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Post by Marshal North on Dec 29, 2016 3:39:16 GMT
It had been a few days since Marshal had abandoned Coronamon in the Digital World. Life was back to normal, or at least as normal as life could be now. Marshal's mother had asked him where Coronamon was, but he dodged the question. He hardly talked to his mother, and hadn't had any contact with any of his Tamer friends in days. Truly, it was as if Digimon had never been a part of Marshal's life, and he was back to his old, lazy self. He had been even more depressed than usual lately, just going through the motions of school and life without taking notice of anything around him. What else is new? he thought to himself. Since he had been at school more often, he spent most of his time in the music room being generally depressing and playing the piano. The school day was wrapping up and Marshal sat at the piano, hunched over, playing a sad tune. He sang along, his voice clear and beautiful. It wasn't very often that Marshal sang, though he did have a talent for it. Music in general was his passion. |
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Post by Maia on Dec 29, 2016 4:35:11 GMT
"Oh, we left the paints in the music room earlier! Oops! Guess we'll have to work on a different part of the project today!"
Art students were dumb. Why did anyone take paints into the music room, anyway? What were they painting in there? It wasn't like the art club painted instruments in their free time. Or painted the musicians, for that matter.
At least, they had better not. Otherwise, Maia really didn't want the paints back.
Either way, the teen really didn't want to wait for someone else to take the initiative to go get the supplies, and instead found herself standing outside of the music room shortly after. But, just as one hand pressed on the door, realization struck that someone was playing within. Oh. Did she really want to risk interrupting their song? Then again, was it really polite to wait outside, and eavesdrop like this? Either way, it felt like a lose-lose as far as being rude went.
So, instead, the tamer finally slid the door open, slipping into the music-filled room, with intent to just grab her supplies and leave without interrupting anything. But, intent tends to waver with ease, it seemed. Especially when eyes fell onto the voice behind the piano.
While fears of interrupting a musician had once been held high, the surprise of their identity had ended that thought process entirely. Instead, the blonde found herself standing just inside the door, watching and listening. So much for trying not to be rude!
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Post by Marshal North on Dec 29, 2016 4:46:23 GMT
Marshal's fingers danced across the keyboard as his voice floated effortlessly through the air. There was pain in his song, that much was clear. He kept going even after the door had opened and someone was clearly sitting in the entryway. He didn't care. It was his way of coping with life's problems. He didn't even notice the person that walked in.
He finished the song with a beautiful E major chord that sat in the space for a while before finally fading away. With a deep, shaky breath, Marshal looked up from the piano and saw Maia standing in the doorway. "Hey," he said quietly, looking down. He wasn't sure how ready he was to talk to anyone from the Digital World, least of all the one who had helped him from the very beginning.
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Post by Maia on Dec 29, 2016 5:19:14 GMT
Gently closing the door, to prevent interrupting anyone in the hallways, the girl waited and listened. Amber eyes took in the scene, as if trying to memorize the details. Did she even hear the song, so much as she watched it? It emanated sorrow. Or was it discomfort? Whatever it may be, it didn't feel like it was just a song that was being played because Marshal was in a fantastic mood.
Even the way that the other tamer had greeted Maia wasn't usual. "Hey," she murmured, taking another step into the room. This seemed like an extreme change from Marshal's usual. Even from the day that she had met him, the boy didn't seem this... quiet? Was this how Marshal acted when Coronamon wasn't with him? Maybe that fire cat had some affect on his personality.
After all, Maia hadn't seen Marshal at school before today. Or without Coronamon, ever. But, she couldn't just ignore the potential that this really was abnormal for him. What if something bad had happened in the Digital World? Or the real world, for that matter? "Is everything alright?"
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Post by Marshal North on Dec 29, 2016 5:42:54 GMT
"No."
What else needed to be said, really? Marshal's eyes were sunken and riddled with bags. It wasn't clear whether he had been sleeping too much, or too little. There were dried tear marks on his face. Who knew how long he had been in there? Weren't there supposed to be classes in here, anyway? Whereas the once-confident Tamer Marshal had been trying to take more care in his appearance, today's Marshal looked like he hadn't shaved in days, with a ratty beard covering his neck and face. His hair was flying every which-way, and was much longer than usual.
