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Reconnecting: Justice Edition [INVITE]
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 17:44:30 GMT
It was one day in Terminus, slightly on the late afternoon time, near evening. A black haired boy in white parka steps out from the Trailmon. For someone whose face is completely japanese, he does looks really tall, towering above most of his age. Not only that, he's definitely wider too, almost like a pro bodybuilder. Noguchi Ryouta, 17... his destination is nothing in particular, but... for the sake of recovering his memories from few months ago, he decided that he need to go here.
And here he is. With guide from a strange fox dragon called Hikaru (that he very very very vaguely remembered (hard to not, considering he tooted a bagpipe the first time he saw him, and acted rather flamboyantly)), he decided to look for an old acquaintance. He apparently just together with the guy for a while, but the old man liking him quite a lot. The black haired boy decided that in world of Dinosaur and whatnot, it's better to have someone you can rely on.
Though apparently the same Digimon also died and reborn. No idea what about his fate though.
Hikaru suggested that it might be better to go around Terminus. It's seem the old guy wasn't popular with the youngster due to his criticizing attitude and high and mighty way of talking. While he meant good apparently he's very critical of those who works in service business such as Trailmons. Maybe, according to Hikaru, it might be good to see if he somehow reborn and is working on different place, like the outskirt or something.
...But for now. he probably need a guide.
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 18:03:00 GMT
Near the station, a young troublemaking woman was walking about, with a small, orange dragon Digimon on her shoulder. She was eyeing the store windows, looking at the wares.
"This place still blows my mind, it does. Fuckin' unbelievable this exists in Akihabara."
The little dragon giggled a bit nervously.
"B-b-b-but Ryuko, th-th-this isn't Akihabara still!"
"Yeah? Well fuck me, I still calls it what I calls it."
Entranced by the ads and wares, she did not notice the towering youth, and walked right into him.
"Oof!", said the girl. She stopped to look what she had walked into, and after seeing it was a -massive- young man! She didn't even seemed intimidated for one second, and immidiately raised a fist.
"Eeeeeeeh!? The fuck you doin' in my way!? You wanna have trouble with me?!"
"R-r-r-ryuko, he didn't do anything!"
"Yeah he did, he stood in my way, he did!"
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 18:20:12 GMT
Bump
It was a rather strange collision, and Ryouta luckily was quite firm on his foot, but someone just... wow, seriously? He was about to ask if she's OK and she suddenly cussing off at him? The black haired boy just raised his eyebrow. "No, if anything, aren't you the one who's walked onto me? The road isn't just for you, lady." Ryouta shot back. But either way, he scratched the back of his head.
"Look, I don't want trouble, and I'm kind of in hurry. I need to find someone I don't even know where. So if it's money that you need I got no money to offer, but if you want to punch me one for that one mistake of standing in front of you then go on ahead and punch."
...He probably just doesn't have enough fuck to give lately... but when he saw her...
"...Come to think of it, you dressed like some sukeban... ...wait, I think I know you... aren't you someone who rumored beating up bullies lately?"
...Come to think of it, thanks to her he doesn't get into fight a lot, mostly because people that often target bullied kids often dealt with faster than he could meet them. He have no idea who did it, but according to those people, it was a woman... And the description match, sorta.
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 18:27:50 GMT
Otohime eyed the towering guy before her, then huffed at him.
"Well if ya don't want trouble then don't stand in the way, asshole."
She had no intention of robbing him. You don't just shake people for money like that, that's not a nice thing to do.
Oh, my, he actually knew him!
"What, ya heard of that? I just made some bastards eat their own assholes, that's what they get for pickin' on the small folk. Ya don't fuck with someone half yer size. Not on -my- watch."
The little orange dragon was clinging to Otohime's head, and looked Ryouta over.
"S-s-s-sir, you look like you're looking for someone. C-c-can we help?"
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 18:49:55 GMT
...At this moment, something inside Ryouta quite snapped. His neutral face sunk to his old banchou side. "...Oi, amaa (bitch), just because someone doesn't talk back when you berate them, it doesn't fucking mean that you can keep thinking the road is yours. Are you seriously going to continue? Woman or not, I'm not tolerating someone who just think they could get a free pass berating people just because they happened to bump you on the road. if you want to have a go at it, have at you."
...Though he guess that he's not as popular as he thought. Probably because he was absent from any fighting for a year or so? Luckily, though, there are someone who chilled him somewhat. The orange dragon... it's small and it's cute! ...something felt familiar, but he can't put his finger on it.
"...Right, sorry.. I'm just looking for someone who might know about whereabout of my partner. He was my... uh, employee apparently, but the matter is I don't know where he is at the moment."
