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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 1:29:38 GMT
"But I don't get it - just a walk in the field?"
Out in the wide-open Network Plains, an audible huff could be heard carrying across the valley. Syre - a BlackGatomon who had just recently gotten her 'walking legs' a week prior - found herself walking on two feet, several yards behind another cat. The calico, a Mikemon, simply looked over his shoulder with a chuckle: "Oh? Wasn't it you who said you had nothing to do back at the Library?"
"Y-yeah... everyone's busy or hung up on something-"
"And doesn't that mean its a good time to get some fresh air?" Cutting her off, the Mikemon gave a half-shrug of his shoulders. "It works out, anyway... let's see... ah, this will do. C'mere, Syre."
"Coming..." With a low sigh, the BlackGatomon rested her hands on her knees, peering down next to him as Mikemon plucked up a small, green plant with serrated leaves - the very edges of which had a light blue color. "Oh, pretty! What is it?"
"Aquarius Root!" Carefully plucking the leaf, and pushing it into a small bag held off his left side, he gave a nod to the cat, holding out a similar bag to her. "Care to help? Just make sure the leaves look just like that - and call me if you come across any trouble!"
"Heh... chores, huh?" Chiding back at him, she nonetheless took the bag, and set out onto the field. Well, it was nice and wide open - easy enough for the Mikemon to keep an eye on her. "Let's see, he stopped near a puddle. So wherever there's mud or its wet, right? Maybe..."
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 1:55:02 GMT
The silent whispers of the wind, the gentle brushing of grass, and the gentle beating of the sun that glowed to match Siris' fur. He had read that the plains were sought as hiking places for many tourists and residents alike, and many humans enjoyed the fervor it set in one's heart. Even now, Siris felt a little happier where he stood.
But where the wind was whispering and the grass was dancing, two voices began to fill the air and soon they were stopping to pick up flowers. A conversation continued between the two felines and Siris watched as he approached... something about that black one felt familiar. Like he had met her before. Maybe she was an In-Training at the village same as him, maybe she was a passerby.
He walked up, speaking with an almost concerned tone; "You know, it's dangerous to be out here by yourself. Plains are tame, but sometimes Digimon want easy prey."
He'd give a slight bow, to show he was not one of those digimon; "I'm Siris. Do I... know you from somewhere? Village of Beginnings, maybe?"
With all this concern about the identity of the kitten in front of him, Siris forgot about the older cat, who more than likely didn't know this was a friendly conversation. More so when a strange Digimon approached your blood!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 2:17:56 GMT
Well, wasn't that a way to introduce yourself.
In retrospect, the fox had a point: though Mikemon was watching, Syre's attention was so engrossed on the ground in front of her that she barely realized the Renamon's appearance. When he first spoke, her ear perked, the feline looking straight up from her crouched position - a fresh Aquarius leaf held in her hand. She held that position for a moment, unsure of how to respond. His name was Siris? She looked familiar to him?
All Syre could see at the moment was a big, scary fox! "D-dad!"
"Don't worry, I'm here, hun!" His tone didn't suggest one of aggression, even still having a smile on his face as he walked over. The BlackGatomon quickly ran behind, hiding a bit behind the stronger cat, Mikemon giving a small chuckle. "Sorry... though I think you could do a bit better at introducing yourself. Go on, Syre, he won't bite."
"Y... you sure?" The kitten blinked, slowly stepping out, looking once more at the fox. This time, she tilted her head: "I'm Syre... and... no, I don't think I know you at all. I hatched out here, after all. Though you do seem familiar?"
Curious - just why would that be? "Hm... what makes you think you know her, Siris?"
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 2:28:48 GMT
Well, that was to be expected. The young Gatomon got scared right away and tucked behind the figure she just called dad.
Dad...
Siris rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to answer the feline as he took a defensive step back; "M-my mistake. Must have confused her for someone else.
He gave a nervous laugh and looked around again, making sure he was clear to jet. There were some bushes that would give some cover, though not much, it would be enough to break line of site and escape this created awkward situation. He flicked his tail and started walking to the bushes. It was just far enough that he could make a dive and vanish into the shadows of any tree. The Shadow Walk was still a newer skill that exhausted his body, but for this? It would be worth it.
As he got closer, a branch caught his right sleeve and as he turned to see what was tugging, it tore it clean off; Revealing markings that was identical to his mother's, markings that Swanmon said meant great things. To him, it was just an insult to his legacy of parents that didn't care.
"Oh! Uhm... sorry. I was... uhh..."