Marshal sighed and explained to Maia what was going on. "I...abandoned Coronamon," he said. It was the first time he had said his partner's name since he left, and it stung his heart to speak. He was nearly devoid of emotion when he spoke, like he had let it all out already and had nothing left. "I'm not fit to be a Tamer."
He had been repeating that sentence ad nauseum since he had woken up after the mission at Terabyte Mountain. It was true, wasn't it? All this time, he thought the two of them were destined for greatness, but in the end they were nothing more than two more faces in the crowd.
"We...went on a mission with some other Tamers we knew," he continued. "It was on that mountain in the north. Remember? The one where we had gotten stuck in a few months ago? Anyway, things got really out of hand, and I made a choice that nearly got everyone killed. Coronamon and I did this crazy thing and, like, fused or something, but the one guy was still injured pretty bad, and the younger kid's Digimon weren't doing so hot either. Oh, god, I could've gotten Colin killed..." he stopped himself and looked away, eyes shut tight.
"I made a terrible mistake that nearly got at least seven people killed," he summarized. "Here, I thought the two of us were doing so well, but in the end...I'm still that same lazy asshole who stepped on that train by coincidence. Coronamon's probably furious with me for running away. He'll probably never want to talk to me again, but I wouldn't want to talk to me again, either."
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Post by Maia on Dec 29, 2016 6:21:58 GMT
Oh well, that was-- Wait. Did he say no?
That changed everything.
Maia's eyes widened, hearing that he had abandoned Coronamon. Abandoned where? Back in the Digital World? That couldn't be safe for the poor Digimon! Even Maia couldn't think of legitimately leaving Kuu behind, at this point. They'd been through too much together. Even if the reasoning resonated alarmingly well.
"You fused," the girl repeated, lowly. Like spirit users? Odd. And, Maia couldn't really grasp who Colin was, or anyone else involved, but tried to put herself in Marshal's shoes for the entire story. Or, the little that was actually explained. If she had almost gotten others killed, even just one person, it would have seriously damaged her already limited faith in being a tamer.
But, seven people?
Okay, she really needed to focus on saying something, while Marshal was moping. But, why didn't anything sound right? So instead of any consolation, the girl pulled out one of her sketchbooks, and a pencil, and began lightly scribbling. Marshal probably didn't really want Maia staring at him, anyway, so she'd work on something else while the images were fresh in her mind. He looked like a complete mess, and her staring at him 'judgingly' probably would only make him feel worse.
"Maybe you're right," she started, bluntly. So much for trying not to make the guy feel worse! Pencil scratched across paper, already working to make shapes into their more-defined objects. "But, that doesn't explain your digivice," the teen was quick to add. "If you weren't meant to be a tamer, you wouldn't have ever received it." Did he have it now, though? It was a worrying thought that the boy had possibly broken or thrown away the device.
And, it really wasn't fair to assume Coronamon's feelings about things! That rookie probably loved his tamer far too much to ever get that mad at him! "Coronamon's your friend, though. I really don't think he'd even be able to stay mad at you for long." Maia murmured, trying to think of encouraging words. After all, it wasn't like she did this comforting thing very often! "So, you made a mistake. We all do," she pointed out. Similar to how she always held her own partner back from digivolving when he needed to! "Sometimes, that kind of thing happens to help us learn." Yeah, like Maia needed to learn from her own words! "Coronamon's your partner. If anyone is going to forgive you, and want to talk all of this over, it's going to be him."
Erasing a few of the sketch marks in her notebook, she paused to look at Marshal. "Where did you abandon him, anyway?"
