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Post by Siris on Aug 14, 2018 2:23:11 GMT
As he heard about this Ronin from the mouth of his own father, Siris' ears would be perked up as high as they could go. He'd lean on his front foot, listening as hard as he could. Kajunemon? He had never heard of such a Digimon, but then again... he barely knew the world as it was! But the other things seemed a bit off, at least to him. Was he really that morally white? Siris knew that the world was already grey enough, surely no-one had that sense of justice in them! With that thought, he shrugged. There was no-way for Siris to know for certain.
Then came the question, what did the duo want to do? Siris wasn't sure about Syre, but he had one good idea;
"Uhm..." he said, bringing back the familiar fidgeting in his hands, "Well..." it was on the tip of his tongue, but he was unsure how to really say it? Mikemon was so preoccupied with his work, and for good reason! Siris would only get in the way, really. But he figured it was worth a shot!
"Can I... uh... have a hug?"
The warm embrace of a loved one! Something Siris never really got. But now, here it was! The Fox, for all his 'wildness' and 'toughness' in the wilderness was actually just a big softy! He was unsure how he'd hug his dad with the height difference, but he was he didn't think about that when he asked. Not to mention Syre be left out...
He shook his head, still exceedingly nervous; "N-nevermind, I dunno why I aksed such a dumb thing!" he gave a nervous laugh, not unlike Syre's from before! Hopefully it defused the awkward situation he just created!
IF he created it!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 15, 2018 23:50:20 GMT
Siris definitely wasn't used to being in the 'urban' world at this point: one simple question and he was left stammering! Mikemon was patient, even as Syre gave a nervous chuckle off to her brother's side.
Eventually, something did come out - a hug! Wait, a hug? Mikemon seemed almost taken aback for a moment, perhaps enough for Siris to suddenly feel nervous about his request - but to that, Mikemon just gave a chuckle. "I mean, that's not really something to 'do', more a way to say 'hi'... but..."
Yeah, why not? Carefully moving onto his desk, Mikemon would lean in, and give his son a good hug around his shoulders, Syre simply giving a smirk off to the side. There really wasn't that much to it: held for a second, before 'dad' would pull back with a smile. "Well, let me wrap up here, and we can hit up the afternoon like I usually do. Syre, we're practicing techniques today - Siris, might as well join us. Not so much fighting, more 'exercise'!"
"Heh..." Sheesh, was her bro really that much of a softie?
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Post by Siris on Aug 17, 2018 5:52:54 GMT
With folded ears, the young fox could only give a small smile at the continued awkwardness... until his dad agreed, moving onto his desk to makeup the height difference and reaching in. The fox at first was caught off guard! He didn’t expect an actual hug!
With his arms kept down to his side, he buried his muzzle into his father’s shoulder, giving a contempt sigh as he cherished it. He wasn’t held much as a young Digimon, more over, he wasn’t loved. This was new to him and he wanted to gather as much of it as possible!
Then he spoke of wrapping up and practicing techniques. Siris began to ask what he meant, but he stopped as Mikemon explained further;
”O-oh, uhh, I’m not a very good fighter so I’ll just get in the way!” he gave a chuckle that was as nervous as his body language. The fox sighed, looking to his younger sister who gave a slight chuckle, which caught his attention;
”Oh... did I, uh say something?”
He looked around, then sighed a bit. He had this feeling that this was the only way to spend time with his long lost dad;
”O-okay... I’ll go.” He said with a heavy helping of reluctance!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 20, 2018 1:56:03 GMT
"If you're not good at fighting, all the more reason to practice. Syre's still got quite a ways to go herself!" Picking up Siris' nervousness to it, Mikemon gave a small sigh. "Its not like I want you to learn to be a violent type either - but knowing how your data works for combat is just a good idea. Besides, you want to rely on your sister to protect you?"
"Yeah, you're the older brother here!" Chiding Siris a bit, Syre gave him a half-wave. It seemed that the three had their plans for the afternoon nice and set. For now, Mikemon returned to the papers at his desk. "I'll wrap up soon enough. You two go on ahead. Syre knows the way."
