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Jeanette mashed the trigger on her plastic gun almost mindlessly, the chatter and sound effects around her fading to an audio soup. She'd hoped to get a few games in, since she'd gone so far out of her way to get here, but it was just so packed. Plus, there were only a few games she actually felt like playing, and the same guy had been hogging the Pac-Man machine for what felt like an hour.
So, on her third or fourth lap around the arcade, she'd found this shooter. The zombies were still trudging toward the screen, and the score still sat in the corner, unchanging. Someone had just gotten up and left in the middle of play. And though this type of game wasn't really her thing--anything with a realistic gun that shot non-magical bullets tended to fall outside her interest zone--it was free. And who was she to pass up a free experience?
The zombies fell backward in a heap of polygons, littered with black bullet holes. It made Jen kind of uncomfortable, but for some reason, she didn't put the gun down. Part of her was annoyed, another part disgusted, and yet another part irritated at the giant "K.O." that kept showing up on the screen. But all those inner voices combined were no match for the one that was amazed she hadn't lost yet. That wanted to see how far she could go.
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 7, 2018 13:02:04 GMT
What had made her come here? She was trying to remember why. Oh that's right, Hawk made her. He wanted her to get out and do something new and this was the first place they came across. Sam walked slowly around the arcade, careful not to bump into anyone, or be seen by anyone she might've known in school. This wasn't her type of place and it was making her nervous.
In her arms was a pink, bird looking creature. It was Hawk, her Digimon. He made Sam bring him because he knew she really wouldn't go anywhere unless she took him along with her. All the lights and noises seemed to fascinate the little thing. It was a shame he had to stay quiet and still though. Digimon weren't really considered 'normal' in the human world. Lucky for them, or else he would've won at all the games.
What actually made Sam stop was the sound of shooting. Was someone attacking the arcade? She was about hunch over and hide, when she realized the noise was coming from a game. She walked towards the noise, to find a woman not much older than her, playing. Despite ranking up the score, this other person didn't seem to be enjoying the game. Sam's eyes watched in horror as zombie after zombie fell. No wonder she looked like she didn't like this game, but why still play it? "If you don't like it, then stop." The soft whisper came as she stood behind the other girl. Maybe a little too close. Sam didn't realize just how close she was standing until the girl turned around. She took a few steps back and hung her head. "I-i'm s-sorry...."
A quiet, but audible voice broke Jen out of her haze. She turned around, still pulling the trigger, to find a girl who looked a bit younger than her stepping back. Jen’s first impulse was to defend herself--to come up with some excuse. But before she could think of anything, the girl...apologized.
“Oh, uh, it’s fine,” Jen said. “I mean...you can go ahead.”
She scrambled to get the gun back in its holder, and as she leaned forward to do so, she came face to face with a zombie’s jaw sliding off its hinges. That young woman was right. She really didn't like this game all that much. Quickly, she stepped out of the way, signaling the game machine was now unoccupied. “All yours.”
Now all that was left to do was leave the area and see if Pac-Man was finally open. But somehow, that didn’t seem right. Not with the nervousness in this girl's voice, and the way she was looking at the floor. So after a few moments of silence, Jen worked up the resolve to say something. “Are you okay?”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 8, 2018 1:15:18 GMT
Sam was relieved to see that the girl didn't seem to be too angry that she had been standing so close. She watched the other person stop playing the game and put the toy gun back into it's holder. She seemed to take the advice and stopped playing the game, since she wasn't really enjoying anyway. Sam couldn't figure out how some people could play such violent games. They creeped her out and she was sure she'd get nightmares if she played one. But the game was being offered to her. Sam shook her head, declining the offer to play. "N-no t-thank you...."
Sam was turning to leave when the girl spoke to her. This was unexpected. She didn't think the woman would keep talking to her. "I-i'm fine...." she responded. She was, mostly. Sam was always nervous when around people, especially a huge crowd of them, like there was at the arcade. Her arms tightened around her Digimon. It was clear she was uncomfortable and didn't want to be here. Hawk wanted to comfort his tamer, but had to remain still. Sam had warned him about how people may react to him and he didn't want to cause her anymore grief then she was already feeling.
“Alright.” She’d assumed this girl wanted a turn because that seemed a likely reason why someone would be standing behind her. Especially in this environment, where there had to be some people impatient to get gaming. But it looked like she’d been wrong. Hey, it wasn’t like she could blame her.
The girl said she was fine, but honestly, Jen had her doubts. She was squeezing what looked like a stuffed bird tight, as if relying on it for comfort; she must have been uncomfortable in some way. Jen wasn’t going to pry; sometimes, people just didn’t want to talk about it. But she could take a guess. “Okay, but...” She looked around at all the shooting, button pressing, blinking of lights, and banging of those taiko drums. “...it is pretty overwhelming in here, isn't it?”
