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Post by rythix on Apr 28, 2018 0:32:58 GMT
The sun shined brightly on Whitewater and the coastal city looked as breathtaking as ever. Rythix flew slightly above the rooftops, a box in his hands. It was his last delivery before his afternoon break, so he held the box close to keep it safe for the customer. He paused for a moment to look at the shimmering sea that stretched across the horizon. A tiny smile crossed his features at the sight as he gently flew down to his destination and knocked at the door.
A Gabumon answered the door "Oh, you're here! That was fast. Let's see how it all held up..." he took the box from Rythix and looked inside to see a variety of bread and pastries, all still warm and perfectly formed "Wow, this all looks great! Thank you so much." they said, placing the box on a counter inside before giving Rythix some bits. Rythix looked a little flustered and waved his hands, not wanting to take the tip. It was all in a day's work after all. "Oh I insist. Here." they placed the bits in his hand and smiled warmly. "Take care of yourself and have a nice day." they said before going back inside.
Rythix looked at the bits in his hand and frowned a little. He put them away and flew towards the nearby lookout point to gaze at the sea. He sat down on a bench and took out an old medal that was split in two. He gently brushed against the pieces with his claws, still trying to find something in his memories about what this medal was or what it meant, but he was unable to form anything concrete.
Everything before this life was a haze to him. He knew he had a life before this current one, but he can't remember a moment of any of it. It bothered him greatly. Who was he? Why couldn't he remember anything? He sighed a little bit and looked out toward the sea. Either way, this life was comfortable. People here were nice for the most part even though he was too insecure to really branch out and talk with anyone.
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Post by Quill on Apr 29, 2018 8:22:54 GMT
Quill, finally able to leave his village, set off on his journey to reunite with his old friends from the 7/71st. The only problem with his quest, however, was that he had no idea where any of them were or if they were even alive yet. Captain Jaelin (he was still going to have to get used to just calling him Owen) hadn't the foggiest idea of where any of them were or if they still had the same identities.
For now, he was just going to go out and see the world through fresh eyes. Perhaps things would turn up as he went along on his journey. Today's adventure brought Quill to Whitewater City, the shining jewel at the very south of the continental Digital World. This place had sprouted up in between Quill's lifetimes, as had many of the Digital World's cities and towns. It seemed that the addition of more humans over time had actually succeeded in making Digimon culture more civilized!
Finally coming in for a landing, the Hawkmon perched himself on a tree planted in a lookout point. Breathing a sigh of relief, he scanned the area to take in the sights. The sea was just as beautiful as he remembered it being, but what really caught his interest was the Honeybeemon sitting beneath him on a bench. He seemed to be playing with a...medal...
Quill gasped and checked his own medal for comparison. They seemed to be about the same, only the Honeybeemon's was split in two. That could only mean that his search had paid off, and this was...!
"Rythix?" Quill questioned, still perched atop the tree. "Is that you, my dear friend?"
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Post by rythix on Apr 29, 2018 8:57:38 GMT
The sudden voice startled him and he almost dropped the medal pieces. He flailed about trying to keep his grip on them before his helmet's visor fell over his eyes. With a slight yelp, he fell off the bench, still clutching the medal pieces. He stood up slowly as he put away the medal. The timid Digimon looked around and pulled his visor back up to see Quill perched above him. His wings fluttered and he flew up a little, though he kept his distance for the time being.
"...?" he tilted his head curiously at Quill. A confused and concerned expression was evident on his face "...who are you...?" he said in a soft tone. He buzzed side to side, uncomfortable around this newcomer. Were they friendly? He did refer to him as a dear friend...did he know something about him?
There would be nothing of the brash, trigger-happy Digimon Quill would have known. Whoever this Rythix was, he was quiet and more than a little timid. They also had the distinct scent of baked goods and such a pleasant smell wouldn't have been associated with him previously.
Still, he kept his distance despite how friendly Quill seemed. It could be a trick. It could also be true...whether or not he should ask him about his past went through his mind for a bit. Soon he would hover in place as he slowly but surely became a little more relaxed, though still on guard. "...You're my...friend...? Don't...remember..."
