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Post by Siris on Jul 7, 2018 22:40:48 GMT
Siris only blinked... his father had just destroyed all concept of power and strength and didn't even break a sweat doing it! Syre was equally as amazed, except she vocalized it. He shook himself into a more sobering thought as he looked to his father, who was now sitting like nothing happened at all! At least he got an answer about the Mercenaries and what they were. Now the tables had turned and he was being asked the questions.
The Village and classes? If he remembered correctly, the 'free' digimon were claimed by areas to fill occupations if they didn't meet a certain criteria. Siris was to be given to some Provence or another, but he couldn't recall as he had digivolved much faster than his peers. Even Swanmon blinked how fast he took the form of Renamon and thus, no lessons. He was fairly uneducated when it came to those terms and he hadn't seen much in this world, save a large, scary looking beetle digimon that defended him against another larger digimon. He looked up, not realizing he was spacing out in thought and smiled;
"Nothing serious or formal... the Champion aspect is only because I was told. Mega? Ultimate? All gibberish to me! But I do understand the power! Mom is two-hundred-fifty six times more powerful than I. Which is pretty strong!"
Maybe Mikemon would take notice of how quickly he put that together with little to no time in his head. Maybe it would be passed along as a lucky guess. But Siris never had a problem with numbers or distances, like he could pick it out of thin air and solve pretty much anything. He fidgeted with his hands, another quirk from his mother as he looked up;
"So what now?"
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 7, 2018 23:16:05 GMT
Indeed, Siris seemed to be a bit lost in thought - but really, no harm, no foul. As he would mull over his answer, both the cats would return to their lunch for a bit - Syre silently wishing that they had went with chicken or turkey instead of ham for this outing. Well, it didn't pay to be picky!
And, soon enough, Siris would come back around with his answer. It was about the answer that Mikemon expected - a lot of the questions the Renamon was asking were obvious in retrospect - but something did] catch his ear, as the Renamon quickly came up with the next factor of four. Syre seemed almost confused, muttering under her breath: "Is that right? If its just another four times, then... no, then is that four sixty-fours?"
To Mikemon, such a number was second hat. He wouldn't be in his profession if he couldn't do math that would make most mon's heads spin, but Siris wasn't even slowed down by that. "Heh, you got a bit of a numbers head on you, don't ya? Guess you did get something from me." He chuckled back, as Syre gave a huff - but as their lunch winded down, Siris seemed quick to get to the next point.
What was next?
"We still need Aquarius Flower, right?"
"That we do," Mikemon returned a nod, turning back to Siris. "You care to help? We're looking for this," Mikemon offered a single cut of the herb for the Renamon to observe, "But really, I could use some help watching over Syre. You're taller, and, honestly, a bit more intimidating than I look, so it'll be easier for you to keep an eye on her than me. So how about it?"
Syre, in turn, gave a small laugh! "Yeah, how about it, big bro? Want to help your younger sis pick some flowers?"
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 0:07:54 GMT
Siris, again, fidgeted with his hands as he heard them ask if he'd help, and the answer was an easy choice;
"Of course! I saw a patch of those around the bushes here, wanted to pick some to see if I could sell them or something. People in town pay pretty bits for flowers for some reason!"
He walked over, placing a paw on Syre's head and rubbing it thoroughly, "Don't get too comfortable! You never know when something will sneak up on you!" he joked, pushing her gently as he crossed his arms a bit;
"So, erm... dad? Is it alright if I call you that?" the question was ab it forced from his throat, but he wanted nothing more than to see his father for who he was, rather than a randomly named Digimon. Mikemon, to him, was dad.
With that, the fox would help out by watching Syre pick flowers here or there, and nod when she showed them, keeping a watchful eye as he noticed someone approach. Could be a tourist or even just someone wandering, regardless, Siris called out to his father;
"Someone's coming. Weird looking orange bean-thing with batwings."
The "Weird looking bean" would be a Patamon, with a messenger bag hanging as it flew to the group. It smiled and retrieved a letter, with a seal from the Council of The Skies. He spoke as he tossed the bag back over;
"For Siris!"
He turned and left as quickly as he approached, leaving the fox even more confused and holding the letter.
"What... is this?" The fox asked quizzically!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 0:30:24 GMT
Heh, he seemed to have a bit of K's tendencies as well! Thankfully, but unsurprisingly, Siris agreed to help - earning both a smile from the BlackGatomon and a chuckle from the Mikemon. "Well, its used for a bit more than lining up flower pots."