A thought came to her. “If it helps, I found a quiet room in the back.” Wait, what was she saying? “That is, if you want to stay at all.” Her voice began to trail off as she started to lose confidence. “You can, uh...take your own advice.”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 9, 2018 17:55:50 GMT
The young woman didn't seem to believe Sam when she said she was fine. For the most part she was, just hated crowds. She just nodded in response to the other girl saying it was overwhelming inside the arcade. Yes it was, and she was very anxious. Finding a quiet area in the back? That sounded nice. The other girl was quick to point out she should take her own advice. Her eyes glanced down at the pink thing in her arms. His face was still, but Sam was sure he wouldn't approve of her going away from the crowds. She needed to though, just to calm herself down a little. "O-okay..."
The two young women began to make their way to the back of the arcade. The further back they went, the quieter it seemed to get. Sam could feel herself beginning to relax a little more as she sat down a bench she found. "Thank you." She said to the other girl. She didn't make eye contact with her new companion, poor thing was desperately shy. Sam just sat and stared at the floor.
So the girl had agreed to go to that quiet room. While Jen was a bit surprised she didn’t want to leave the arcade altogether, she didn’t mind; after all, it wasn’t as if she’d forgotten where the room was. She led her down the back halls of the building, gamers and games alike thinning out the further they went. Soon, the only machine in sight was a crane game full of stuffed animals. And once they passed that, they’d arrived.
“No problem!” Jen said in response to the girl. “Glad I could help.” It was then that she realized that her feet had gotten tired from all that standing and walking. "I should sit, too, now that I think of it."
She plopped down on a separate bench nearby. A wave of relief she didn’t know she needed washed over her. And for a few moments, she was silent, eyes locked on that poster on the far wall. The very poster that led her to find this room in the first place.
But she couldn’t stay quiet for long. She wasn’t sure if the two’s interaction was officially over or not, but even if it was, it felt past the point of no return. If she were to leave, she’d have to say something, as it would be considered rude to just disappear.
So she figured it was high time she introduce herself. “I’m Jeanette, by the way,” she said. “But just ‘Jen’ is fine.”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 11, 2018 16:23:55 GMT
Jen seemed to be worn out from the arcade, just like Sam, as she took a seat on a different bench near by. They sat in silence for a few moments, when the other woman spoke up and introduced herself. Jen was a nice name. "Samantha.... Sam." She responded back. Now they were in silence again. She couldn't take much more of this. "I should go...." She said standing up.
This did not sit well with the pink bird in her arms. Hawk managed to pry himself away and was now in the air, an angry look faced at his tamer. "Sam! You promised to interact with other people today!" After scolding his tamer, the Poromon just realized what he had done. "Oops." he said, looking at Jen.
Sam's eyes were wide. Her eyes moved back and forth between Hawk and Jen. Now they were in trouble. Surely the other girl would turn them in. She could easily just grab him and make a run for it, but her legs were frozen. Now they would have to wait to see what the other young woman would do.
Sam, was it? Jen made a mental note to remember that. At least for the duration of their conversation, if there was going to be one. When Sam got up to leave, the tension rushed out of Jen like the air out of a balloon. She was ready to let her go on her way.
But then...something outrageous happened.
She stood up, too, to get a better view of Sam’s…“stuffed bird”. The “stuffed bird” that had just...flown out of her arms and yelled at her.
Jen’s mind raced, touching on every possible explanation. She clearly wasn’t dreaming, because if this were a dream, she wouldn’t even be questioning it. Sam couldn’t be a ventriloquist, because the bird would have to be attached to her somehow. And the bird couldn’t be remote controlled, because Jen looked from left to right to up to down and didn’t see anyone or anything that could be controlling them. The truth was clear: either this was a really advanced AI, or she was looking at a real live talking bird creature.
But...no, that couldn’t be it, could it? She had to be missing something.
With a gasp, she snapped back to reality. Whatever was going on here, she had to say something about it! Both Sam’s and the bird’s eyes were on her; she couldn’t leave them hanging!
So she grabbed the first words that came to her and threw them out there. “Sorry about that. I just...this is...new.” She took a deep breath and composed herself. “Anyway...I have many questions,” she said. “But I get the feeling I’ve seen too much already. So, uh, I can pretend I didn’t see that. If you want.”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 12, 2018 20:26:50 GMT
Sam couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It seemed the girl wasn't freaking out too badly and wasn't really going to turn them in. She took out her Digivice and began to push a few buttons on them. Soon the Poromon took the shape of a teen aged human. He had orange hair, brown eyes and a very smug smile. Having Hawk wear his Holosuit was what Sam wanted to do in the first place, but her Digimon argued against it. He feared people wouldn't talk to her if she was with someone else.
"Cat's out of the bag now." Hawk said, shrugging. "I'm what you call a Digimon, and Sam is my tamer." He tried explaining. Sam, who was a little embarrassed by the whole thing, just gave a tiny little wave. "I was hoping she would try and make new friends today, but...." He glanced at her. "She's a little shy." A big smile was now on his lips. "You know what? We should find you a Digimon!"
