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Diamonds In The Rough [Kitt/Eris]
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Post by Eris on Jan 16, 2019 19:46:11 GMT
Eris stared hard at the dumpster. The black tip of her tail twitching not unlike a cats as she eyed the big metal container safely hidden from prying eyes in the back alleyway behind the small inn she had just snuck out of intending to make her way to the park. The big metal container that currently had something jostling around inside of it leaving the Gigimon to freeze in her tracks. Puffing herself up as she eyed the potential threat with consideration. Then slowly she crept forward. Curiosity outweighing fear as she scrambled up some garbage bags, inching towards the lid to flip it open only to see...another digimon.
A white furred Spadamon to be exact. His sudden appearance startling her as the Gigimon let out a soft yelp of surprise likely alerting the very Mon himself as her foot slipped as the garbage bags she'd climbed up upon shifted leaving her scrambling to cling to the side of the dumpster resulting her in her skittering on the edge only to fall forward. Crashing down right atop off the Spadamon as she groaned.
"Who goes digging through a dumpster at this time ah night?" She grumbled moving to try to roll off the other Mon.
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Post by Kitt on Jan 16, 2019 22:09:12 GMT
For a city of golds and pearls, they’re didn’t seemed to be anything of value according to Kitt’s eyes. When he closed the container on top of him, he sighed and took his hood, letting his hair out freely. There was no need to keep wearing it since he was perfectly concealed in the metal container; removed from any guard’s watchful eyes. He bend down and started to dig through the gold and silver, searching for anything that could he could trade to get some Bits. He found some things that offered some tradable value: rubies and diamonds for instance and put them in his utility belt, despite it being used to store tools, but he made it an exception.
Kitt closed his eyes and sighed. “Darn, this is the fourth container here and still not a single gemstone.” A grumbling sound came from his stomach and he lowered his head down in response. He hasn’t eaten all day, and the only way he could get some food was with Bits; something he doesn’t have.
Before he could loath some more, his right ear twitch as he heard noises coming from outside. Could it be the guards? The lid slowly opened, he took the hilt of his weapon and retracted one half of his dual saber, ready to defend himself if he needed to. If it was a guard, he would slash at them and make a run for it. The anticipation of that happening made him breathe a bit heavily, it was more so due to fear than the innevitable. As the lid finally opened, the Digimon that spotted him was not a guard, but a small Digimon?
Kitt let out a yelp the same time as the Gigimom, who slipped off the edge, falling right on top of him. Despite her size, she was quite heavy.
“What does it matter to you?” he responded, catching his breath while putting his weapon away.
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Post by Eris on Jan 16, 2019 22:42:58 GMT
"Cause it's Ill-E-gal." Eris huffed out shifting to her feet and blinking in the soft darkness of the dumpster the only light the distant glow of the main street lamps dampened this far back down the alley. Finding herself staring nearly nose to nose with the Spadamon.
"Sides~" She muttered hastily pulling back with a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she dropped her eyes to the trash below them mostly old bits and bobs chucked out by the Inn. "What could you possibly want in all of this?" She questioned wrinkling her noise a little at the junk before glancing up at the rookie arching a curious brow at him.
"You're not from around here are you?" Eris inquired taking in the Spadamon's clothes with a curious glance and his thicker arctic fur. Even his accent was strange. Nothing like the more rough and lilting accent Icy Fate favored or the aristocratic drawl of Luminas.
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Post by Kitt on Jan 17, 2019 0:13:25 GMT
Kitt rolled his eyes at the Gigimon, hearing the words “illegal” wasn’t in his vocabulary. As a wanderer the laws didn’t abid to him unless he felt like it. At first, he felt a strange sense of relief knowing that he wasn’t caught by the guards. But ratherto his dismay, was caught by a little Digimon; a noisy one at that. He didn’t know how close he was to her face until she backed up.
“Hmph. Isnt it obvious, I’m looking for any valuables that would fetch a handsome price.” he commented, putting his hoodie back on. Despite her being in her In-Training form, never has he once felt a bit...nervous to one. Is it possible that she was one of the guards? No. Guards are meant to be intimidating protectors, not cute ones. Then again, anything is possible.
His yellow eyes looked quizzical for a moment, as it was obvious that he wasn’t from around here. Everything about him was alien, even where he was from. Heck, this place is only accessible through wings, and does it look like he was wings? It was thanks to hitching a ride through a flying Digimon that he got to this place. He opened the lid and started to walk off.
“That’s none of your concern.” he replied, scraping some of the bobs off his clothes. He can’t search for anything in that container now since someone caught him. He’ll see if he can try his luck somewhere else.
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Post by Eris on Jan 17, 2019 0:31:03 GMT
"Well you're not going to find any valuables here. This is the docks district so anything in the trash here would be reproductions at best or fancy looking fakes." Eris quipped with a soft snort a little taken aback at the Spadamon's coarseness, but deciding to let it roll off her back. Instead she leaped up out of the dumpster after him only stumbling a little as she landed letting out a soft snort as she watched the Spadamon try to walk off.
"If you intend to turn yourself into the guards you're going the right direction." She called out padding after him a few steps behind. Keeping pace relatively well despite her shorter legs as Eris eyed the Mon in consideration.