"Mm! Dad uses them to make medicine. He usually gets his ingredients from a shop, but for some reason he's got us out picking them today..." Squinting her eyes at that head-pat, she gave him a light shove right back. "Careful, or I might be the one to sneak up on you, Sy!" Shortened names, already? Mikemon gave a nod to Siris: "Of course, son!"
Well, there was no reason to keep it formal either way, right? For the next little bit, Mikemon would watch at a distance, letting the brother and sister work together and get used to each-other. Already, Syre seemed much more comfortable in the presence of her apparent kin. "Its just a matter of finding the muddy spots - ah, see, there's another good bunch!" Kneeling down to pluck the flower by the root, Syre saw motion in the corner of her eye, and looked up:
A Patamon, holding a messenger bag? Siris called it out, and Mikemon returned an explanation: "Postal runner. He's probably got a letter for me, but-"
Wait... no, it was for Siris? And with such an important seal? The doctor blinked as the small seraphim flew off, equally confused as Siris.
Syre, however, had a much simpler answer: "Who knows? Open it, let's find out!"
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 1:37:28 GMT
Siris blinked, a letter? Someone likely sending him news or congratulating him, maybe it was a simple clinical error. Still, his name was on it, wasn't it? He had every right to break the seal. And he did with surprising amount of ease as he began to read it's contents;
Siris,We would like to welcome you to the Empyrean Skies as a member of the Knight's Concord. A prestigious position given to you based on your heritage and your already known skills. You are to report to the Knight's Concord in two weeks with this letter and proof of your heritage (A symbol you were likely born with). Please bare in mind that as a Digimon marked 'unclaimed', you are expected to report to us.With regards, Damocles, Protectorate of Luminas.Well, this was odd. Apparently while he was in the village, he was supposed to go to 'Luminas' as they had claimed him. No doubt not by accident. But he had a dad now, moreover, he had parents he could prove. No doubt Mikemon would have a problem with this, as would Syre more than likely. Even his mother might have a say when he saw her. The young fox looked to his father and handed the letter to him;
"What do we do, dad?"
The question was a serious one, as no doubt he'd have to answer them sooner or later. Perhaps they'd need to write a reply? Maybe they'd need to ignore it. Maybe they didn't care enough to send anyone for a lowly fox like himself. But something nagged in the back of his head;
They wanted them for themselves.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 2:02:36 GMT
Well, wasn't that ominous? Whether Siris read it out loud, or whether Mikemon read the letter after Siris looked it over, the Mikemon couldn't help but arch a brow. This was an interesting letter, of course, but the feline perceived the letter a little differently than the Renamon might have.
Siris was nervous, of course, so Mikemon chose his first words carefully:
"A fair option's just to do nothing at all about it." He tapped the letter again, showing it to Siris: "Look carefully. They use strong words like 'expect', 'heritage', and even descriptors like 'unclaimed', but there's no listed penalty for not attending. They're merely trying to write the most convincing letter they can without 'lying'. Just to let you know," Mikemon continued, "No city on the surface recognizes Luminas' laws. If you tell them to leave you alone, they have to leave you alone."
"So, you're saying they still might come and take him?" Syre tilted her head, confused, as Mikemon gave a small pat to her head.
"Siris, I'm not going to lie: its a good offer, but if you take it, you'll be working in Luminas for the rest of your days. Its a place to learn comradery, discipline, and a regimented means to get stronger - but you'll swear your oath to the castle. A regular 'Knight' or 'Soldier' if you will. However,"
Mikemon gave a careful sigh. "It is much too early to decide, and two weeks is not enough time to make such a difficult decision. I will pen a response, sign it with both my stamp and your symbol, and send it back. Don't worry - if you ever decide to join, on your own merit, all you need to do is walk in through the front door and ask. Alright?"
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 4:30:26 GMT
Siris looked up and nodded. Was this truly a ruse to intimidate the young fox into joining the ranks of Luminas? His father truly knew what was best as Siris found his answer to be the most satisfying. The fox bowed his head, not sure how to respond;
"Thanks, dad. Y...you know what's best. I'll lean back on that."
Siris sighed, letting the Mikemon take the letter and do with it whatever he wanted. A position in an order? That sounded promising, for certain. But to pledge his life to a castle or a person? That he was unsure about. It would take time to decide, and with the allot time his father gave him? It should be enough to make a conscious decision about what he wanted to do. Maybe his mother could give some more input? She was a knight, wasn't she? She would know all about the order and their mission.
As if by a blink, it began raining. No warning or indication, just began pouring on the trio as the now soaking Renamon looked to his father and sister;
"I take it we don't want to be stuck in this?"