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Post by Marshal North on Dec 29, 2016 6:58:24 GMT
Marshal listened to Maia's advice and consolation with an expressionless face. "I left him and the D-Arc at an inn in Snowflake Village," he muttered. "I opened a Digi-Port, laid my Digivice on the table, and walked out."After listening to Maia's words, he let a silence sit across the room for a moment, the only sound was the quiet scratching of Maia's pencil on paper. With a deep breath, Marshal was suddenly inspired to perform another song for Maia. It started off with a somber piano solo, but this time was different. There was something else in the music. Maybe...a bit of hope. With a deep, shaky breath, Marshal started singing once more. "I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you
If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me?
God only knows what I'd be without you~" Once he finished, Marshal had to wipe a few tears away from his eyes. He laughed out of emotion and looked up at Maia. Something in his song had jumped out at him and spoke to him while he was playing. That was why he did this. Music was always such a powerful force to him that had gotten him through some of the toughest points in his life. It was just a matter of finding the right tune. "Maia," he said, "I need you to take me back. I'm not going to let this one mistake define me. It's like you said, I was chosen for a reason, and I've got a responsibility to the Digital World and Coronamon." He stood up from the bench and continued wiping his eyes. "Thank you for reminding me of that." |
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Post by Maia on Dec 29, 2016 7:24:01 GMT
Okay. So, at least Marshal didn't just abandon Coronamon in the middle of the wilderness somewhere. That was a relief! And, with silence filling the room, the girl continued working on her sketch. What was there really to say? The tamer never needed to try to be good with words. Drawing was her outlet, not speech!
Pencil stopped, hearing the music start up again. Amber eyes lifted, to watch the teen return to playing his music. Memorizing again? Or listening, for once? This song sounded melancholy, yes, but less pained at the same time. Probably a good sign.
Occasionally, eyes would shift to the page, adjusting a few details, but overall, it seemed that the girl was far more interested in paying attention to the piece that was fleeting. And, with it done, Maia folded her hands in front of her, sketchbook still within them, but clearly not being worked on any further.
He wanted to go back? "Alright," the girl gave a small smile. This was a good sign. She didn't want to think about Coronamon being stuck all alone for any longer than necessary! "I'll have to pick up Kuu from home, first, though." After all, she wasn't willing to go anywhere without her own partner! Especially not to someplace as dangerous as the Digital World!
Taking a few steps closer, the girl wished she could have helped Marshal stop crying. But, sometimes, tears were good. And, it wasn't like she carried tissues in her bag! Kuu would eat them! "I'm just glad you're not going to leave your friend behind," she admitted. Though, really, Coronamon wasn't just Marshal's friend. He was Maia and Kuu's friend, too. Just, on a different kind of level. "Do you want to, uh, clean up a little before you reunite?" After all, Marshal looked like a total mess!
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Post by Marshal North on Dec 29, 2016 7:31:17 GMT
Marshal rubbed at his cheek, his coarse facial hair making slight scratching sounds as he brushed up against it. "Yeah, that would probably be good. I must look pretty awful, huh?" He laughed, something he hadn't done in days. "I'll go home and clean up, and I'll meet you and Kuu at the train station in a little bit, okay?"
Marshal was so overcome with emotion that he jumped up and hugged Maia. "I can't thank you enough," he said, his voice starting to break. Realizing that it was probably a little sudden and awkward, he pulled away and cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'll meet you at the train station, then. See you there!" He bowed politely and ran off, eager to go find his partner once again.
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Post by Maia on Dec 29, 2016 7:56:47 GMT
Oh, jeez. Maia could actually hear Marshal's stubble. That was a definite sign that the guy needed to shave! "Just a little," the girl tried to tease, bringing her index finger and thumb close to one another, trying to emphasize 'little.'
But, it definitely seemed that the boy was back on track to being more like himself. Even if that did include a very surprising hug! Not having expected it at all, the girl froze up, only managing to move her hands up to return the hug seconds before it was separated. After all that he'd been through, it was amazing that Marshal was handling things so well, really.
"Yes, the train station," Maia repeated, with a small smile and a nod, before Marshal took off. The girl looked over to where the art club's paints were, before letting out a sigh. Oh well. They could get their own paints!
So, with that, she was quick to leave the school to go collect her Digimon. After all, she wouldn't want to keep Marshal waiting on something this important!
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