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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 27, 2018 8:19:57 GMT
Akane was a woman on a mission. Her cold, wary brown eyes narrowed with determination as she set a brutally brisk pace through the fancy streets of Society Hill. The Veteran had gone to five electronics stores- FIVE of them!!!- and yet it was the same lines every time.
"Ma'am, you need a receipt."
"Miss, we don't carry those."
"Please leave, you're holding up the line."
"Don't make me call security."
Blah blah blah, those were not the answers she was looking for! Why didn't anyone know what she was talking about? Couldn't they see that she didn't want it? Ugh, Akane had never felt so frustrated in her life! Ever since that thing-
"Akane, slow down! I can't keep up!!"
Speak of the devil.
"That's because I don't want you to keep up." The woman snarled under her breath, eyes glinting with a feral light as she glanced down at the puffball. "You are nothing but trouble, so don't even talk right now. I just want my old life back, no magical digital monsters to bother me anymore." Akane huffed, whipping her gaze back in front of her in order to avoid and thread through the crowd. "I'm too old for this shit..."
Tek Stor. A grammatical nightmare was her last hope. The final drop before the dam broke, and Akane was pinning her whole future on this technology shop. At least it had good ratings online... few they were. After this, she would most likely lose all patience.
At least the inside of the unusually named store was more professional. The air was crisp, the floors and glass counters were clean. Even Akane could see the pain-staking detail placed within the goods, alphabetized and then further placed in numerical order, all surfaces and floors completely and utterly spotless, the layout open and putting emphasis on the more deluxe and popular goods.
It reeked of a person who cared way too much. Akane found it strangely endearing, reminding her of her own pristine apartment. Whoever cleaned this place would get full marks on their barracks maintenance checks, that was for sure.
Then there was the-
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Was that a Digimon?
Akane was honestly so startled by the sudden view of a reading... dog... thing that she paused for a split second, surprised brown eyes locked squarely on the apparent Digimon before continuing on her path to the counter.
A man was sitting there, engrossed in a book that was open on his lap. Spiky red hair, small glasses, and probably the most impressive side-burns that Akane had ever seen in her entire life, the woman was fairly impressed by him in a visual aspect. Hopefully he could help her out.
"Excuse me." Her voice was as polite as she could physically make it, which isn't all that much but it was better than nothing, and her lips pressed in a neutral line. "I know that you are someone who deals with... Digimon, so I thought you could help me out." her eyes glanced back towards dog-man before going back to the worker.
She dug into her pocket for a brief moment before setting her own Digivice on the counter.
"I'd like to get rid of this. Can I return it or something?"
There was a whimper by her foot, and Akane had to resist the urge to punt the little fluff ball out of the store. Couldn't the thing get a clue already?! She didn't want it. She might never want it.
Akane just wanted things to go back to normal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 8:50:19 GMT
Today had been a pretty average day for kan, he for the most part hadn't really dealt with any customers. The few that he normally would have either moved off or didn't need anything from him. Which was growing into a constant that he was unfortunately starting to get used to. People just were so much better at running their own support than ever before making smaller stores like his start to go out of business or the like. It helped him massively that he kept so many different breeds of customers in general that a drop in one eventually meant a rise in another.
The shopkeep sighed softly and flipped a page in the book that he was reading; it was nice not actually having anything to do for once. He had been stressed out as of late; trying to figure out how to take the next steps in purifing his spirits. Silvermon had gone willingly into the testing being a loyal creature even if they had been corrupt...
And in the end it turned out better for it, it looked nothing like the mess that it had been before. Taking on mannerisms that some may find charming and others would likely find worrying. Kan almost felt himself growing a little attached to the idea of having a whole batch of spirits that didn't push or shove for things and didn't need to make deals to get anything done.
They'd work together for a common goal for once without there having to be any haggling and that certainly made the shopkeep a little giddy. A snort from Silvermon caught his attention as it could tell a customer was quickly approaching. Though he could tell that it was looking at something else; the general reaction of a digimon seeing or sensing another.
Was he about to deal with another tamer or spirit user? Lord help him if he had to troubleshoot for their digivice. He still didn't know the inner workings of such a fine creation as those. He'd exhale slowly and turn his attention back to the book; sure there was another digimon and digitally aware individual approaching his shop but up until they entered....
Well then that was his problem as they did just that. Silvermon watched them as they came in, even giving a small smile before going back to the newspaper that they had been reading. The spirit wanted to keep up with the times of the world even if kan was disinterested in such a mess.
He'd gently close his book and take in the customer that had entered now that they were up near the counter. They were polite enough in the sense of asking him for help; but he wasn't sure if he could truly help.
"Good afternoon, My name is Kan."
He'd turn in his chair and gently place the book ontop of the glass counter frowning slightly as he noted the digimon that accompanied her. It was a younger sort one that reminded him of the many digimon that would be in the village of beginings. A location that always helped people start over, even if it was near the end of their journies.
"That I am, and that I can. Depending of course what you may need."
An eyebrow quirked and he'd look at the digivice that was set down onto the counter. However when the woman told him that she'd like to get rid of it and even inquired if she could return it for somethign Kan found himself frowning a bit.
"Nothing I have would even come close to the scope of value that the Digivice and your..."
