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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 24, 2018 5:39:55 GMT
In all of her life, Akane had never had a worse headache. Oh, she's definitely had some terrible, agonizing migraines before this, too. The hangovers after she got blackout drunk those handful of times. The times overseas where the noise of the gun fire and explosions were just too much. Dealing with the VA (which is sort of like the DMV on muscle relaxers). Listening to people talk about politics. All of these things have caused Akane severe pain in the brain. None quite like this headache though. Why did she feel like a parade of elephants were learning how to tango inside her skull?
"Akane Akane Akane Akane!!!! Pay attention to meeeee!!!!!"
Her split eyebrow twitched and a vein briefly popped in her forehead before she forced herself to calm down.
This. This is why.
After the Drunk-Teen-Incident, Akane's life had never been so confusing. It all started with that stupid, glorified Tamagotchi toy that had appeared literally out of thin air. And now this... this thing kept following her around. What the hell was it?! It kind of looked like a blue cat stuffed animal that someone had put a robot into.
Akane wasn't sure if she had officially gone crazy and started to hallucinate, or if she was on some super elaborate hidden camera show. If that was the case, someone was going to pay.
"No. You aren't real, and I'm not listening to you." Akane muttered lowly, eyes narrowed as she pointedly refused to look at the squishy creature.
"I am real! Ah-Kah-Naaaaay!! Please please please PLEASE listen to me! I've been trying to tell you that I'm a Dig-"
"Nope. Not listening. You aren't real and I'm officially crazy."
The thing's pout would have been cute, if Akane wasn't internally panicking over her slow acceptance that she would most likely have to admit herself into a mental hospital.
"Akane, you aren't crazy! I swear I'm rea-"
"Shut up!" The grown woman snapped, hissing at the cat-thing with her glare narrowed into dangerous slits. "I need you to shut up for five minutes while I try and think, for fuck's sake!" The thing's mouth snapped shut, eyes wide as its tail curled around its body, trembling ever-so-slightly.
Akane had no pity for her hallucination.
Sighing, the veteran switched her crossed legs, taking another deep gulp of her black coffee. "Honestly. Why did I have to snap now of all times? I should just smash the thing with a hammer... maybe that would solve it?" Akane continued to mutter to herself, gaze growing distant as she thought of ways to fix her lapse of sanity. She really didn't want to go see a psychiatrist.
As she stared off, she caught a flash of red and black. It didn't look like the same model she had in her own pocket, but she just knew that it was the same thing... if a bit different. If Akane had any less self-control, she would have choked on her coffee and ran up to the man, demanding answers. But instead she simply stayed in her seat, sharp brown eyes refusing to stray from the man as he dug through his pocket briefly in order to pay for his goods. She couldn't see what he had gotten exactly, nor could she see most of his features, but the flash of the device as he half-turned was clear as day.
Akane downed the rest of her coffee in a single gulp, getting up from her seat and heading over towards the stranger. She was a woman on a mission.
As he sat at his table, the veteran stood at its side. "Sorry to bother you, but you have one of these things, too." She pulled her own orange and black device out from one of her many, many pockets, flashing it before putting it back. "What is it." It might have been blunt, to the point, and more of a demand than a question, but Akane quite simply didn't have the patience to try and pretend to be polite. She needed answers, before she pulled anymore of her hair out.
The thing was still there, at her feet, with a rather dejected look on its squishy little face.
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Post by Josh Saros on Jan 24, 2018 13:19:58 GMT
Josh yawned to himself as he stood in the queue, a long nights work having meant he got little sleep the night before and it hadn't helped that a stray digimon had come exploring his workshop before scampering off, meaning Leo and Belph had been bouncing off the walls (At least until he promised they would visit the digital world for a short period of time under the promise that they would actually let him sleep.)
He blinked up the the board as the customer before him finished her order, his eyes trying to focus before he asked for his standby, a venti mocha espresso, although he'd brought along his own food, he decided to get a sandwich as well, settling on a plain egg and bacon from the chilled cabinet next to the register.
Josh was well aware of the stares from the other customers, being a foreigner but speaking perfect Japanese, but it was his appearance that was the main cause, the man being not only tall, but rather well built, a side effect initially of an encounter in his past that had....left scars. He had kept up training afterwards, regularly going to the nearby gym to keep himself distracted, but also better prepared in case anything like that would happen again.
He sat down at an empty table in the corner, taking a sip of the scalding hot drink and wincing as he swallowed, not a fan of the bitter taste of coffee, but needing the caffeine to wake him from his stupor. Still, he'd need to start planning the trip at some point. Maybe he should make a list....