"Aye." With that, and a nod to her reluctant brother, she'd lead on: down two flights of stairs, out the back of the Library, and out to the fields. It wasn't too far out: past a somewhat-large hill, they'd come to a leveled-out area, marked off with wooden stakes, the ground scarred and ragged.
"Quite a find, this place: dad said some Digimon probably used it as their practice grounds like 50 or so years ago, by the look of it. So, we won't have to worry about tearing anything up - since its all torn up to begin with!"
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Post by Siris on Aug 22, 2018 0:24:58 GMT
Truly, it wasn’t that Siris didn’t know how to fight. In fact, it was the exact opposite. From the moment he had limbs, it all just... clicked. The momentum of bodies and the movements in general. To him it just came together as simple as breathing. Like he has done it a thousand times. The issue was because he didn’t really know where his limit was, and had hurt others by accident. He especially didn’t want to hurt his sister!
He would follow her, then lead to the battlefield and look around, raising his ears at her explanation;
”Wow... really? That’s... crazy!”
He watched her go about however she’d get ready to spar and he’d simply walk around, looking about. Where they really doing this?
Whenever Syre would finally ‘attack’, Siris would simply fall over and sort of surrender to her as she would easily ‘win’ the first round. To her, it might seem like he was an easy target. But if Mikemon was watching, he’d easily see he threw that little spar.
Maybe Syre would realize it was too easy, but Siris would try his absolute best to convince her by his movements and grabs! It was better she get a good laugh rather than him accidentally hurt her!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 25, 2018 3:05:23 GMT
That, um...
That didn't seem right. One swipe of her claw, barely tagging Siris' leg, and the Renamon had already fallen onto the ground - seeming almost fearful of her. With a sigh, Syre sat halfway down, resting her paws on her knees. What gave there? She was a little confused - and though the next round went a little better, with Siris starting to use more deft dodges and movements, he was still way too easy to keep track of.
This wasn't the Renamon that scared the wits out of her the day they met. This wasn't a Renamon that would have survived more than five minutes in the wild. Eventually, Syre's movement slowed - obvious openings made in her stance...
... Until she stopped, claws tensed up, a huff in her face. "Siris, c'mon. Your eyes were way sharper than that!"
"She has a point, son." Sitting at the edge of the arena, the cat shook his head, a small smirk on his face: "I get being her brother, but isn't that just insulting her effort? Syre's put a lot of practice into this!"
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Post by Siris on Aug 25, 2018 5:10:15 GMT
Busted.
Siris did his absolute best to throw them off the scent of his feign losses, but Syre was sharp and watched his natural reflexes he couldn’t hide. He might have played it off, but with Mikemon confirmed it; He was all but exposed to the act.
”I-I just...”
He leaned back a bit, rubbing his arm and looking away, ”I just don’t know how to control it.”
He stepped forward, watching his sister; ”I-I don’t want to hurt you, sis.” he said with a small quiver in his voice, clear that he wouldn’t budge even if she struck him. Instead, he looked to Mikemon;
”Can I just watch instead?” he said, still nervous and now fidgeting with his ears splayed to show his nervousness.
It truly was that the fox could not control his ability over the art of self defense. It was either full speed or not at all, he knew Syre would not handle his speed either, given from what he ‘lost’ to. And at their levels, he’d definitely hurt her. Maybe they’d understand, maybe they’d back. He was certain they shared this sentiment.
But then again, Syre was the type to push others even when they didn’t want to be pushed! There was only one real way to find out.
”W-we could play Backgammon!”
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 31, 2018 0:41:14 GMT
Oh...
Oh, that was it? At Siris' words, Syre gave a small blink, a bit of an embarrassed look crossing her eyes. "So... you were just looking out for me? Huh..." She didn't get much of a chance to cut in, as Siris immediately turned his attention to 'dad'. Of course, Mikemon understood the concerns he had...
... And honestly, he was surprised. This was quite a different feel than the Renamon who seemed like he was about to jump the two of them, out in the fields! He took a moment, then gave a small nod. "Well, I'm not going to pressure you to do something you don't want to - but at the same time, I don't want you to be falling behind. You don't have to spar each-other - why don't the two of you practice your techniques against the rocks?"
