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Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 22, 2018 0:37:28 GMT
Hawk couldn't believe that Jen was really going to go along with this. He had no idea if they would really find a Digimon in the arcade, but would make sure to brag if they did. He started to walk away, but stopped when he heard Jen speak again. "What do Digimon look like?" He repeated. "Depends. Each one looks different. And we change as we get stronger."
Sam nodded in agreement. When she first met Hawk, he was just a little ball of fluffy, pink feathers. In his rookie form, he was a giant red bird. She hadn't seen if changed more, but something told her that he would.
Hawk led the two girls around the arcade. He just had to find a game that could possibly hold a Digimon. He watched the screens as they walked past, finally stopping at one. The outside of the game was blue and it seemed to be some sort of adventure game. This was perfect! What better way to find a Digimon then in an adventure game? Hawk smiled back at Jen. "Try this one."
When Hawk told Jen that each Digimon looked different, it was clear she wouldn’t be getting any specific details to look for. So as he led her and Sam around the arcade, she could only watch out for for something unusual. In any way.
But even though she didn’t know what to except, she was still surprised when Hawk suggested Space Ace. And not just because of how weird it was to see it in Japan. "You...want me to play it?" she said, approaching the machine. "And that'll...bring out the...?" She trailed off as she thought about it. How would this work, exactly? Did Digimon tend to hide in things? This didn't look like a game that spit out tickets.
She figured she'd just have to see for herself. "Worth a try."
So she dropped her coins in and got to playing. It took a few tries to get anywhere without dying; she had to figure out how it worked and which buttons they wanted you to press at which time. But eventually, she started to get the hang of it. For the time being, she forgot about this Digimon thing and focused on keeping that Space Ace guy alive for as long as possible. It was on her longest run yet, during a nasty encounter with a space monster, when a blinding light flashed in front of her eyes. Like someone was taking her picture, only this one lingered just a little too long.
Her hands slipped off of the controls and her eyes shut tight, and she didn’t open them again until the light was gone. Of course, the few seconds it had been there was enough to get her a game over. “Wow,” she said. “Rude.”
But as she reached into her pocket to grab more change, she found...something else. Something much bigger, much bulkier, than a few 100 yen coins. “Wha…?”
She pulled it out of her pocket to inspect it. It was...some kind of electronic device. Kind of like a walkie-talkie with its little antenna sticking out, but it also had a screen. And buttons: one tiny button, two bigger buttons, and a...directional pad?
“What is this,” Jen said, mostly to herself, “and how the heck do I have it?”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 25, 2018 1:14:30 GMT
Hawk couldn't help but be happy when Jen decided to go along with what he said and tried playing the machine.... until he saw how many times she was dying. It was almost painful to watch the character die time after time. Finally, she seemed to be getting the hang of it and made it further then she had yet. Hawk couldn't help but sigh when Jen died, yet again. Sam just watched, not saying anything or moving really. She didn't know how to play video games, so she didn't know if Jen was doing good or not.
Sam's eyes widen as Jen pulled the device out of her pocket. She knew exactly what it was, since she had one too. Sam's was a different color, the their purpose was the same. She pulled out her own and showed it to Jen. "A Digivice..."
"I was right!" Hawk couldn't help but jump up and down. Sure, a Digimon had not come out yet, but it was just as good. "That is proof that you're meant to have a Digimon! Let's try another game!" Sam couldn't help but sigh, but she was surprised. Her Digimon had been right, well kinda. It was still too soon to say whether or not they'd find a Digimon, but they were going in the right direction. But where could a Digimon be hiding?
Patamon was having lots of fun in this weird new city, but he wished he wasn’t stuck in a box.
He didn’t really mind the box. It was see-through, so he could still look around, and there were all these new Digimon friends to keep him company. A big pile of them, and they were all his size, too. It was just that none of these new friends were very friendly. No one wanted to talk to him, not even when he asked very, very nicely.
Oh, well. Maybe the Digimon in here weren’t very nice, but they were soft. Soft and squishy, like pillows. So Patamon was very comfortable. And soon, he couldn't help but drift off to sleep…
Jen looked over at Sam’s device, and apart from the color scheme, it was exactly the same as her own. She turned her attention back to what she now knew was her Digivice, running her fingers along the rubbery grips.