He only blinked. This was only getting worse!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 2:56:49 GMT
Well, this was probably for the best: with Siris' reaction to Mikemon, the older feline simply figured that he had stopped something before it started - and that the Renamon was simply trying to cut his losses. In fact, at that notion of a mistake, the Mikemon's tone tightened a bit, giving a nod. "Well, alright, then. You have a good day."
Ordinarily, that would have been it: Siris would have been off, and Mikemon would give Syre both a bit of praise for pulling away from such a stranger and a bit of caution to keep her head up while she was walking. But before it could even get that far, one little 'glitch' in the system threw it right off the rails:
Siris lost his glove. And that holy mark immediately caught Mikemon's eye: not glowing or pulsing, but enough of a similarity that it made him pause. As he spoke to try and get away, Mikemon sighed:
"Wait." That one word was said with confidence.
"I... um, I think we have a bit to talk about." He gave a sigh: "A bit sudden, but do you want to join us for lunch? We're about to take a break as it is."
"... Dad, c'mon-" Nope - Mikemon simply held a single paw out, motioning for her to just give this a moment.
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 3:05:44 GMT
Siris arched a brow... this feline had quite the defensive stance when he approached his daughter and now he was inviting him to lunch? He looked down at his glove and slipped it back over his arm;
"O-oh no... I'm fine. I just ate."
As if on cue, his stomach ached and let everyone around know. The thought of food was enough to kick it in gear. He only gave a nervous smile and tilted his head, then sighed;
"I just... have a question? Why all of a sudden? You were so willing to let me go and now you're inviting me to lunch?"
Something was very much afoot, something this Mikemon was not telling the young Renamon. It had something to do with his marks;
"Wait. You're researching. I can tell by your flower gathering and you saw my markings... now you want to research that? That's it, isn't it?"
The Mikemon would see a familiar gaze from another, the fox defiantly carried his mother's expressions, that was for sure! Moreover, he was a spitting image of the fox, all the way down to the nervous stance and arched brow. Without even trying, Mikemon would no doubt begin to see the resemblances in this Fox and K.
It was just a shame the fox himself didn't know.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 3:35:13 GMT
Siris had every reason to be skeptical - who was this random cat asking the fox to stick around? Syre seemed every bit as confused as her dad, wondering just what the heck Mikemon was talking about. "You got it wrong, I'm not keeping you here at all. Here, just... hold up a second."
Hopefully giving him that much, Mikemon would reach into his glove, draw out a wallet, and from there, pull out a laminated photo. Looking it over once, the cat gave a nod, and offered the picture over to Siris. Clearly, he wanted the Renamon to take a look... and what he would see might take him a bit by surprise:
Mikemon, sitting on a white Renamon's leg as she sat down on a set of stairs in front of an office, somewhere in Whitewater. More important was the marking on the back of the Renamon's arm - holding a striking resemblance to the mark that Siris had on the back of his hand. Right now, that was much more than a reminder.
"Seriously, what's all this about..." Syre sighed, at this point muttering to herself - unsure if the other two were even listening to her right now. Still, she looked on, simply trying to keep up.
"Interested now?"
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 3:45:49 GMT
Siris stopped, looking over to the cat as he pulled a photo from his wallet, then handed it to him. Very cautiously, Siris took it looking it over and seeing the mark. At first, he just mentally waved it off. Marks like these happened a lot more than people thought, scars from their previous lives, symbols from their heritage...
Heritage...
Siris had to take another look. Then mentally pace backwards. Swanmon had specifically told him the nature of his symbol was that of an order, and only the direct descendants could bare the mark. That Renamon in the picture was indeed his parent! And if they were this close...
"That Renamon is... my mother?"
He ventured a guess. He'd normally be incredibly skeptical about such things, but Swanmon was very pronounced about this marking, she was very clear about it's nature. If that vixen was his mother than this cat had to be his father. He tilted his head;
"Then that makes you...?"
He wasn't sure how to finish it. How did one greet someone they've relentless loathed their faceless existence? Now here he was, the one responsible for his problems and his fears. This cat, here and now, had done him so wrong. He wanted to punch him... wanted to start a fight and hurt him. He even began clinching his fists as he began sniffing and tears welled at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to fight.
He just stood there, fists clinched and shoulders rolled... trying his best to keep from sobbing as he clenched his teeth, the tears slowly rolling down his cheek. It had only been maybe a month, and he already found those he sought to get revenge on.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 3:56:11 GMT
The chances of this happening, right now, was like finding a needle in a haystack... but there they were. Siris held the definitive proof of their kinship in his hand: the white Renamon was the mother, and in all likelihood, the Mikemon, pictured sitting on her leg, was the father.