He realised someone was making their way over quite rapidly. He turned, eyes glancing over the figure as she approached, a cautious look on his face as he studied her. She was surprisingly focused, and looked more annoyed than most people this early in the morning. However, he was more surprised that she seemed to be rather muscular herself. And coupled with the few scars he could see, she had been through a good deal. He was going to guess police or military background.
The flash of the device in her hand was all that he needed to know at that point, and he motioned for her to sit down, unclipping his own and setting it on the table, letting her see it. "Let me guess, You got it recently?" He asked, looking down at the digimon curled up on the floor. "You'd better get on the chair before someone kicks you." He said to the fluffball before turning back to the lady in front of him.
He'd look around, making sure noone was listening in to the conversation before continuing. "I gotta say, its surprising. Most people who get one are children, which can be both good and bad. Its good because kids can bond easier with a partner than us adults. But its also very dangerous, and not many get to this point." He states, eyes narrowing. "What you have is a Digivice, a second generation version. This guy" He motions to the fluffball "Is a digimon, more specifically, your partner digimon. And before you ask about the name, it means digital monster. From what I've seen, they were originally code in computers across the world untill they evolved into living beings."
He pauses, taking a sip of his drink, the liquid now cooled enough that it no longer scalds him, the man setting the cup back down quickly to keep talking. "Your partner there? He's the one who's gonna keep you alive from now on. These guys may be annoying and hectic, but if he's your partner, then he wants you alive because you're his sole purpose for existing, kind of like an intelligent dog with an owner in a sense." |
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 27, 2018 7:18:15 GMT
Akane's shoulders almost- almost slumped with the weight that lifted from her shoulders as the man started to talk. More importantly, she realized as she sat down on the comfortable cafe chairs, talk to the thing. It was incredibly difficult to stop the relief from making her sigh or cry, but she had felt stronger emotions before. Her solid discipline allowed the veteran to simply sit and listen, eyes glinting every once in awhile as he said something that tickled her interest.
And man, was the information heavy. Quite suddenly, Akane somehow had even more questions than she had before. This time the sigh managed to break through her defenses, the woman leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms as she glanced at the fluffy blob in the seat next to her, staring at her with those blood red eyes. She raised an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed, before turning back to the man.
"Monsters comprised of code who have evolved to appear in the living world and are tied to Digivices that are given to humans who become established partners to said 'Digimon'." Akane closes her eyes, trying to connect more dots and make sense of it all. "You said that this thing is going to keep me alive." A flash of disbelief crosses her now opened, wary brown eyes.
That thing? Protect her? Akane would huff if she wasn't trying to stay collected. The tiny Digimon pouted, bouncing and jiggling a bit as its fur fluffed with each movement.
"Hey! I'm super strong! Don't doubt me!!"
Akane couldn't stop her rolling eyes to save her own life. Nor would she even want to. She honestly doubted that this thing could knock over a domino at this point. It was probably one of the most non-threatening things she has ever seen in her entire life.
"Point being, what did you mean by that? Are there people after my life now, just because I have a Digivice? Are they terrorists? Extremists? Please, give me an idea of what I am dealing with now, thanks to this... burden I now have." She ignored the pained gasp from beside her, the hurt in those big ruby eyes, and the trembling lip.
Akane had the strangest feeling that it wasn't genuine tears that were gathering, for some strange reason.
She was more focused on information, and the proverbial pot of gold in front of her. There was absolutely no way Akane wasn't going to milk this dump for all it was worth.
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Post by Josh Saros on Jan 29, 2018 1:46:21 GMT
Josh could tell something was off a little with both the tamer and digimon here. Still It seemed to be more of an issue between belief in existance, something an adult would have more of a problem with than a child after all. "Think about this for a second. I already told you children get digimon more often than an adult. Your reaction is pretty much the reason why. Children are far more likely to believe what they see rather than assume they're having a hallucination. However, sometimes kids can't handle doing whats needed."
He was aware that this was going to be a good deal of information, but it looked like the other tamer needed it. Josh wasn't one to leave someone in the dark unless he had to. He paused to let her think on what he'd explained, drinking some of the bitter mixture as he leans back in his chair. The next part was... going to be rather hard to explain. He knew there was going to be a lot of disbelief in what he said.
"Do you know how much we rely on digital information nowadays? just look around and remember what I told you about a digimon being digital code and you can understand the issue. Every single person can possibly end up being attacked, with the chance increasing every year." The tamer states, setting the cup down on the side. "If they train enough, I've seen them destroy entire buildings with a single attack. So, having your own means you can protect yourself if you need to. As a human, I could punch a fully trained digimon and they wouldn't feel it. A digimon is data against data. Its more effective because they have the same origin. You wouldn't be able to punch a tank to destroy it, but a morter can destroy it. Both are tools, but knowing how to use them is the issue."
He paused for a second. "Have you two eaten yet? You should get something and we'll keep talking while you eat."
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