behind the counter of cake displays and jumped up the table, the blonde boy raised his hand high to try and swat the creature off the table, before he could continue the swing of his palm the creature began to talk and he realized it was also a Digimon due to it's human speech.
"Tea, my dearies?" A vine extended from underneath one of her hind legs and picked off one of the two leaves on her head, a sap softly drooled down the wound but was barely noticeable to all except Alban's overly discerning eyes. The Digimon winced it's eyes in pain that it seemed to have already gotten used to and dipped it into a nicely decorated China teapot.
"I-I won't be e-eating anything, mad-d-dam." Alban had forgotten that plants were actually living beings that were capable of feeling. He thought of all the times that he had scraped off bark to clean a tree or all those autumn seasons spent scraping leaves off of dead trees and the sounds those dendric creatures would have made if they were capable of human speech. The boy just wanted to hurl so badly.
The Tanemon nodded at Alban's choice and quickly looked at the other two sets of guests to take their order. Afterwards, she smiled and giggled and stepped right down the table. Her tone of voice suddenly changed to that of a menopausing mother scolding her lazy, irresponsible child. The orders came burling out of her small body as she stuck the piece of paper inside the kitchen. She climbed up a pedestal-like counter and gave a sweet smile to the costumers as she sang a sweet tune.
Alban quickly got a tissue on the table and went to the sink to soak it up, he wiped off all the dirt on the table where Tanemon was sitting and crumpled the wet paper towel until it was as small as a peanut, he throw it away and dried his hands with the handkerchief (which thankfully, was now dry) and wiped the table one more time before sitting down to Pabumon and Zurumon judging his weird ritual.
"H-hey, Pabumon." Alban said to change the atmosphere in his mind "Is it normal for Digimon to wear clothes or are you two..."
The two twins, still on the ursine's hat, curiously followed Alban's finger as he pointed to Dorimon's kilt, Brad's hat and red t-shirt and the plant Digimon's bib. Some of the Digimon in the cafe looked like they were also wearing clothes, though some just looked like they didn't really bother wearing anything else but a birthday suit.
"Most Digimon do it as a fashion preference." Zurumon retorted with rude, open arms. "Some do it because those garments are important to them or given by someone who found them important. But..." His smug face suddenly became downcast, "Nobody really finds us that important."
"Well, except, we have each other!" Pabumon said, "Oh, right." Replied his brother.
He really wished that when they said we, he wasn't included...
As a few minutes went by, Alban talked to his acquaintances a bit more. It no longer seemed like he was in a dream at all. This was all something, he thought to himself, and so, though he was told not talk to strangers, he felt it was the safest course of action. What was this? A newfound sense of adventure? A curiosity for the unknown? Something Alban never enjoyed experiencing. Somehow, it felt nice to him, like a weight of hundreds of caterpillars in his chest turning into butterflies inside of his stomach. His shy, pale face slowly started to smile.
The usually sweet sound of the door chime suddenly became a loud piercing noise in the cafe and the door gave a harassed thud as a child-like creature with cardboard boxes plastered all over it entered the room. No, it was more like a baby's sad attempt to cosplay a Mecha, but it didn't even seem like a human, it's left eye glowed with an evil intent almost like the stranger he met in the sewers that probably gave him the Digivice. Like the one who put him into this whole mess, the color of his cheeks slowly faded.
"I told you, Bacon. There is no such thing as a tab for a cafe; you pay up, or you leave." The Tanemon said in a sweet yet, sarcastic voice.
"Why don't you be the first then, d e a r i e?" The box-made Frankenstein monster mocked the accent of the plant Digimon, "We should have a deal, give me some of your best cookies and I won't beat you to a fruitshake."
"I'm giving you five seconds before I send you to the Dark Dimension..." But Bacon barely even nudged.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
...
...
One--
The cardboard Digimon quickly drew his hand mechanically across Tanemon's face and drove it to the floor. Alban could now see it's profile clearly as it's two rubies shined with murderous intent. It stomped the Tanemon in the face repeatedly as it cackled, only small Digimon had been left behind in the establishment and all were too afraid to stop this act of violence, all except--
"Hey! Leave her alone!"