Of course, Siris' emotional response was quite natural. At his realization, Mikemon couldn't help but water a bit in his eyes as well: he had another! This was Syre's older brother! Just as he would start to sniff and cry, clenching his fists, trying to restrain himself, Mikemon did the one thing that Siris might not have expected:
The Mikemon extended his arms out, open and welcome, offering a hug to his 'lost son'. "Yes... yes, I think that makes me exactly that." His voice was warm and calm, and should Siris accept that hug, the fox would find an earnest grip around his shoulders, as if happy to finally meet his long-lost son.
At that, Syre would flick her ear: "Then... he's my brother? Older, right?" The BlackGatomon stepped forward, tilting her head - and then it clicked! "That must be why its so familiar. Your data signal's just so close to mine... I thought it was just a fluke!"
"Heh... c'mon." The cat tilted his head, towards an open clearing. "We probably have quite a bit to catch up on."
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 4:12:12 GMT
With that hug, which Siris accepted as he leaned into it, all the anger left his body in a wave of heat. He embraced his now known father and buried his head into his shoulder, soaking it with his left over tears and then gently pulling away as he looks over to the BlackGatomon;
"That's probably what I was feeling." he sniffed, rubbing his eyes a bit, "Must be a related data thing, right?". He gave a soft smile and moved back, watching his father head to an open field and he following directly behind.
There he sat down. Not even a day ago he thought about how he'd take revenge on his father and mother in respective separate ways... and when the time came, he wanted them to feel the way he did.
Now that time came, and he only wanted to catch up with his father and have what those younger Digimon had when they're parents came to pick them up. To be happy. But even still, he wanted to know something that's been bugging him from the day he could conjure thought;
"Why?
He spoke aloud, covering his mouth as he turned a bit; "You and mom... you never came to get me. Why?"
His chest began to rise and sink in a quickening pace, a clear sign the fox was growing a bit agitated.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 4:47:01 GMT
"Well, I guess that sounds about right." Syre didn't know exactly how else to explain it, but as Mikemon didn't bother to correct them, they likely had the right idea about it? Either way, the three were soon off to that nice, level area of the field, Mikemon unpacking what was supposed to be a picnic for two. With Siris added, well, all that means is that there weren't going to be any seconds to go around: setting a sandwich and a water-bottle near the Renamon, the cat set up the rest...
... As Siris' one question perked up. Both cats' ears flicked, as that question rolled out before him. Indeed, it was weird: he'd clearly been able to pick up Syre, so why was 'Siris' left behind?
"... Well, bear with me here, for a second: typically, a Digimon knows to come to the Village of Beginnings when they feel their data signal take a specific 'feel'. I noticed the difference in your mother when Syre's egg was created, and that's how we were able to come over and pick her up." Right, that much made sense - the Swanmon had mentioned something like that to Siris at some point, most likely.
"But earlier on, your mother's data was going through a bit of a change of its own. It completely masked the data signal... and quite honestly, we had both thought it was impossible to conceive. Even if she were to have come, just to check, she likely wouldn't have been able to find your egg at all."
Was that it? The reason Siris was left behind wasn't by neglect or anything else, but by dumb, marginal error? "That's just sad," Syre remarked, shaking her head in the background. "I couldn't meet my brother because her fur was still changing color when you had him?"
"Well, that's the long and the short of it," the Mikemon sighed. He sounded like he was guessing - an educated guess, but not entirely certain. However, there was no sign that any of this was intentional! "I'm sorry if I've made this any harder on you than we had to. Excuses or not, its still my mistake..."
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 4:55:06 GMT
Siris sank when he heard his explanation... all this time he blamed them for just not caring. When in actuality, it was because of something completely out of their control. The fox sniffed again, wiping growing tears from his eyes as he pushed the food aside to hug his father yet again, pressing his forehead against Mikemon's shoulder;
"No! It's not... I shouldn't have asked in such an accusing manner. I-It was fate that kept us apart. B-but it brought us together, so all is forgiven."
He squeezed just a bit before returning to his side and retrieving the food he had pushed aside and sighing to himself. So much unneeded anger and disdain, all of it turned out to be nothing more than a wild goose chase, and now... well, there wasn't a point in trying to fend for himself in the wild. He had a family to go home to now. But even still, another burning question came to the forefront, one that would be obvious from the wayward son;
"Where's mom?"