He looked to his father to lead the way to whatever shelter they could find. On this plain? It would be quite the walk back to the town!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 4:52:12 GMT
"Don't worry, son. I got your back." Returning that sigh with a smile, Mikemon folded up that letter for now, storing it inside his glove, before they would set out on their task a while longer. Siris seemed a bit more distracted - rightfully so - but it wasn't as if anything here wouldn't go by without his full attention.
What wasn't helpful, however, was this sudden downpour of rain! "Ah, I was sure I checked it before we headed out..." A bit taken aback by the weather, the doctor merely sighed, as Syre gave a sudden "Nyah!" at the chilling water over her fur!
Siris' words were more than obvious - and the BlackGatomon was the first to call out: "This way, then! I saw something just over this hill..."
What would that be? Why, a decommissioned Trailmon Station! Just over the hill, the three would spy remnants of broken track scattered about, but more importantly, the metal husk of a station - with an age old schedule - looked to be their best chance in the rain. With Syre leading the way, the three would quickly - and easily enough - make their way inside, the metallic sound of rain hitting the ceiling echoing through the empty abode.
"Ugh..." Syre shook her head, feeling that water sink into her fur. "You're lucky, bro. You can just shake this out - us cats are stuck to stay wet."
"Well, guess we're going to need a shower when we get back." Chuckling, trying to make light of it, the Mikemon looked over to the one fox in the group. "Still, that sorta blew in out of nowhere. How ya holding up?"
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 5:29:27 GMT
The sudden shower came down with a force that didn't just coat Syre or Mikemon, it covered Siris' whole body. His fur two shades darker as it matted down to his skin;
"This water is... very cold."
He looked around, and went for one of the few trees around the plains, soon, it was the only shelter he had until Mikemon led him elsewhere. The sound of the water making impact with the dirt and trees left Siris to cover his ears a bit, shivering as the cold really set it. He sighed, he could even see his breath! It didn't take long for him to follow whatever direction his father led. Anything would be better than this ice shower he was receiving!
"Where are we going, Dad? I'm following you!"
Those words were not minced! The fox would give chase as close to his father and sister as he could without tripping them up. Soon, they'd end in the Trailmon station where the noise of the rain only grew... but at least they were dry. If only they could do something about that wind that cut right through Siris.
"Better than standing in the rain, I think."
He didn't want to pry or force, but Siris was ready to go 'home'!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 5:58:41 GMT
Fortunately, it wouldn't take long for the three of them to get to cover... but unfortunately, it didn't look like this weather was going to blow over any time soon. The sound of rain pouring down in buckets rattled on that metal roof, its wear showing as leaks through the ceiling left a continuous drain back into the derelict station.
It was wet, freezing, and uncomfortable - Siris wasn't the only one feeling the chill. "D-dad... you think you could hurry it up a little? We're freezing here..." Giving a light clatter of the fangs, the BlackGatomon gave a shiver, as Mikemon gave a smirk back:
"You two are only cold because you think you're cold. That said..." It really wasn't the best idea to stay out here for too long. Giving a blink to Siris, the doctor gave a nod - and fiddling with some sort of device, a blue gateway opened before the three of them. "Mindful when you step through. Don't track water too far."
"Yeah, I got it..." Arms crossed, the BlackGatomon hurriedly slipped through, Mikemon offering Siris to go next. Should he step through? Well, he'd still hear the rain - pattering against the window from the outside - but he'd finally be out of the wind. In fact, this was Mikemon's own quarters, back in the Library, about halfway up one of the club's towers. The Renamon would be able to look outside, over the expanse of the plain...
... Likely to only be interrupted by the doctor! "Sorry, I'll get you settled in, in a second. Go out, down the hall, second right. Linen closet: grab a towel and dry off."
It wouldn't be too hard to find: the BlackGatomon was already there, getting that water out of her face! "Ugh... where'd that storm kick up from..."
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 6:20:19 GMT
Just when Siris thought he couldn't get any more wet or cold, he was proven wrong. With his own fangs clicking lightly against eachother, the fox rubbed his arms, breathing out as his father opened sudden shifted a device and opened a portal!
"W-Woah!" the fox murmured as he followed through to a much warmer, much more comfortable environment.
It was his quarters, with a view that literally took Siris' breath away. Beauty like he had never seen and sights he had never witnessed. Truly it was a thing to behold before the voice of his father brought him back to reality;
"Oh, uh, got it, I think?"