All eyes inside the room shifted towards an awkward, blond boy who was shaking from head to toe. The Bakomon slowly stopped it's tantrum and stared Alban down with the bloody wisp in his eye.
"Or what?"
"O-or... I'll... I'll--" Alban had used all of his energy to stand up, and now he had no energy to sit down.
"Do you know who I am?" The thing said morphing his geometric body towards Alban, "This Tanemon owes me a deal, and she's not doing her part. I don't like it when people don't do what I don't like. So, what're you gonna do?"
Alban could only answer with silence.
"See this pathetic poser? Can't even finish a sentence! You humans are so weak and useless, I can't believe how funny you guys think you are!" He paused his rant to give a sarcastic laugh. "What, you think you're all high and mighty hero? Well, maybe you should stop 'coz you're making a fool of yourself. You're just a piece of garbage, a toothpick, a--"
"Stupidbakamonsaywhat?" A tiny mocking voice butt in.
"What?"
"Haha! You fell for it!" Pabumon said with delight as he made a fart noise with his tongue.
"How dare you! Don't you know how to respect someone who's in charge you pieces of--"
"What!? I can't understand you! Could you make your sentences LESS than twenty syllables?"
"Is it just me, brother? Or do I smell outdated cardboard, pyuu-whee!"
"You listen to me you little urchins, I am--"
"Oh, cut the crap, Gramps. Why don't you fight us if 'yer so damn high and mighty?" Zurumon looked at Pabumon as they giggled in unison. "Or are you..."
"I am--"
"Chicken!" The two twins began dancing around the Bearmon's head as if to imitate stupid roosters.
"I. AM--"
"Cookies? That's all you're stealing?" Zurumon snickered with his brother. "Why don't you try stealing something bigger, like a heart? Oh, wait, no one's EVER gonna love you." They started bursting into unquenchable laughter.
"I. AM. TH--"
"All bark and no bite? Boring." Zurumon sang.
"I--"
"I guess I know why you're called Bacon, cause you're toast!"
"I--"
"I'm pretty sure you don't toast bacon."
"..."
"Oh right."
"..."
"But he's obviously not bacon, because he's not even hot and he's never gonna be cool either. He's nothing!" Zurumon mocked.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME. I HAVE NO ONE! NOTHIN--"
"Did we say we cared about what it's like to be you?" Pabumon yawned, leaving a bubble floating in the air.
"We're not in the mood to deal with trash now, grampa. We already have ourselves to handle." Zurumon giggled a bit.
"What are you guys doing?" In the heat of it all, Alban was only able to regain consciousness now.
"You're our partner. What he says to you, he says to us, and we're tired of being treated like garbage by everyone." Zurumon kept an eye on both the Bakomon and the blonde child.
"Are you ready to fight, Alban?" It was the first time that he ever called him by his actual name. "Because this is how we get stronger!" Pabumon said, talking to both of his allies.
He eyed his other acquaintances as if to say to only help him if he was truly in danger.
"You want some bite, you bastards!? I'll give you some bite!" The Digimon pointed it's arms at it's two opponents ready to strike.
"Ready?"
"Steady."
"Go!"
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
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Post by Nik & Brad on Nov 27, 2016 0:10:26 GMT
It seemed what the baby digimon had said had struck a nerve with the Dorimon. Brad was slightly surprised at the tirade. He didn't know anything about junk data either, so he couldn't state his opinion on the matter. However, nothing good ever came from tempers flaring.
"Oh my... did you say that humans aren't reconfigured like digimon?" Brad asked, eyes widened slightly. "That's horrible!"
He didn't say much more other than "Yes, Tamer does seem to be an unusual way of saying partner, at least I think".
Then the black-haired human, apparently called Yuuki, said that most humans generally arrived on the Trailmon. "Ah, yes, I thought so" Brad nodded. A fairly sensible way of humans to arrive in a train station - by train.