It was an innocent enough question, but one marked with merit and some concern. Unless she had a travelling occupation, she should be present with his father and sister, yet she was no where to be found. He calmed himself a bit, he was wrong about one thing already. No need to make things worse.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 7, 2018 5:21:57 GMT
"Well, more to the point," Mikemon nodded, even clearing a few of his own tears, "It means we finally have time to catch up! I want to get to know you, of course." Returning that hug, giving a pat at Siris' shoulder, he waited until he pulled away, Syre looking on in both interest and slight bewilderment. Well, whatever - sandwiches! It was just a simple ham and cheese with a piece of fruit, but it wasn't as if the two had been doing anything too much before.
Everything seemed well on the surface - but Siris soon asked another question. Yes, just where was mom? "Mm... you'll get to meet her, don't worry, but I'm probably not the best to explain what she's doing. Let me run this in my head for a second. She's-"
"Amazingly powerful," Syre cut in, "But it stems from long periods of meditation."
Well, that was definitely part of it, but the Mikemon coughed to cut back in. "I'm a doctor and a researcher, so my residence is more permanent - so I watch after Syre. As a fighter and a mercenary, she's often doing jobs for the mission guild and the like. Really," he scratched the back of Syre's head, "we make the best of it as we can."
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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 5:30:03 GMT
"Powerful? How powerful?"
To Siris, a brand new Digimon's whos highest level of Digimon seen was champion, he was a bit confused on how anyone could be "amazingly" powerful. Maybe she just read too many books! Still, knowing he'd get to meet his mom was enough for him not to ask a follow up question on the matter of where she was... it was more on who they were as a whole;
"What about you? You said you're a doctor and such, but how strong are you?"
He asked in simple curiosity, nothing underling the question and moreover, nothing else than pure innocence. Though he was 'full grown' he still had a lot of adolescents to conquer and maturity to gather. Siris was no warrior, not by any means, but to know his mom was a fighter AND a mercenary... wait.
"What's a mercenary?"
He had some sort of idea, but now was the time for questions, and the young fox had plenty of them. He wanted to ask in a rapid fire manner, but decided it was best for his father to articulate and explain in a way that Siris could understand. After all, he learned that confusion and fights often stemmed from a lack of communication. Mikemon would find no shortage of that in this kit.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 7, 2018 17:37:35 GMT
"Like... really powerful! Its like, um... I don't know how to put it in numbers or words..."
Really, it was hard for Syre to put into words or even numbers. She hadn't seen K firsthand, after all, and hadn't been involved in any serious fights that would have made her quite understand what she was saying. Even Mikemon seemed to be struggling to put it into words. But as the topic was turned to him, the cat tried to figure out a good way to put it:
"Well, at my peak, I can hit mega. Its honestly a bit hard to show since I really don't want to tear through anything out here, but I guess one example can't hurt?" He wasn't sure if this was the best way to show anything, but out here in the middle of the field, he couldn't think of anything else: reaching out to his side, the Mikemon drew a familiar red crystal above his hand, and with a small focus of energy, a 'disc' of similar material formed around it.
Popping the crystal loose, he held up the disc like a Frisbee, and pointed to a hill, just a bit off in the distance. "Keep your focus there. And..."
Spinning around just once, he let that bladed disc fly, an impressive whir surrounding the object, giving off the hum of a buzz-saw. The disc struck right through the front of the hill - and blasted right through, through several feet of dirt, only to continue spinning straight through the other side. About a hundred yards into the air, the weapon vanished into trash data, as Mikemon rolled over his shoulders.
"The general rule of thumb, is that when a Digimon evolves to their next form, they grow about four times in strength. To put it in perspective, I am three 'forms' in front of you - meaning I am around sixty-four times as strong as you if I go full swing. Your mother is four times stronger than that."
But really, numbers didn't do it any justice, and Syre was still enamored by the act: "Amazing! The shield didn't even get slowed down by the hill... and it was so clean that I can't even find the hole where it went in!" The BlackGatomon padded at the side of the grass, as Mikemon gave a small chuckle.
What was a mercenary? "Hm? A mercenary is just a fancy word for 'fighter for hire'. Mission-goer, bodyguard, exterminator - the jobs can be quite varied. She's quite capable at it, too." That aside, that did perk a curious question back from the cat: "If you don't mind me asking, how was the Village? I don't mean this to offend, but have you had a class of any sort?"
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