When Hawk spoke, she looked up. “Meant to have a Digimon? What do you…? Does this mean I…?” Was she...locked into this now?
She shook her head. “Sure. Let’s go.” And she pressed on, staring down machine after machine. None of them looked suspicious; the racing and drumming games were the same as ever, and nothing was hidden on the ground near them, either.
After a little while, she stopping walking and leaned against the wall, right next to a crane game full of stuffed Hello Kitties and characters she didn’t recognize. “I never was that good at looking for things,” she said.
But as she stood there, eyes closed...she heard something. A voice, muffled, from directly to the right of her. Where the crane game was.
Her head shot up. Was one of those Hello Kitties...breathing?
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 26, 2018 22:32:16 GMT
As they continued to walk the arcade, Sam couldn't help but wonder if this was really what Jen wanted. She had been very hesitant the whole time, not that anyone could blame her. Hawk hadn't really noticed though, he was more interested in praising himself for partnering another Digimon with a human. He didn't say it out loud, but Sam knew her partner.
Hawk didn't notice when Jen had stopped walking by the crane machine. He was sure her Digimon would be in one of the more violent, cooler games. "This one!" He exclaimed, looking back. Jen seemed to be staring at the crane game. What was so special about that one? He walked back over and heard the same noise the other girl was hearing. No way. It couldn't be. Hawk turned to see a small little creature, yellow and white, sleeping in the crane game. It was a Digimon, no mistake. He grabbed Jen and pushed her closer to the game. "Try to get it out." He encouraged. Even if the Digimon did not belong to her, they couldn't leave the poor thing inside the game.
Jen knew she had to investigate. She couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary from the side of the machine, so she moved around to the front of it. And soon, she found it: one of the “stuffed animals,” a yellow and white little guy with wings, was slowly expanding and shrinking back down again. Breathing in...and out.
If anything in this room was a Digimon, this was it.
Next thing she knew, someone was grabbing her from behind and pushing her. “Ah!” she said. “Oh. Hawk. Okay. Um...sure.” She looked back at the creature. Rescuing them was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?
“You may have to be patient,” she said as the crane rose from its resting position. “These things are a lot harder than they look.” But that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try. To the best of her ability, she guided the crane to the Digimon’s approximate position, and when it looked like it was there, she pushed the “drop” button. The crane opened up...lowered itself...lowered even more...and finally, it closed.
On a spot approximately two inches from the Digimon.
Oh, well. Maybe she’d have better luck next time. But next time came, and the time after that, and still no luck. She almost got it one time, but the Digimon rolled over just as the crane was about to touch them.
“If I could just get it to poke them or…” she said to herself. But then she realized she was likely still being watched, and, feeling self conscious, Jen turned around. “Would either of you know any strategies?”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Nov 28, 2018 22:21:07 GMT
All Sam could do was watch as Jen struggled with the game. Better her than Sam. She knew that she wouldn't be much better at it, probably a lot worse. The girl seemed to be getting close on each attempt, but still missed every time. The young woman couldn't help but feel relieved she didn't have to go through all of this when she first met Hawk. She had stumbled upon a tree he was taking shelter in and he kind of forced himself to be her partner. Not that she minded though. She was grateful to have her Digimon.
Hawk shook his head when asked if he had any pointers for the game. He was a Digimon, he had never played these kind of games before. "You're going to have to do it. But..." A thought came into his head as he looked back at the sleeping Digimon. The Digimon disguised as a teenage boy began banging on the game. "Hey! Wake up!" Hawked called out to the little Patamon. If they could get him to wake up, then the little guy could just grab onto the claw and get out. Despite all the people looking at them, Hawk kept banging and yelling at the Digimon to wake up.
Of course! Waking them up without using the crane! She couldn’t believe she didn’t think of that.
Though she did wish they didn’t have to cause a scene. As Hawk banged on the glass, she turned around and opened her mouth to say something about how frustrating these games were. But, remembering the crowd might not understand her, she just gave them an apologetic shrug.
It turned out all the ruckus was worth it, however, because...it worked. The Digimon’s eyes, big and blue, slowly blinked open. And soon, they were staring right at Jen and company.
“Great!” Jen said. “Thanks, Hawk.” And she turned to the Digimon and waved. “Hi!”