Brad then giggled a little when the Dorimon attempted to frighten the new arrival by saying 'Boo!' loudly. Yes it was a little bit cruel, but also harmless.
The Bearmon listened in as a cafe was mentioned. That certainly caught his attention. He then realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Oh yes, my name's Brad. I'm a Bearmon" he explained the last bit to the newly arrived human. "And are you offering me some food as well? That's very kind of you".
It seemed the new human wasn't so interested about eating though. Which was unfortunate, but, Brad supposed that if one was feeling nauseous, one shouldn't eat too much. They then proceeded to the cafe. Brad humming a little as he walked in a cheerful mood. Perhaps a cinnamon donut would be good for a snack at this time of day?
Brad didn't mind at all when Pabumon and Zurumon sat atop his hat. He liked being a big enough digimon to carry the younger around if they didn't feel up to walking. Although of course he was careful to limit his head movements so he wouldn't fall off.
The Tanemon waitress appeared soon after they sat down in the delightful little cafe and took their orders. Brad of course made the donut his choice. Then the conversation moved to clothing.
"Ah yes, I've had this hat since I digivolved to my Rookie level" Brad said, quite proud of the hat where the two baby digimon were still sitting. "And as for this t-shirt, well... yes I think it works well just for fashion purposes. A human said I looked cute in it, that and it's easier to wash than my fur in case I spill food on it, so I quite enjoy just wearing it" he finished, twiddling his paws.
Then trouble arrived. Trouble in cardboard packaging form. A Bakomon appeared in the cafe, much to Tanemon's objection. However, violence soon happened. "Oh dear..." Brad said, standing up. However, he had to simply stare with his jaw slightly open as the babies proceeded to, as the streetwise kids would say - "own his boxy ass". Verbally of course. He had to chuckle a little. Well, he can't say that the Bakomon didn't deserve this treatment.
However, it seemed that Combat was soon to follow. Brad sighed, his smile fading. A fight breaking out in this cafe, it was so pointless. Instead he hoped to make his pacifist intentions known. Before the fighting could break out, the Bearmon stood between the combatants, eyeing the other rookie level.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bacon" he said to the Bakomon, hoping that was his name. "While I don't know if you get any enjoyment out of beating up baby digimon, I would like to inform you that I do not approve of it". He spoke these words clearly and firmly. "Further, a staff member of this establishment has said that you are not welcome here. Despite her not having the strength to back up her request, I think that sentiment is still strong with her and everyone else present, myself included. So. With that in mind, could you please leave?"
While Brad wasn't particularly big, he was still a Rookie level beast digimon. And since his new friends were all baby or in-training levels, it felt like it was his duty to at least stick up for them.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 27, 2016 3:47:42 GMT
Looking at the Zurumon only roll his eyes, Hikaru's eyes narrowed even further. He approached the Zurumon, inching close until they're just a milimeter apart.
"...I'm normally chill, but when someone do that so blatantly after they think they can judge me after they tell their sb story then they are so wrong. You're lucky that I'm not Dorumon already, otherwise I'll spank your nonexistent ass, Zurumon. Give respect when it's due... otherwise I won't give you any shred of respect either. Do not expect all Digimon to be like this. You should know it already... out there, even a slight amount of disrespect would whoop your ass and potentially endanger your companion. Control your mannerism." then he turned to the Bearmon. "Yep, human die when they're killed. I think that much is obvious."
...Still, what happened afterward in the cafe made both Yuuki and Hikaru winced. They never seen anyone this ballsy to rip off their own appendage for that. Granted, if he recall it, he seem to remember that some Jyureimon does indeed do that, but... a Tanemon... is rather a strange territory for them. They ordered some food for themselves, with Yuuki opting for some omelette rice and water while Hikaru some meatballs and juice.
"Alban," Hikaru suddenly started. "Rather than asking your partner, you should probably ask the person directly about their choice of clothes whether it's normal or not. I don't think it's such a sensitive question anyway.."