Kan would sit up a bit and look down at the digimon that accompanied her again. That frown persisting for a few moments before he sat back down in his chair.
"...Partner would have. I couldn't even sell it on the black market if I tried. No one would take me seriously."
A brief shrug and he eyed Akane; that frown easing off of his face and replaced by a scowl.
"Unfortunately, there is no going back. It's a one time thing, I tried to get out when I was younger and got bit hard for it. I can help you adjust, give general advice or even keep your digimon here if need be but I cannot do anything more than that. It's far too dangerous to give a device away or the associated digimon as the wilder ones are attracted to humans that have the 'digital' smell as I've been told. Yet to experience it personally but I'm not taking any chances."
He'd tap the countertop thoughtful and let out a sharp sigh.
"Did this happen recently or is this a long standing problem?"
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Post by Akane Nakano on Feb 8, 2018 19:46:55 GMT
Well, that was certainly not the answer Akane was looking for. A faint frown ghosted on her lips, displeasure quite clear to those who knew how her well enough.
"I see."
It was even more evident in her rather clipped tone, brown eyes hard and sharp as they glanced down at the grey blob at her feet. The edge of her mouth twitched, wanting oh so desperately to sneer at the tiny beast, but her control held strong. Instead, Akane simply sighed, looking back at the man- Kan, apparently- with as neutral an expression as possible.
"It has been a more... recent issue. One I hope to fix soon." Her gaze softened ever-so-slightly as her voice took on a more thankful tone. "I appreciate your honesty. I've tried multiple electronics stores throughout the city, and they have all either called me crazy or asked for a receipt." She tried not to snort, and failed. "As if anyone would willingly be put in this situation."
"I don't get why you don't like me thoug-!" A squeaky, rather adorable voice quivered as Kemo's eyes watered, tail curled around his body tightly. Akane's sharp glare interrupted its sentence.
"I wonder if smashing the thing with a hammer will fix anything..." More of an absentminded aside to herself than a comment to Kan.
Turning her attention back to said worker- possibly the owner of the store if the comfortable and relaxed Digimon were any indication- her neutral gaze locked firmly back in place.
"It's sad that the kids who come across these devices aren't totally aware of the dangers it brings." A hint of a frown grazes the corners of her mouth, eyes locked onto her own digivice currently on the counter. "All they see are cute little monsters and an adventure like the ones they see on TV, thinking they might be the chosen ones in their very own real-life cartoon." She huffed, now speaking to herself more than anything else. Kan just happened to be there in front of her.
"Poor brats. They don't know that their adorable little beasties can level entire cities and kill thousands of people." Her eyes darkened. "No one should have that much power."
She has seen what weapons of mass destruction are capable of up close. She would rather not see it again, let alone unleashed by a naive, ignorant child. Visions of burnt bodies, weeping mothers, and screaming babies overtaking her ears and eyes for a split second.
And then they were gone, blinked away by Akane as her attention snapped back onto the man.
Oh. She was rambling again. In front of a stranger, no less. Resisting the urge to sigh, forcing her hand to not rub her neck, the veteran shook her head.
"What do you suggest I do?" He was the expert here, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 21:22:23 GMT
He could tell that the woman wasn't pleased with the answer she was given, it was in her tone. In her eyes and in that gaze that was quickly given to the creature that followed her about. He had to consider what he could really tell this woman what she could really do. Abandoning digimon never went well; and it was ussually the other way around from what he had heard.
"It's not really a simple fix unfortunately..."
The shopkeep would rub his head and frown after a few moments as he was thanked. He was just sharing information and really that was all he could do. Past offering to house it here if there was problems of course.
"Most people don't know about them, in fact I'm not surprised that they asked for receipts or called you crazy. Most places wouldn't have this sort of response for you either. You somewhat lucked out."
The shopkeep shook his head a bit.
"There are some who would want to have what you do, there's power latent in the form they keep. But that's not the point of the interactions."
The digimon spoke up and the shopkeeper leaned to get a good look at Kemo. He'd blink a bit and absentmindedly gaze up at Silvermon who was still reading the newspaper as if nothing was wrong. With a soft sigh the shopkeep returned to his normal stature and then winced at the suggestion of smashing it with a hammer.
"I don't think you should do that but..."
Then came some bits of wisdom he could only really expect to hear from another adult. One that understood that everything wasn't just a cake walk and that there were consequences with everything. He'd nod slowly and gesture to the spirit that was oh so pleasantly reading that paper.
"They aren't made aware of the danger as that is not the point of them getting this. It's not the focus, it's a part of the adventure and journey. They get selected for some reason or another; to solve some problem or equation we don't see. You were picked for a reason; yet to find out that but it won't come if you don't interact."
He'd lean to look at the other digimon again; a small frown spreading onto his lips.
"No one should, but here you are. With one sitting right next to you desiring companionship."
Then there was something he had seen maybe once or twice before. Reminiscing when a proper line of thought was crossed. What sort of life had this woman led? Then there was the inevitable question of what to do...
The human snorted and gazed to the massive sleeping form of shattermon that was nearby. A quick frown spread on his lips and then he'd chuckle.
"We're humans, we adapt. We overcome, we use what we're given. You have been given an opportunity. It would be a shame to waste it."
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