"Hawk, I don't think it works that way...."
"Nonsense! I'm sure we could find her one here." He was so sure of himself. Each person met their Digimon in a different way, right?
So much was happening at once. Jen hadn’t even fully accepted the talking bird, and already, he was transforming into a human at the push of a button! “Whoa! How did--?” But she stopped herself. The sooner she did accept it, the sooner she could understand it.
When the newly turned human explained what was going on, she just nodded, giving Sam a small smile back when she waved. A “Digimon” and a “Tamer”? Interesting. What did that mean? What did they do? But before she could ask…
“Hey, wait a second!” she said. She realized both her hands were up and slowly lowered them. “Sorry if I seemed rude there, but, uh...I mean, I get where you’re coming from. If I also had one of these Digimon, that would be the best way to ensure I keep the secret.” She paused to collect her thoughts. “But there’s still so much I don’t know! What exactly do Digimon and Tamers do? How much of a commitment is it? I know you’re eager to get started, but if I’m going to get a Digimon, I'd like to know what I’m getting into.”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 14, 2018 18:41:11 GMT
Sam was shocked to see how calm Jen seemed to be about the whole thing so far. A talking bird turning into a human? Most people would've freaked out. Heck, even Sam had a little freak out whens she first met Digimon. But everything just seemed to click once she met her partner. Even if what happened after was bad, she didn't regret the meeting. But it all seemed to started sinking in when Jen started talking. Sam couldn't blame her. It was a lot to take in.
"What do Digimon and tamers do?" Hawk repeated back. "You're partners, duh. Someone to cover your back in a fight and vice versa. It's great!"
"You're also.... great friends...." Sam quietly added in. There were many things that Digimon and their tamers did for each other, but each relationship was different. Hawk was her best friend, and he almost a life coach for her, trying to boost her confidence in herself. Either way, Sam and Hawk cared deeply for each other. They just showed it in different ways. Sam was open about it, while Hawk gets shy about it because he likes the appearance of the the 'tough guy'.
"Anyway..." Hawk continued, his face slightly pink from embarrassment. "You've got to want one, right?"
Jen listened intently, considering everything Hawk and Sam were saying. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the part about a fight, but she waited until he and his Tamer were finished to reply.
“Great friends?” she said, mostly to herself. “That does sound nice.” It had only been a few months since she’d moved halfway across the world, and she’d never exactly been a social butterfly. So she could definitely use a good friend. And now that she thought about it, getting to explore something supernatural would be a fun bonus.
“But I have one more thing before we go.” She glanced at the wall, figuring out a good way to word this, before looking back at the duo. “Well, two things. First, you mentioned fights. I may be decent at video games sometimes, but in real life, I’m...not very athletic.” And that was putting it lightly. “Is there some bad guy we’ll have to go up against or something? And second...” She struggled to look Hawk and Sam in the eye, regretting having to ask this. “...is there a catch? Will I have to, uh...make any sacrifices?”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 17, 2018 21:46:51 GMT
Sam and Hawk listened to Jen's worries and concerns about meeting her own partner Digimon. They couldn't help but look at each other when she asked about bad Digimon and sacrifices. Sure, when they first in the Digital World, they had gotten lost in the train terminal and were attacked by two demonic Digimon. And maybe Hawk was beaten so badly he dedigivovled, and Sam came home with a few scratches and bruises. Luckily they were with someone whose Digimon could become a Champion and was able to defeat their foes and save all of them. The two mentally agreed not to mention the whole experience to Jen. "No." They said in unison.
"Video games?" Hawk began to ponder something. The Digital World was connected to the technology of the real world, so who was to say they couldn't find a Digimon in one of them. "Let's see if there is a Digimon in this arcade!"
Sam looked at her Digimon. "Here?"
"Sure, why not?" Hawk asked. He looked back and Jen and smile. "Shall we go look?"
The way Hawk and Sam gave her such a firm “No” caught Jen off guard. Whether there really was danger involved or not, she would have expected some sort of elaboration. Or something more hesitant or vague, or....well, she didn’t know what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. A look of worry appeared on her face as she wondered...was that really all there was to it? Was there really no danger, that’s it, end of discussion? Was agreeing to something a stranger was asking her to do, something potentially life-changing, really such a good idea?
But she couldn’t dwell on it for long, because soon Hawk was speaking again. And asking her a question. “Oh, uh,” she said, snapping out of her thoughts, “sure.”
Looked like she’d agreed. She wasn’t sure if that was really the right decision, but...well, she was only agreeing to look for the Digimon, right? And based on the way Sam had reacted to Hawk’s suggestion, it wasn’t even that likely she’d find one.
So she took a deep breath and started looking around the quiet room. “So,” she said, “what do Digimon look like?” After a second, she glanced back at Hawk. “I mean, besides you.”