He followed the directions and found Syre already face first into a towel, drying off. He reached around her to grab his own and followed suit. Almost melting into the feeling of the soft linen and warm air. It was pure heaven and no doubt Syre would have taken notice!
"You live like this? Wait. Where is this?"
Siris look around the corridor her was in. It was softly lit and homey! But it still didn't answer his question. No doubt the home of his own family. But again, it left more questions than answers. He would seek out his father for further inquiry!
So many question from the young fox!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 6:36:43 GMT
Well, to Siris it might have been special - but to Syre, this was what she had known. Continuing to dry off, she simply gave a nod to Siris, and stepped aside as the Renamon grabbed his own towel.
"Ugh, finally..." Still just a touch damp, the BlackGatomon gave that towel one more pass, looking up as Siris asked that question. What did he mean, 'she lived like this'? "Well, sure - at least this floor, anyway. Mikemon put a lot into this place so he has a good part of this tower to himself." As for where? Well, that question made more sense to her!
"Oh, its the, um, 'Great Moving Library' or something like that. My dad's part of a research team, and so this is their central base! The books and stuff are closer to ground level - right now, we're back in the more 'residential' or 'base' part of it all."
That alone was fairly interesting. "It does mean we'll have to set up another room for you. Until that's up... well, I hope you don't mind a couch or something?" The cat's tone was curious, at this point! "Most of the rooms on this floor are pretty full up, and I can't imagine dad would want you on a different level..."
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 7:19:22 GMT
Siris gave a nod, mimicking her with the motion of drying off as he listened intently. 'The Great Moving Library?' what did that mean? But it was also a tower? He was as confused as he was interested. He tossed the towel over his shoulder and smiled;
"I don't mind... better than a cave or tree!" he gave a weak chuckle, almost like he was trying to lighten the mood of him being stuck in the wild for so long. With that, no doubt a silence would fall between the two as Siris sort of examined her sister. She took after dad, that was for certain. The question prodded if he took after mom. Oh!
"So... where's mom? I really want to meet her." the fox shook a bit, loosening some of that stubborn water as he stretched his shoulders, then yawned. The sudden change from cold to warm was enough to make him a little heavy eyed. Though, like his hunger earlier, he didn't like to be a burden on others. He simply did he best to try to not give any indication he was tired at all. Instead, he would converse and sit with his sister until such time as Mikemon came forth and continued to his son!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 8, 2018 18:35:24 GMT
Honestly speaking, Syre wasn't quite used to having Siris around - but with everyone else in the club, having a sudden face show up or walk by was something she was quite used to. "Yeah, definitely better than camping out there." Relatively oblivious to those sparse looks, the smaller cat would find herself relatively dry much faster than her taller brother.
"Hm? Mom?" Tossing the cloth in a hamper, and stretching out her back, the feline gave a yawn. "Its hard to say - you heard dad earlier, right? She travels a lot for her work. To be honest, I haven't seen much of her, either." That was a bit understandable, of course, but potentially disappointing for Siris. Considering everything else that had gone 'right' today, though, perhaps he'd simply accept the fact now and move on. After all, he was chilled, tired, and wet, but finally had a place he could call home.
Sensing her brother's fatigue, Syre gave a chuckle: "Its a bit early for it, but how about we see about a place for you to, well... set-up?" Syre wasn't exactly sure about the wording here, but the intent was clear! "Oh, maybe we could unwind with a game or something!"
If Siris was that good at numbers, maybe he could pick up a simple board-game. Backgammon, probably not - but maybe checkers?
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Post by Siris on Jul 8, 2018 19:25:16 GMT
The 'residential' area of the Library was nice, to say the least. It wasn't a luxurious home, but it was something. With the thought of setting up and getting some shut eye, Siris only gave a warm smile. His little sister recommended a game to wind down, to which he nodded; The young fox was aching from all the running around and collecting flowers! He needed something to relax with.
"Okay, you're on! Let's see your games."
He was unsure what kind of games she would have! Back in the Village and even in the 'wild' he played Checkers and a human game involving marbles and jacks. Cherrymon, the overseer of the Village, told the children Checkers was invented by Digimon and humans brought it over to use it in war or something. He always questioned it's validity, but didn't really care to look into it!
He would point out the games he knew. Some card games, checkers, and even some odder ones maybe even Syre wouldn't think he knew. Either way, he would sit down when she picked her game and set up, then it was just a matter of listening to the rules and playing.
To think... just a day ago, Siris was aimless and unsure where he'd go. Only with a goal to seek somesort of revenge on his parents. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd find one of them in such a short time, let alone moving in with him! It just went to show that Yggdrasil did provide!
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