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Post by Duncan Van Zan on Feb 7, 2017 15:59:36 GMT
One, two. One, two, cross. One, two, three.
The rhythmic thuds of his padded fists against the heavy bag and his breathing is all that could be heard in the small garage that he worked out in. It was nice, being able to train alone. His parents paid for him to go to the local gym, but that was mainly so he wouldn't get into their hair. Preferring solitude over a crowded gym, he used the little money he scrapped up and bought some of his own things. A heavy bag, a speed bag, some some weights is all he had, but it was enough.
Finishing up, he removes his gloves and tosses them onto a small bench but he knocks something into the floor. “What the...?” He wonders out load. He doesn't remember putting anything on the bench. As he walks over, the small thing that fell lights up and starts beeping. Duncan picks up the small device and turns it over in his hand. It looked like a pager, or some type of pocket game. It was black with red grips, and even though he had never seen it before, it had his Spartan Wolf design on the back.
“What is this thing?” He mutters to himself.
“Why, Its a Digivice! What else would it be?” A squeaky voice chimes in from behind Duncan, startling him and making him fall backwards. He trips on a dumbbell and falls, hitting his head hard on the ground. The last thing he remembers before he loses consciousness is a small blue fuzz ball with bright yellow eyes bouncing toward him.
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Post by Duncan Van Zan on Feb 7, 2017 18:29:02 GMT
Duncan wakes with a start, his heart racing, head pounding, and in a near panic. There was some creature talking to him before he fell.. Or was it just a hallucination? His head did hurt pretty bad, must of hit it hard. Rubbing the back of his head, he looks around the small garage. Sure it was just an hallucination, he rises to his feet.
“I’ve got to be more careful.”He mutters under hisbreath and starts to leave the garage and go back into his home, but he kicks something and send it skittering across the floor. Confused, he bends over and picks it up. It was the same device he had before he had fallen. Glacing around the room, he puts his back toward a wall. If this was real, then that little creature was too. “Alright you weird little thing. Come out here where i can see you!”He says loudly, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny in the garage.
“I’m not weird!”that same squeaky voice says, jumping from beneath a table and landing ontop of Duncan’s heavy bag. “I’m a Digimon!”it says, sticking its tongue out at Duncan.
“A what?”Duncan asks, taking a closer look at the blue striped creature before him. It has blue and white stripped fur, amber eyes, cat ears, a M on its head, and a long, catlike tail.
“A D-I-G-I-M-O-N. Yeesh. My name is Wanyamon. Whats yours?” Wanyamon says, hopping down from the heavy bag and bouncing toward Duncan. "Let's be friends!"
"Wan..ya..mon?" Duncan says, still dumbfounded about the fuzzy thing in front of him, that stops and returns to confused look.
"You sure don't look like any Wanyamon I've ever met!" Wanyamon says laughing.
"No! My name is Duncan.." He is cut off by a car pulling into the driveway. Waynamon gets visibly upset.
"Hurry Duncan! You have to hide me!" Without hesitation Duncan grabs Wanyamon, stuffs him into a backpack.
"Keep quiet till I say." Duncan says and hurriedly pulls on his shirt and leaves the garage, passing his parents who were coming in. "I'm going out for awhile. Be back later." He says before walking away without letting his parents even awnser him.
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Post by Duncan Van Zan on Feb 8, 2017 7:34:51 GMT
Laying in his bed, Duncan watches his new partner who was using his tongue to flip through one of his old books. He looks down at the Digivice that he has in his hand and can't help but to smile.
His mind was still reeling from his encounter at the park. Learning about Digimon and the Digital World, talking to creatures that most people would run from. Most importantly, he learned about the relationship between Digimon and Tamer.
He was excited for the first time in a long time. Letting his mind wonder, he daydreamed about what this Digital World was like and what adventures they would have when they went. Wanyamon wakes him from his daydream by jumping onto his bed.
"Duncan, Who is your favorite Knight of the Round Table?"
"Sir Galahad. He is by far my favorite. Ferocious in battle and nearly unmatched in skill. It's said of all the Knights, he was the only one to find the Holy Grail." Duncan picks Wanyamon up and sets him next to him in bed before flipping the light off.
"Duncan....will you name me Galahad? That way I'm always your favorite?" Wanyamon says, sounding half asleep. After a long pause, Duncan places a hand on Wanyamon.
"Of course I will, but You will always be my favorite. If it makes you feel better, Galahad it is. Now go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."
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