...Apparently Hikaru found his behavior a bit rude.
"Anyway, my kilt is here because I just love wearing it as fashion statement. Nothing else. Oh, I took it off for battle, so there's that."
...Still, it doesn't make what Alban did back then when the Tanemon left... felt nice either. Yuuki tried his best to contain his sigh from leaking out. Just how much a dirt hating this guy is? What if he haven't took any bath, would he somehow judge him? Well, whatever the case was, he decided to wait for the meal. He's not addressed in this table, so he decided that it's best to not do anything about it.
Still, the next situation actually made Yuuki finally turned around to the source of the ruckus. He found some Bakomon actually physically assaulting the Tanemon from back then? Not only that, he shows attitude of a bully. This made Yuuki's blood boil slightly. However, before he could even took his painkiller, he saw Alban goes to her defense first.
...Only to treated like a weakling by the Digimon. His blood boils even further, but apparently his partner did much better than them... still, it doesn't mean he would stay silent. Yuuki quickly downed a pill from his bottle and sighed. Yep, he's FURIOUS. With a movement befitting of a 1st dan in Judo, Yuuki used the table as a leverage, leaped toward the Bakomon, doing a sweeping kick toward his outstretched arm that is ready to strike. The left arm he used to support him creaked loudly, like metal grinding against metal. Thanks to the painkiller, he doesn't feel anything, though. He took a while to return his left arm to its original position. Damn metal for muscles and bone!
"Human are weak, you say? Doesn't matter. To me, Alban's courage is much more noble than your sort of power... no, it's just like a filth to his courage! When you're just child stage, you think you're so high and mighty!? One here can seriously fight if you ask for it! HIKARU!"
"Right!"
Whether that hit hits him or not, Hikaru already leaped toward the Bakomon and shoot out his iron pebbles to his eyes. A foul move? Doesn't care. It's called strategy!
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Post by cylesic on Nov 27, 2016 5:28:38 GMT
"My name is NOT Bacon!"
Ribbons formed behind the Bacomon's back and aimed at the Bearmon with the sharp tentacles. Before they could even reach the ursine creature, Zurumon and Pabumon quickly made their way to spit out bubbles which slowed the movements of the blades. Bacomon's eyes left an angry contrail when his attack didn't take full hit, an iron pebble quickly hit him across the face but before the next marble could connect he dodged backwards like a puppet and the red orb that was his eye glared at the blue thing.
A shriek mixed with pain and annoyance echoed through the small place as a ribbon swatted away multiple tables and chairs like a metal blade. Panicking Digimon escaped the battle field before they were nothing but mincemeat, some kept an eye on the glass spectating the battle. Was no one going to call the Digi-Police? Alban thought to himself.
"Alban, buddy, open up your Digivice." Zurumon kept a stance against the Bakomon that no longer had obstacles.
Inside of the interface, Alban stared at a foreign language he had never seen before. HP? Energy? Hunger? Why was this all calculated on this device with bars? EXP, somehow that was the only thing he knew about, it must have been an acronym for experience points. How come these words only showed up now, the Digivice was empty the entire time he had held unto it.
"As our partner, it's up to you to decide how we battle based on the thingy-ma-what'sit's you see on that screen." Zurumon said, "You can help us strategize, but we'll obviously be doing all the battling."
This was all such a foreign concept in Alban's head. W-was this like a game? Is this how you fight in games and gain experience? Is this violence going to be what allows them to become stronger? Alban's moral compass began warping in his chest and all he could do was stare at the screen and cheer for his partners from under his breath.
Zurumon jumped from the top of Brad's head and charged towards the Bacomon which immediately retorted with a whip that pierced through what was supposed to be Zurumon's chest and hooked to a ceiling. Alban retracted until he remembered that his partner was literally just a blob of muck, he looked at the Digivice and quickly saw the HP diminish by a small bar. Was this HP thing how much damage they could take? What if the bar becomes empty?