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 18:56:27 GMT
"Yeah? You wanna go mate? I ain't scared of ya! Bring it on! I'll bash your brains out!"
Otohime was already reaching for her baseball bat when Jiro grabbed her head with his tiny wings.
"M-m-m-miss Ryuko, no, p-p-p-please! Th-th-this nice man j-j-just needs some help!"
Without a second of hesitation she took her hands off the bat, pulled down her medical mask and spat on the ground, away from Ryouta, before pulling it back up.
"Tch, alright, we'll help ya."
She held out a hand, acting like she hadn't just spent over a minute antagonizing him.
"Name's Ryuko."
"A-a-a-and I am Jiro, n-n-nice to meet you, Mr...?"
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 19:10:02 GMT
"Haa!?" of course this is a sign that the boy took off his parka and nearly ready to counter that baseball bat with his own heavier frame. The battle scars on his body probably would make people what the fucking hell happened with him, or why haven't he died yet, but the fact that he's here. Still functioning like a normal person. The black haired youth scrunched his face in disgust when the woman spat to the floor. "That must be one of the most disgusting manner I ever saw," Ryouta said out loud. "Felt like I want to spat too, but the road ain't mine."
Imagining poor Digimons that gonna walk on that kinda made him sigh. "Fine, just don't spit anymore. This is not Shibuya for love of god."
And now she want a firm handshake? He'll give it alright. The youth firmly grabbed the outstretched arm. "Ryouta's the name. Noguchi Ryouta."
...Probably at this moment the youth would know that a delinquent who goes around beating bullies too, although considering he did not get into much fight in a year and three month, it's possible that she have no idea. Ryouta just decided that if she's not the type who gonna beat the weak, then she's good enough.
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 19:32:42 GMT
The delinquent rolled her one visible eye, and shrugged.
"Alrighty Mr. Lilywhite. I'll cease polluting your precious environment with my bodily excretions."
She then looked down and murmured to herself.
"Jeez, are all Akihabaran this thin-skinned?"
She then coughed, and looked back up at him.
"Ryouta? That name rings a bell. Some bastard who tried to take some kid's lunch money mentioned it in fear. I like me a man who can strike fear into the hearts of bastards all around."
She nodded to herself.
"We're practically colleagues now."
Jiro gently and carefully fluttered over to Ryouta.
"S-s-s-s-so Mr. Noguchi, h-h-h-how can we help you?"
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 19:47:11 GMT
"Stop saying like it's mine. It's more like a common sense," Ryouta said, temple pulsating from this girl's unreasonableness. "If I'm as carefree as you I'd probably spat already too damn it. Also I'm not someone from Akihabara. I'm from Nerima."
Why the fuck did she think this is Akihabara? That just doesn't make a fucking sense! Ryouta thought. Then again he guess that with monsters running about it looked like Akihabara alright. Still, it doesn't looks like Akihabara. When he heard that, Ryouta just raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I guess I'm still popular. Thanks to you I don't fight a lot anymore though."
Though to be called colleagues... He guess he's fine with that. Ryouta's stern face dropped the moment Jiro fluttered to him and asked what could he help with.
"...Hmmm, well, I'm trying to look for this acquaintance at the outskirt. I know we can't fight the bigger ones, but apparently according to my friend, smaller ones can be really dangerous. If it happened that we ended up on the more dangerous part of the city, I don't want to be alone so to say... So having a Sukeban watching my back would be great. Does that sounds good?"
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 19:58:22 GMT
Otohime "tch..."'ed at Ryouta's upsetness...but then dropped the subject. For all her unreasonable-ness she at least knew when to no longer provoke someone and when to leave well enough alone.
"You need a bodyguard, big boy? Well sure. I'd love to bash in the skulls of a miscreant or two. Outskirts you say? Well, alright, exercise is good."
Jiro fluttered back to Otohime's shoulder. He smiled at the de-escalated situation. Maybe these two could become friends, they were so alike!
"Lead the way, I'll follow. And anyone that wants to jump us, I'll make sure to teach a lesson or three."
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 20:15:15 GMT
"Just don't get TOO excited," Ryouta warned. Last thing he need is a dino chasing their ass getting provoked by some Sukeban. That's early death threat for him. But for now... "Alright, so... uh, what I need is apparently..." Ryouta took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a picture. There was him looking much more menacing, like someone who just returned from battlefield, followed by a Dracomon and behind them is a train-like Digimon that looked very futuristic and luxurious.