The yellow blob stuck their little stump of an arm in the air and waved back.
Jen continued. “I’m gonna get you out of there. I’m going to start up the machine, and you’re going to grab onto that...giant metal…claw thing.”
The creature tilted their head to the side.
“The crane!” she said, a little louder. But when she got no reaction, she figured it was better to demonstrate. She started the game up once more and brought the crane as close to the Digimon as possible. They looked up at it but didn’t do anything.
“Now jump up into it.” Wait, no, they couldn’t hear her. To get the point across, she started jumping up and down herself, jamming her finger against the window where the crane was.
The Digimon only watched as she kept jumping and throwing her hands around, but soon she got a reaction. They smiled and started nodding their head up and down along with her. She shot her hand into the air as if to say “Up! Go up!”
And finally, the Digimon leaped upward. Straight into the crane, too. “Phew.”
Jen turned around to face Hawk and Sam. “Would one of you mind putting your hands in the little slot there to catch? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Dec 4, 2018 0:02:05 GMT
Well look at that, banging on the glass to wake up the Digimon really worked. Of course, that was only half the battle. Now that the little Digimon was awake, it didn't seem to understand what Jen was telling it. Hawk couldn't help but laugh on the inside as he watched Jen struggle to communicate with the trapped Digimon. He felt a sharp jab in his kidney from his tamer. Sam had elbowed him after seeing how much he was enjoying the struggle. It was his idea, so he shouldn't be laughing at the girl.
Finally though, the little Digimon grabbed onto the crane and was slowly moving towards them. Sam was relieved that they were finally going to get the little Digimon out. "I'll do it..." She said softly, bending down and putting her hands in the slot. Soon she felt the little thing in her hands and pulled him out. "Are you okay?"
"Look how little he is!" Hawk exclaimed. He smiled at Jen. "You'll have to keep an eye on this one." Sam handed the little Digimon to Jen, sensing it really had to be her Digimon. Whether or not Jen would accept that, was completely up to her.
Jen’s heart skipped a couple beats when the Digimon came plummeting down. But just seconds later, they were in safe hands. All the tension rushed out of her. “Thank you, Sam.”
Patamon, meanwhile, just nodded when Sam asked if he was okay, looking up at her with eyes wide. He’d never been this close to one of the big Digimon before.
Hawk spoke up next, and Jen wondered if it was possible to know this little creature was a he. But a Digimon would know better than her, she supposed.
Hawk was right--he was little. Like a baby, lying face up, his wings folded down like bunny ears on a onesie. So Jen was sure to be careful as Sam handed him over. But the instant she touched him, something...stirred inside her. A ripple of excitement, or comfort, or...something. Something that felt right, and she didn’t know why.
Maybe it was because he was so cute! Look at this little guy, she thought to herself. He was all small, and orangey-yellow, and puffy, like… “Like a cheeto.”
Jen jumped. “Did I say that out loud?”
Oh, geez. Everyone was staring. “Uh...Cheeetoooo!” Jen said in her best imitation of the Digimon’s voice. “I’m so hungry!” Looking back at Sam and Hawk in the hopes they’d follow her, she bolted out of there and ducked into the nearest quiet room.
After checking that her companions were still there, she looked down to the Digimon. “You have to be quiet, okay?”
Patamon lowered his voice to a whisper. “Okay.”
“Good.” Looked like he could understand at least some of what she was saying. “Anyway, hi! My name is Jen!” She tilted him so he could see the others. “What’s your name, little guy?”
Post by Samantha Yukiji on Dec 8, 2018 16:58:46 GMT
Hawk eyed the little Digimon. He was only that small when he was Poromon, but much bigger in his other forms. What even caught him more off guard, was the little Patamon yelling Cheeto over and over. He and Sam followed Jen into a quiet room, where they wouldn't have everyone looking at them. He couldn't help but feel proud as the two introduced themselves to each other. It was thanks to him, after all. Hawk knew that Jen was born to be a tamer, and the Patamon was proof of that.
Sam tugged on the sleeve of the disguised Hawk. She was ready to go, and thought it best to leave the new partners alone now. Hawk still wanted Sam to try new things, but he nodded in agreement. "Well you two have fun and we'll see you guys around!" And after flashing a big smile, Hawk and Sam walked out of the room and left the two alone. Their work was done.