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Post by Quill on Apr 29, 2018 19:22:11 GMT
Quill was a bit shaken by the Honeybeemon's reaction to his arrival. The Rythix of the 7/71st that he knew was brash and quite frankly somewhat violent. However, the medal he carried was proof enough of his identity.
"Oh, dear," Quill muttered. "You've lost your memories, haven't you? Poor fellow. Nevertheless, you are my old comrade in arms. That medal you hold proves it." Quill took out his own medal, rusted and eroded through time, and showed it to Rythix. "My name is Quill. Pleased to make your acquaintance once more."
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Post by rythix on Apr 30, 2018 2:05:37 GMT
Rythix rubbed the top of his head a bit when Quill said something about him losing his memories. That made sense, but didn't really make him feel much better about his situation. "...comrade...?" he said curiously before flying closer to Quill to take a closer look at the medal. Rythix put the two pieces of his medal together and saw that they matched, so there must be some connection between the two of them.
This was a little overwhelming for him. Something like this was what he always wanted to know more about, but it was all so sudden. He nodded his head slowly when Quill introduced himself "...Rythix...b-but you...know." he said. He looked down at his side, where a little satchel hung. These were treats he had made for himself, but to honor meeting someone who knew him, he flew up to sit on the branch with Quill. He opened the satchel to reveal a few different kinds of pastries, all freshly baked and expertly made "...Made them...myself...have one..." he let him take his pick.
Rythix would help himself to whatever Quill didn't pick. Sweets were one of the things that made him truly calm and happy, which was evident by his peaceful expression as he nibbled away at his share. He hoped Quill liked them too, but wouldn't feel too insulted if he didn't feel like having any.
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Post by Quill on Apr 30, 2018 7:30:46 GMT
Quill smiled as Rythix introduced himself. He might have been overly shy, but he seemed much easier to get along with than his previous incarnation. Eventually the Honeybeemon sat down next to Quill and offered him some pastries. "How delightful!" Quill beamed. "I just flew in from the east, and I am quite famished!" He graciously took one and tore into it. He had never tasted anything so delicious. "I say, did you say you made these yourself?" Quill confirmed. "They're absolutely splendid! I'd say you have quite the talent!"
Quill continued eating as the two sat together overlooking the sea. "You know, I've been on a mission to find the other members of our former squad, and you're the second one I've come across so far. I'm just happy to see the 7/71st still lives on, even in this age." He considered something for a moment, then came to a realization. "I planned to take a rest here for a little while, so if you feel like sticking around, I could tell you some stories from our past life, if you'd like."
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Post by rythix on Apr 30, 2018 10:02:21 GMT
He blushed deeply when he praised his baking "...thank...you..." he looked away a bit, not wanting to let the compliments get to his head. He was glad he enjoyed them, but he felt that saying he had a talent was a bit of a stretch. He continued to eat from his share, a couple of sugary pastries filled with various flavors of jam.
The 7/71st. So that's what they were called in a past life. There were others like them? How many were there? "...do I...count...if I don't remember...?" he said sadly, looking out towards the sea. "Am...I the same...person...?" he pondered. He continued eating as he thought about it.
The idea that he was someone completely different than who Quill remembered bothered him. He had the appearance of an old friend, but was he really that same friend? Would they even like who he is now? "...okay...I will...listen." he said as he looked over at him. His visor fell down again, but he quickly put it back up. One of these days he'd have to figure out how to keep it from doing that. He'd flown into more than a few buildings due to this weird design flaw.
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Post by Quill on Apr 30, 2018 16:57:10 GMT
Quill frowned as Rythix asked if he mattered to the team if he was barely even the same person. It was a valid question, but maybe sharing their story would help him understand a little better. "Of course you count, my friend. Just the simple fact that you hold that medal means you belong with us. Don't ever forget that."
The Hawkmon paused and smiled pleasantly as Rythix agreed to listen to some of his tales. "Alright, then. Sit back and prepare yourself for a tale of a heroic platoon in the earlier days of the Digital World. A tale of adventure, kinship, and perhaps a little dash of woe." It seemed Quill's flair for storytelling hadn't been dulled with the passage of time. He started by establishing what exactly the 7/71st was: a section of a gigantic, now-defunct military that regularly carried out special forces missions. He then told a series of tales about a group of noble Digimon that called the 7/71st their family, and their adventures. Interestingly, he danced around the subject of Rythix himself, not wanting to tell the humble baker what he had truly been like before.