"...The guy behind me I guess. The train," just in case, Ryouta showed the picture to Otohime. He might know where my partner is... and my partner is this one..." he pointed at the Dracomon, obviously. "...I don't remember him though, like... it all felt blurry to me nowadays... I didn't remember coming here either, so... I kinda lost my memory. That's the problem. The name of the train is apparently Ilbert. His reputation in the city wasn't great due to... uh, let's say, his very criticizing attitude. At any rate... We'll ask around if people know... is that fine? Last time I asked, he apparently on the southwest end of the city, so I'm heading there. Any question before we go there?"
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 20:23:06 GMT
Otohime scratched her head.
"If ya wanna find a train, why not look in that station?"
"Th-th-that train is a Digimon, Ot-Ryuko!"
"Eh? A train digimon? That's kinda cool."
"And the dragon, I will grow up into that!"
"You will? That's super awesome! Fist bumb, lil' dude!"
She extended her fist. Jiro gently headbutted it.
"Right, questions. Well, I got none right now. Well, besides how ya lost yer memory, but I figure that ain't my biznez."
She stretched a bit.
"'sides that, I got nothin. Let's go find that overly critical train dude, maybe he's seen your cool dragon buddy."
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Post by ryouta on May 25, 2018 22:22:42 GMT
"Well, I tried, and last time I heard apparently the guy was banned from using the normal lane. Something about him being a bit too insufferable. At any rate, I asked, and that's where it is," Ryouta told her. As much as he never thought he'll hear that a monster took a shape of a train, he was given a solid proof. Goddammit, he have no idea what to felt. However, apparently, according to Hikaru, Ryouta was one that attacked last, so... there is a chance that his partner is alive instead of dying like the Dorumon. If that's true then...
"...Ah, sorry, I was just spacing out. Let's go."
By the time they gone to the outskirt, the sun already sat. The night has rolled, and the Digimon changed. Mostly the diurnal ones are sleeping while the nocturnal ones starting to appear more. That's when Ryouta noticed that this is the bad part of the city actually... What on heck is the guy doing here? From what he heard, this guy is a luxurious train... for it to be in place like this... just what happened?
Several pair of eyes looked at the trio as they gone farther and farther out, until finally, Ryouta felt like that they're being followed. It's a bit too amateurish for them... and considering that this is Terminus where an incident would be dealt by Knightmon patroller...
...But at the same time, something small as skirmish probably won't get their attention. Especially in place like this.
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Post by Otohime on May 25, 2018 22:51:33 GMT
Dark streets, now Otohime felt like she was in her elements! She has roamed the dark streets of Shibuya, Shinjuku, and around her teach's place in Nerima for years. She knew how to keep to the shadows to knee-cap a motherfucker before they saw her coming!
...but since that was not her style she usually walked in plain sight, instead using her street smarts to intercept potential attacks. She walked, looking grim and fierce, an image of danger undermined by the shivering and terrified Babydmon she was holding and gently patting to calm him down.
"Shhhhh now, lil' buddy, I'm here for ya, and so's the big guy there."
Jiro gulped, and breathed heavily.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm t-t-t-t-t-t-trying!"
She patted him.
"That's mah buddy!"
Otohime soon caught on to Ryouta's feeling of being watched. She pulled out her bat and gripped it tightly.
"I think some punk's tryin' to get the jump on us, big boy."
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Post by ryouta on May 26, 2018 7:39:12 GMT
"I know," Ryouta whispered.
Usually, he'd lead them to the narrow alleyway, but... Hikaru has warned him against that sort of thing. If anything, pure short range attacker like then would benefit more in huge place, lest the Digimon attacked and uses their skills. That's all he need to know considering how dangerous it might be.
Then again, he guess that this is the right place.
"...So? What do you want?" Ryouta asked, turning around. There he saw some Goblimons with their club. Goddamn, if that's the sort of club that they're carrying, not even the girl's baseball bat will make a difference. Even so, he's glad that he turned around before kicking or doing anything considering that these gobs are short.
"It's easy really," one that looked different... apparently, it was a Shamamon said. "We want your money, and we'll let you go. BITs baby! Give us BITs!"
"Even thought you said that, we don't have any money..."
"...Eh? No money?" one of the goon asked.
"Shaddap!" the Shamamon barked "these guys are just bullshitting! There's no way they don't have any money!"
"...Haa..." Ryouta scratched his head in annoyance."Fine, this is treated as an extortion, right? So that's fine if we do a bit of self defense, right?"
He quickly get into a boxing stance. "...Just so you know I'm quite pissed, so don't blame me if you come back black and blue."
The aura that he exuded looked like an experienced fighter that aimed not to just beat people black and blue, but also one that aimed to kill. The killing intent was so thick that some of the Goblimons seem to be grounded on place.
"W-What are you even afraid of! It's just a human! LOOK, we're Digimons, and we have... techniques!" a softball sized condensed flame appeared on the Shamamon's hand as he said that. Looks like this gonna get ugly.
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