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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 21:28:43 GMT
What had she heard of this place?
Well once it had been destroyed, but that wasn't a terrible surprise. Looking at how everything was structured, how it was built and what it was made of it seemed like even a rookie that went rampant could cause some serious harm. But on the scale of the entire place being destroyed? It would take an army of them to do so wouldn't it?
These thoughts and more passed idly through the mind of a particular Shutmon taking the time to meander through the streets. Rain dampening the fur and a soft breeze causing a slight tilt of the water droplets. It was obvious they had been out in this weather for quite some time brooding over something.
They were soaked through the fur and even down to the bone, but did they care? No. It was paltry to what pains they had felt before, and the pains they would never feel again if certain things went ary.
Even if this town was friendly and welcoming, it was plain to see that others that even wandered out into the streets proper avoided her. There was a dangerous air around her. Not one that meant she'd attack per say.. but one that would make it hard to approach such a being.
She brushed the hair out of her eyes and took a seat on a chest high wall that cut the street proper from what was the attempt at a park. The rain still continued to fall as it would for hours yet. But the digimon wouldn't move, it was a strange sight to behold.
Eventually the clouds parted and gave way to the moon itself as the night had been entered properly a long time ago. But yet the digimon still didn't move; but the fear from others was easy to see.
What was she doing here?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 5, 2018 0:32:06 GMT
Frankly, Isaac didn't even want to go to town after what had happened. He didn't know if he could trust himself after what had happened to Alicia and Mitsuko. Yet, there was still just one important step left in being able to strive for his freedom. Two spirits were still remaining before he could fill the connections of his spirit line and earn his freedom. He couldn't find those by just sealing himself in a room where he couldn't hurt anybody, right? It wasn't like they'd magically come on over to him.
It was one hell of a choice that Isaac had before him. He could go out into the world and explore, putting both himself and others back in harm's way. Or he could just lock himself up and throw out the key, and condemn himself to this existence forever for the sake of everyone else. It was hard not to find the latter appealing, but . . .
Elliot'd never forgive him if he did that, would he?
That was why the Impmon crept through the streets of Rustport, the first of many stops on his quest for his remaining spirits. He tried to keep away from the main streets, even though he knew nobody here would recognize him. Unfortunately, the turned the shady back alleys of Rustport basically turned into rain catchers in this weather, and unless Isaac wanted to have tons of water dumped over his head he knew he'd have to get out. He ducked under the awning of a local store, grumbling slightly as he did his best to keep out of anybody's hair.
Most people had just gone inside. You know, like normal people. For this reason, the only ones left on the street were Isaac and . . . a Shutmon? She was just walking around in the rain, people giving her wide berth as she made her rounds. Now, even as the clouds parted, she still just kept standing there. It was a little unnerving, but he got the sense that there was something weighing on her mind.
For now, though, he didn't say anything. He just waited under his awning, watching.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2018 12:52:18 GMT
She was mulling over the loss of her inn, the loss of all the people there and the constant pain she'd have to endure without them. There was no replacing them and the life she had there. Even if she spent a thousand years building the place again it wouldn't have the same effect as the last one did. It wouldn't have the warmth and desire that people felt when they arrived there.
With the rain gone and her mind somewhat on rather intense motives she found herself looking around. Not for some escape, not out of a desire to leave this place. She'd gently shake herself off as the rain had stopped so there was no real reason for her to be wet at this point.
Her icy blue eyes however settled on an Impmon; there was a small moment of surprise and she'd tilt her head slightly as she noted that he wasn't inside like everyone else. That he hadn't avoided looking at her like many did, in fact he seemed to be just watching her. With a simple gesture she'd beckon him to come over; curious what he might have to say or might want to do.
"You need something little one?"
There was very little to be heard in her voice, she was tired, she was alone and she was dealing with stress that normal people didn't have to. Most digimon around her were not as long lived nor did they likely have a chance to ever get to that point. But this didn't stop her from stepping out of her problems to see what might be needed of her.
She hadn't a clue this set her apart from so many as it was...
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 17, 2018 2:34:19 GMT
Isaac shrugged, heading over to where the Shutmon was standing. After all, it seemed like she was trying to get his attention, and he needed a distraction from just walking around and wallowing in his own stress.
The first thing he noticed was that the Digimon sounded so worn down and tired. Her voice was more like a whisper than anything concrete, as if she would fade away if he even thought about looking away from her. Nevertheless, her question was all too clear. 'Need something?' Isaac pondered on it. He needed a lot, really. He needed time travel, so he wouldn't end up stabbing his friend through the chest like an asshat. He needed a chance to get away from everyone, Digimon and humans alike. He needed Maia, oh so badly. Most of all, though, he needed this god-forsaken D-Reaper purged out of his head, like, yesterday.
How could he say any of that, though? It was fairly obvious that this was weighing on him, but he still refused to shove that onto someone else. Especially not with how tired and weary she already sounded. "I'm fine. I just needed to get away from everything for a bit," Isaac admitted. "Figured it'd be a good reason to finally check out Rustport.
What about you? Can't say I've seen someone just sitting outside in the rain like that before." It was the desert, or at least damn close to it. Rain usually sent people heading for the hills, not wandering around contemplating stuff.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 12:11:34 GMT
K shifted just a little bit as the Impmon headed over to her; shrugging at her gesture for him to come over. The other seemed to speak to her simply just by coming over. There was a long congo line of things that she could sense which needed to be addressed but they were all summed up in one simple question. Perhaps it was such a loaded one that the other didn't really know how to respond to it?
The shutmon shifted slightly and stared quietly at them. She didn't want to push them to do something they didn't need to or want to. After all she didn't know them very well and it was possible that the myriad of problems that they had were none of her actual business.
She'd slowly exhale and run a hand through her mane shaking out just a little bit of the water that had settled into it before looking to the impmon again. They seemed young to her, which wasn't much of a surprise.
"You came to a good place to do that then. Never found a city as friendly as this...
There wasn't a massive population here and while most of the digimon she had met here were friendly they kept to their own. She'd blink a few times and rub her muzzle at his question. She had a plethora of problems of her own and many of them were numbing. The shutmon chuckled softly and leaned just a bit, putting her elbows on her legs.
"I like the rain, it's soothing and reminds me of my place."
The shutmon sighed slowly and shook her head slightly; it wasn't an outright lie.. but there were problems attached to her that she wasn't even sure how to go over.
"You could say I came here to do the same thing as you. I've never been to Rustport before... So I thought coming here might just help."
There was a soft sigh and the shutmon rubbed her muzzle again, staring at the impmon. She was still tired, worn out and was trying to deal with far too much at once. She needed a break and this place was the closest to it... But it certainly was nice meeting someone that was doing something along the same line.
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