Zurumon shifted his body like a slug in fast motion and used the red, vinyl lash to slide quickly towards the Bacomon and when it literally met the creature face-to-face, it shot a liquid at it's face that colored it's face with an iridescent, petroleum-like substance. The Bacomon quickly cupped it's face in pain with the ribbon still latched unto the ceiling slowing down it's movements, Zurumon plopped down on the ground and made it's way to the enemy's opposite side, it made a fart-sound with it's tongue before the Bacomon launched another sharp string which hooked down to the ground. Alban noticed a pattern here.
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
"Make a mess." Were these words actually coming out of Alban's mouth?
"けっぺきしょう..." ("Keppekishou...")
Pabumon looked back at his partner who looked back at his brother's battle. It seemed like every ribbon that Bacomon sent launching in the air stopped becoming sentient when it hooked unto a surface, he looked back at his partner who was having the same idea as he was.
"If it's a mess you're asking for, that's our expertise." Pabumon gave a small chuckle as he jumped up to the opposite side of the Bacomon.
A small pebble hit Bacomon again and he looked around him at the blue creature and threw another ribbon, flying like a crimson arrow towards the target. Pabumon spit out bubbles at the enemy's eyes which made him flinch and slightly changed the trajectory of his attack. He looked back at the green blob of smile and attempted to pierce the Pabumon, it slammed it down but only caused his body to spread. Some of the blobs refused to come back as the slime retracted his body to his original form and as Alban looked at his Digivice, he saw another bar on HP disappear.
"How dare you do that to my brother!" Shouted Zurumon behind the Bacomon.
"I told you! You've no idea who 'yer messing with!" The Rookie Digimon screamed with a squeaking voice.
Six ribbons had already been grounded on the floor and to the common eye, it was fairly obvious what the trio had been doing. The more ribbons he shot around in random areas, the more he'd get tangled around to the point where he could no longer move. Without even damaging their opponent, they were half-way through to incapacitating their rival. Whether or not Alban's allies would intercept differently, he would still continue with his tactic.
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Post by Nik & Brad on Nov 27, 2016 7:16:57 GMT
Brad definitely didn't expect the next thing to happen. Rather than tensions simmering down, instead, the human actually came flying into battle and aimed a sweeping kick at the Bakomon. Brad hadn't thought humans were that powerful, although, there was something kind of different about Yuuki. He seemed like he was trained for combat.
He had little time to react to this when the Bakomon aimed an attack straight at him. Brad's eyes widened as the tentacles sprouted from seemingly nowhere, hurtling straight at him. Then the bubbles from Pabumon and Zurumon slowed them down. This gave Brad enough time to sidestep and duck from them, evading the hit and more importantly, preventing the digimon on his head from getting harmed.
The fight then erupted heavily around the cafe. Brad cringed at the damage that was being caused, but he gasped with shock as the Pabumon was hit. He managed to re-constitute his body, but, that had felt like it was a step too far.
Brad hadn't wanted to fight. He had wanted to just settle this peacefully, but, it seemed the Bakomon was not willing to listen to reason. And he was even aiming attacks at the babies. There were few things that made the Bearmon angry, and this was one of them.
His eyes narrowed, a growling noise sounded from his chest. Golden energy gathered in his paw. His blue eyes seemed to flash with anger, until finally with a cry of "Rail Smash!" he punched the ground. At once, golden energy rushed along the floor, hurtling toward where Bakomon was standing. When the energy reached him, a burst of energy would blast from the ground.
"Pabumon! Zurumon! Both of you stay behind me!" he commanded. They could not take many attacks from a Rookie level. He, on the other hand, could. It was a shame he wasn't as big or heavy as other Bearmon, then he could use his bulk to easily crush this opponent. But, he would have to make do with what he had. "You too, Hikaru, I don't want this baby-basher hurting you either"
However, Brad saw their plan slowly coming into fruition. He'd therefore do his best to interpose himself between them and Bakomon. After all they had just hatched, he didn't want them or their human partner to be harmed.