"That way," he figured, "At least you two can understand what the other can do." Was that a fair compromise? Syre, a bit disappointed, gave a nod: "Can do, I guess - hm?"
Oh, now Siris wanted to play Backgammon? She laughed! "No, I can play Backgammon. You can roll dice and forget which way the pieces go!"
Oof!
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Post by Siris on Sept 1, 2018 0:12:39 GMT
Yet another nervous chuckle was given to his sister at his skills in Backgammon. That, at least, was true. He was no good at the board game. His father suggested he hit some rocks to show what he could do, and even then, the Renamon was unsure if this was truly what he wanted. Despite being a bit 'up front' in the wild, he tried his best not to resort to violence for any means, even in practice.
But, he didn't want to make things worse than they were! With a sudden, almost experienced stance, the Fox focused on the rock, then closed his eyes as he centered... focused on his foe. This piece of Digital Earth was toast! Siris brought his leg up, then stabbed it out with speed that left his leg in only a blur of yellow and white. To show his father he knew what he was doing; he stopped just centimeters before making contact. The pads on his feet just brushing against the gravel of the stone.
Just as quickly as he brought his foot up, he switched his stance and put his fist into the stone, keeping a hand covering his temple as he struck, staring straight as his opponent as it left as single dent where his fist met the promontory. He blinked, then bit his lip to return to his fidgeting
"T-there..."
He looked to his little sister, then to his dad, "Was that too slow? I-I can go faster."
Holding out indeed!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 1, 2018 17:09:19 GMT
Siris wasn't going to get completely over his nervousness - but, at the very least, he was able to show at least part of what he could pull off. Syre gave a few steps back, the BlackGatomon watching from a short distance as Mikemon watched from the edge of the arena. He'd been a wild fox up to this point, so it would be interesting to see what he would need to iron out... oh?
That first kick. Though it showed that the Renamon had control, more impressively, it demonstrated something else to the Mikemon - and the stance following that punch made him look on in interest. The older cat had seen something quite interesting... even if Syre rolled her eyes.
"Just one punch? I mean, you could really do more damage than-"
"No, that was good, Syre." The scolding sister blinked, looking over to her dad as her ear twitched. That was... good? What about it was-
"Actually, better than I thought. You should look a little closer, Syre." To make his point, Mikemon raised his left hand - just as Siris did - covering his temple behind his hand. There, he stood towards Syre, keeping a fist tensed off behind. "Look at this. From here, you can shift your weight back on either foot - and you're presenting a side to your opponent, protecting your stomach. The arm, though simple, protects the critical points of your head and neck. Somehow, he's managed to pick up a 'neutral' stance."
"You... um... just from how he's standing? But isn't he just a wimp?" Somehow, the cat didn't seem confident in those words. But that attention just made the Mikemon ask another question:
"You sure you don't have control? Who taught you, before?"
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Post by Siris on Sept 1, 2018 18:41:53 GMT
With slightly bared teeth from the impact, the fox rubbed the back of his head, giving a warm smile to his father's praise. He wasn't expecting this! With his father explaining what he could not, despite he himself doing it, Siris would sort of trail off in his own mind. Truly, for the first time since he's been in this world, he'd receive praise that wasn't furthering someone else. Every other time with that 'gang', it was praising because he did something that helped the group.
He looked to Mikemon and sighed, leaning as he spoke of a neutral stance. The words forced him to peer down at his own covered paws;
"Neutral...?"
His father then turned the question to him, asking him where he learned to fight as such. The young fox only gave a surrendering gesture and shook his head;
"N-No one. I just... knew."
A wild fox born with the ability to fight as such? Truly Siris was an anomaly the more the duo discovered about him. Despite this, it would be without a doubt who, at least his mom was as he'd go right back to that habitual fidgeting!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 1, 2018 18:59:10 GMT
"... A natural stance?"
That... that was surprising. It wasn't something that Mikemon disbelieved off the bat - in fact, it wasn't even something that was unheard of. However, something about it didn't add up. As a Renamon, shouldn't have he had developed something a little difference? Thinking it through, the doctor asked something a bit 'out of the blue'. Even as Syre looked on in amazement, the 'dad' gave a request: "Syre, take the position of using your Saberk - but don't call the blade up."