The hours passed by, and Quill went on and on. Finally, he got to the story about their last battle and looked a little upset. "It was a bloody affair, to be sure. I don't even know if a single one of us made it out of that canyon, but the point was that we were all together fighting for each other to the bitter end." He sighed deeply; remembering his final moments wasn't exactly a fun pastime. He looked out at the sea. The sun was starting to set over the horizon. "My word!" he squaked. "Terribly sorry for rambling as I did. I had no idea the time was passing so quickly. I was just so happy to find you that I got carried away."
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Post by rythix on May 1, 2018 6:58:46 GMT
Rythix looked a little happy that Quill said he still counted as a part of the group despite his memory loss. He was worried that he wouldn't be welcomed anymore if he couldn't even remember the basics of who they were. But Quill wasn't like that at all. He seemed supportive and willing to go the extra mile to make him feel like he was a part of something.
He adjusted himself on the branch to get comfortable as Quill told him the history of the 7/71st. He listened intently on every word and detail, fascinated every second of the way. Special missions, noble causes, and a familial bond among its members. It sounded like they were amazing back in the day and were very important people in the Digital World. He wasn't entirely sure if he deserved the honor of working with them. He didn't seem to notice the lack of details on who he was.
The hours passed but not once did Rythix's concentration break from the stories Quill was telling him. He looked upset at the final story of their fall. Everyone was lost that day, but they fought for what they believed in until the end. When Quill looked apologetic over the amount of time it took for him to tell the story, Rythix laughed a little bit "...it was...fun to listen..." he said. "...Want to...go with you...meet the others. Maybe...come back here...for snacks..." he said, managing a little shy smile.
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Post by Quill on May 2, 2018 0:26:58 GMT
Quill was happy that Rythix enjoyed his story, and even happier still that he wanted to accompany him on his quest to find the others. "That's just what I want to hear, my friend!" he said excitedly. "We'll set out on an epic quest to reunite everyone posthaste!" He was almost ready to take off again, but stopped himself as he noticed the setting sun and remembered the fatigue he had experienced from his flight over.
"Well...perhaps we shall begin in the morning," he conceded. "I'm positively exhausted. My next stop was most likely going to be Rustport Town in the west, so perhaps it would be simpler to take the train, eh?" He barely even let the armored bee reply before affirming his plan to himself. "Right, then! The search continues at dawn!"
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Post by rythix on May 2, 2018 1:31:29 GMT
Rythix's wings fluttered with excitement to start the journey, but Quill was right. It was rather late. Too late to start traveling, for sure. "...you can...stay with me...small place...but comfortable." he offered, flying off towards his humble little house at the edge of the city. It was one room, but cozy. Rythix laid out some spare sheets for makeshift bedding for Quill.
"...haven't...left Whitewater...for a long time..." he said, clearly nervous about the prospect of leaving his current home for the time being. "...b-but...have to do this...want to meet...friends..." he said. Quill mentioned they were going to Rustport...that was in the middle of the desert wasn't it? He'd have to be sure to pack a lot of extra water for the trip.
He sat up on his bed and thought about what the future might hold. Would he have to fight one day? Would it be soon? Could he even fight? He decided not to worry about it right now. He had a good day and met an old friend. For him, he was a new friend, but that was neither here nor there at this point. He lied down and got comfortable "...thank you...for finding me..." he said before he closed his eyes to get some sleep.
[Exit]
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Post by Quill on May 2, 2018 2:16:59 GMT
Quill bowed graciously as Rythix offered his home for the night. "Much obliged," he said thankfully. It was definitely small, but the life of luxury wasn't for everyone, after all! He could make due for one night before they set off once more.
As Rythix thanked him for finding him and bringing him on this adventure before drifting off to sleep, Quill thought about the stories he had told that day. Was it right for him to keep Rythix's past actions a secret? He seemed so kind and genuine, who knew what telling him something like that would do? Although, it was more than likely that he'd find out eventually, and be upset that Quill had never told him. The Hawkmon tried to push these thoughts to the back of his mind as he drifted off to sleep, mentally preparing for the day ahead.
[EXIT]
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