Battle messages:
- Brad evades the slowed tentacle-thing attack from Bakomon. - Brad uses Rail Smash on Bakomon. - Brad takes a forward position to protect the baby digimon.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 27, 2016 8:37:57 GMT
Yuuki was too focused on the battle that he doesn't even pay attention to what happened to the other member. All he know is that this Bakomon is something that he need to turn in to the officials quickly. Now, he need to somehow seize a moment to attack. Despite his obviously long experience in Digital World, he's not a superhuman to the point of could survive an attack to vital area. Despite his bone and muscles on the left arm somehow turned into metal, that doesn't mean that he could tank the pain if he's hit on that side. He only got thirty minutes to help Hikaru.
To the Bakomon's attack, Hikaru was about to dodge, but apparently he was helped by one of the two new friends. He grinned. Quickly while it's distracted, Hikaru did a skidding turn to the Bakomon's rear. This time, he aimed a body slam toward Bakomon's unguarded leg in hope for toppling him down. Yuuki who noticed his partner's plan also spring to action. tossing the tea poured for the group to the face of the Bakomon, in hope that somehow it will caught him off guard. Regardless of whether it hits or not, Hikaru returned to the front, where the Bearmon suddenly sprang to action. Wow, Brad looks really manly somehow!
"Dude, no offense and I'm really happy for your concern, but I have fought a Porcupamon in my first debut in Digital World as a Dorumon. Actually, it was actually a Waru Monzaemon and I was a Dorugamon. I nearly died but I survived after we ran from it. That battle is still very fresh in my mind, so... I will not easily go down, don't you worry. I can fight, and I will fight."
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Post by cylesic on Nov 27, 2016 13:57:44 GMT
Bacomon stumbled back, somehow he was gang up on by not just these two poor excuses for Digimon, but now he was being attacked by three other Digimon. How he got into so much trouble was beyond him, but he had a reputation to keep and he wasn't about to lose. "Thanks!" Pabumon said while launching a bubble at the back of Bacomon's head. "But, I don't really think it'd be too necessary!" Zurumon continued the sentence of his twin at the opposite end as he hit the opponent with a similar bubble. Bacomon scratched off the liquid on his face and then positioned himself in a strong stance and a snicker came out of his blank face as if whatever creature was inside of the amalgamation of boxes was carrying a sick, smug smile. His body barely moved while anticipating for the next Digimon's attack and quickly countered their next barrage, his limbs shook in fast-forwarded stop-motion as a box from his own "skin" formed on one of his hands, without a second of delay, he threw the box at Pabumon and then Zurumon which resulted into a small explosion of confetti which knocked the twins down into the dirt. "You guys like my Transdelivery move? Makes things easier to deal with you idiots.""Pabumon! Zurumon! Both of you stay behind me!"Alban wanted to rush to his friend's sides. Friends? His brain thought for a second, why did he have the sudden urge to protect these two so bad. But even if he wanted to rush by his side, he stood frozen once again, The Bacomon could no longer be restrained by the ribbons as he was no longer using them. Why was he using explosives in this close range? How was he going to defeat them so easily. He slowly shifted his eyes towards the Digivice on his hand, frozen in time and the bar on the HP was reduced to only 1/4 of the bar. A golden, heroic aura burst through the cracks of the jaw-breaker like floor and a shock wave sent Bacomon flying, the ribbons still attached to his back.The Bacomon slowly inched upwards to stand up, his head looked towards the equally-leveled rival with an ungodly speed and the red orb in his eyes continued to glow even more brighter. The ominous crimson leaking from his eyes rivaled the hopeful glow of Brad, the same light that came from the floor. This was probably the power of a Digimon. If Bearmon was only a Rookie, how powerful would Pabumon and Zurumon be if they got to it. Would they be just as awesome as Brad, his eyes sparkled with curiosity and bit by bit he gained control of his body. His eyes shifted to Brad who had the two seemingly young Digimon behind his back but for some reason they were no longer there. "Heh, finally, someone worth fighting." Bacomon said as he evoked another ribbon from behind him, green slime leaking from the tips. The crimson spear pierced through the air towards Brad, it's trajectory where Brad's nose was. The moment it crashed into the next surface, it dangled lifeless like a tightrope. He created another box in his hand and launched it at Bearmon, a bomb of dangerous ignition and shrapnel and confetti flying through the air.