"Um... alright?" Reining herself back in, she gave a shrug - and her own stance. She stood with her right foot forward, fist tensed as if holding a blade - a definitive 'stance' that she had picked up without practicing. Indeed, it was different - could Siris not use the Saberk? Mikemon's own stance didn't match either - he stood astride when he fought, as a caster watching the battlefield.
Why would Siris have such instincts? It wasn't Syre's, it wasn't his own - where could he have picked it up? "Curious... not that I mind how you learned it, Siris." For now, he just let that thought slip by. "When you do fight, and fight seriously, how do you go about it?"
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Post by Siris on Sept 1, 2018 20:27:07 GMT
Confidence was never Siris' strong suit. So much so that when he was questioned by his father, he almost folded. He didn't want to be known as a liar, even if he was telling the whole truth! He turned to Mikemon to watch Syre's natural stance of some sort of weapon. A... Saberk? By her stance, he assumed it was some kind of pole-based weapon!
Siris gave a small, nervous smile, the question of his usage of fighting in the wild was brought out, and with it, the reminders of the things he had done as an even younger and much much more naive fox. He looked down at his own hands again, then back to Mikemon;
"Aggressively... but with like I showed you. I... don't wanna talk about that much." Siris said, rubbing his own arm and folding his ears flat to his skull. It would show again... that side he kept trying to hide. Pressed, he'd be more inclined to give a whole answer as to what happened just before he met Syre and Mikemon. He'd watch his sister again, examining her stance and naturally looking for 'weak' points in it, one to exploit if he were fighting her!
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 1, 2018 22:44:11 GMT
Without knowing exactly what a Saberk was, Siris' analysis of her stance wouldn't be complete - but as a simple 'fighting' stance, it was full of holes. Weight was tensed right up on the front foot, and the arm that was held forward held no power if she was approached directly from the front. It made little sense - unless the 'Saberk' that Mikemon mentioned was some sort of bladed weapon.
"Nyah?" Tilting her head as Siris looked over that stance, the BlackGatomon gave a blink. She quickly relaxed her pose, standing straight up as she gave a small yawn. "Um... what are you looking at, then?" She didn't get it in the slightest. However, she missed something far more pertinent, more important.
As Siris gave his dismissive answer, Mikemon gave a sigh. Stepping down onto the battlefield himself, he'd walk right up to Siris - climbing right atop that dented rock - to give his son a firm pat on the shoulder. A smile graced his face, but his tone was more direct than before. "I know its not comfortable, but..."
He have a smile. "I'm your dad. I don't want to just know you as the Renamon who looks up to a heroic fox from history books or a timid boy who shies away in the corner whenever he's pressured. I know its a lot to ask, but..."
The cat gave a nod: "Tell me about yourself. Your real self, Siris."
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Post by Siris on Sept 3, 2018 22:51:22 GMT
As the two went on with their stances and examination, Siris only sat back, trying to keep away while they did what they did. The young fox watched as Syre continued her stance, then stood up and quizzicality asked what he was staring at, catching him in his own head.
”J-just thinking. You look like you know what you’re doing- hm?”
His father walked up, almost making the fox recoil as he got equal height and placed a stern paw on Siris’ shoulder, which made him flinch under the grasp. Mikemon would have definitely felt it;
”I...I...”
The shame. The fault. The guilt. It all came bearing down on the fox at once. He was lost and confused, he didn’t know any better! His father couldn’t know.
”I... can’t” he said in a low whimper. Sniffing as tears built up in the corners of his eyes.
”I... can’t...” he trailed off again, hanging his head as he felt ashamed he couldn’t provide his father even with the most basic of information on his short time in the wild. It might have been dog eat dog, but that didn’t change the fact that whatever Siris did and was hiding, he was not proud of it. He wasn’t a monster. That’s why he ran. Once his facade of the tough, wild Renamon was broken. It was impossible to even muster a little courage. At least to him.
This was going to take some working for Mikemon!
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