Battle Messages:
- Pabumon and Zurumon hit Bacomon for more damage!
- Transdelivery has damaged Pabumon and Zurumon
- Bacomon attacked Bearmon
- W-wait a second! Where's Pabumon and Zurumon!?
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Post by Nik & Brad on Nov 27, 2016 14:39:20 GMT
Brad didn't call out when Hikaru didn't in fact stay behind him, he aimed to flank the Bakomon. Which, he supposed, was alright, but he would be quite upset if the Dorimon came to harm.
Then Hikaru explained that he had to go through far worse than this. Brad nodded as he acknowledged that. "Okay, well, if you're certain" he said, hesitantly. He glared at the Bakomon. "For the love of Homeostasis, will you stop attacking the babies?! You're only making it worse for yourself!" he snarled.
Then Bakomon complied by aiming an attack square at Brad's nose. The Bearmon raised his paws by reflex to block the hit, since it was coming way too fast to dodge. It struck hard on the back of his left paw, causing him some pain, but he ended up catching it with his right.
Brad was thinking how to use this development when all of a sudden, a box came rushing at him, full of shrapnel and explosives. Brad did the only thing he could do in this time, he picked up a chair and held it in front of him like a shield. The box exploded in a cloud of shrapnel and confetti. Brad was thrown back several feet, but he was still holding on via the 'tentacle' and managed to remain upright. He groaned, some of the shrapnel had of course ripped through the chair and caused considerable discomfort as it lodged in his body, but, he hadn't taken the full blast at least.
Already angry at the Bakomon for continuing to fight the baby digimon, he was now more livid than he could remember. He ran forward, pulling the Bakomon toward him, then let go of the tentacle and raised his right paw with a slashing motion and a cry of "Rumble Ripper!"
This Bear was getting up close and personal now. If this box monster was going to continue to attack the little digimon, he'd have to make him stop doing that.
Battle messages:
- Brad is struck by the tentacle strike but catches it. - Brad attempts to block the box with a chair, reduces damage but still gets hit by shrapnel. - Brad uses Rumble Ripper on Bakomon.
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Post by yuuki on Nov 27, 2016 15:59:33 GMT
The fight only get uglier by moments. Both Baby I Digimons are probably having the hardest time in their life against this monster. Hikaru have no idea what made this strange box to never attacked him other than once. Not helping that he cannot help much for now, but... this is the perfect time isn't it? Yuuki whipped out his Digivice finally, grinning fearlessly at the Bakomon. Despite it keeps attacking, now the table will be turned around. The Dorimon too, is grinning now that he know what will come next. The Baby II stage Digimon landed in front of his human partner.
"...Hikaru."
"OU!"
The screen of the device flashed and along with it, several words indicating evolution is happening ran through the screen, revealing the change of form from Dorimon to Dorumon. Hikaru quickly enveloped by cocoon of data.
"Dorimon shinka!"
Soon after, the cocoon slowly vanishes, revealing Hikaru in his Dorumon form. "Dorumon! Now I'll show you how it's done!"
After looking that the moment is right, Hikaru dashed toward the opponent. Brad's attack whooshing beside him, but he doesn't care that much. He need to stop this guy. Brad is right, this can't go on. Hikaru opened his mouth when the Bacomon is on his range. Immediately, he shoot out shining pearl-like object from his mouth. The attack launches at speed faster than the Bacomon's box, and what's worse, it will pack even bigger punch.
Quickly, Hikaru jumped away from his initial position. If that attack hits, it'll push the Bacomon back and lower down his reaction speed.
Battle Summary: * Hikaru evolved * Hikaru used his Gleaming Bomb skill. If hit it'll push the Bacomon back and lower his reaction speed.
Gleaming Bomb: (Cooldown: 1 turn)
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