"Why don't you have any bits? You're only a rookie. You can't be too much older then me. Where's your parents?" Eris questioned with a tilt of her head before she paused with a worried frown. "Do you not got any?"
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Post by Kitt on Jan 17, 2019 7:07:34 GMT
When the Mon told Kitt that what he gathered were fakes, he paused. He can feel his stomach growling again. Having an embarrassed look on his face, he quicky retraced his steps back to the container and dumbed the counterfeits back into where they belong. As he went back to exit where he came from, the Gigimon kept up to him. He was a bit surprised that a Mon with such stubby legs could keep up with him. What's her deal anyway? Usually someone wouldn't interact with him since he was someone with few words, but this Mon was sticking to him like glue for some reason.
Kitt continued to walk out of the alleyway, rubbing his hand through his hair with his eyes closed, ignoring her questions. That is until she asked about if he had parents. Right there, he paused. He become a bit wide-eye at the response and looked down. The question felt like a bullet piecing through his heart. His memories of Snowflake Village were something he wanted to bury, as he had no pleasant memories. He took a breath before responding.
"I don't have any parents," he said finally, tilting his head upwards, still not facing the little Mon. "I'm by myself."
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Post by Eris on Jan 17, 2019 14:17:59 GMT
"Oh..." Eris murmured her voice soft with shock and sorrow, her ears laying back, as a small concerned frown marred her lips. Leaving her to eye the Spadamon not with pity, but a softer emotion in those bright blue eyes. Empathy.
"My name is Eris. I um...I lost my Mom when I was still an egg. She...well there was this bad thing and...she didn't make it." The little Gigimon explained in a quiet halting voice her tail circling about her feet as she sat down hugging the tip of it to herself as a small child might a stuffed animal.
"But that means you know me now so...so we're not strangers anymore." She added glancing up at the Spadamon's back with something akin to hope. "So you're not alone or at least...you don't have to be." Eris explained her little ears perking up at the sound of the low growl of Kitt's stomach.
"I could really use a sparring partner. I'm too small to train with my Uncle. Do you maybe uh...maybe want to get some dinner with me?" She questioned with a tilt of her head. "That was a really neat trick you did with your sword."
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Post by Kitt on Jan 17, 2019 18:48:38 GMT
He could only give doleful expression when Gigimon told him she lost her mom. He didn't want to dive about how that came to happen out of respect,.But like him, she knows how it feels like to be all by yourself: with no one to pick you up on your feet after you've fallen down, without a friend to talk to, or even the warm love of a parent. Loneliness was something that he relished in at first, but even that was approaching its limit.
"Eris, huh," he spoke up, "That's a nice name." Kitt turned around to Eris and dropped in height so he could be at her height level. Well.. close to it anyway since he wanted to sit on one knee. He started to feel a burning sensation in his chest, like trying to rekindle an already dwindling fire back. He bit his lip as his eyes started to dot around. Was this nervousness he was feeling?
"I'm uhh...Kitt." he muttered out, his voice sounding awkward as it. He hasn't talk this long in a long time. "And thanks, but no thanks. I can find food on my own."
As he said that, he stomach started to growl again. Embarrassed, he kindly accepted her offer.
"My sword? Oh um, it's nothing special really. It was something I made myself."
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Post by Eris on Jan 17, 2019 19:01:35 GMT
"It's nice to meet you Kitt." Eris chirped practically beaming up at him with a thousand watt smile as she reaching out to tug on his cloak with her mouth. Leading him back the way they came through the alley.
"Come on~" She murmured voice muffled by the cloth until she was certain he would actually stay with and follow her. Only then would she spit it out. "My Uncle's playing cards at the Inn. He won't mind if we get some food on his tab." The Gigimon explained cheerfully eyeing the Spadamon and his sword with great interest.
"It's a really well made blade. Where did you learn how to smith?" She questions with a tilt of her head as she leads him towards a worn wooden back door pushing it open with her nose to reveal a quiet if homey little bar and inn. Most of the patrons that still lingered around asleep at their tables and the barkeep dosing behind the bar. At least until the door swung closed behind them causing the XV-mon to blink awake glancing over at the two with a light huff.
"Eris," He greeted before eyeing the Spadamon, "You know you ought not to be sneaking around this late at night. Logane told you to stay put." The XV-Mon scolded lightly, but without much feeling.
"I see you made a friend. What'cha name kid?" The blue Dragon questioned voice rough, but gentle as he eyed Kitt's worn cloak.
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Post by Kitt on Jan 18, 2019 17:18:39 GMT
"Mrf." Kitt grumbled back, curling his face up into his hoodie as Eris tugged him by his cloak to wherever they were going. He didn't mind her taking the lead, as his was too hungry to escape from her grasp anyway.
His ears started to twitch at the sound of air resistance above them. He tilted his head upwards and saw two Angemon guards flying down at where the alleyway they were at previously, doing routine inspection from the looks of it. One of them even opened the container. With no foul play there, the two then flew off to continue their patrol. That was close. Way too close. If she hadn't find him, he would have been caught then and there.
"Oh um, well when you have as much time as I do, you tend to pick up a thing or two." he responded nervously. Before he knew it, they approached their destination. Kitt secured his hood on to make sure nobody gets a clear view of his face, as he didn't want to be judged by his appearance if one of them gets even a peek. Eris opened the door to reveal a pub with some other Mons there. The aroma of food surrounded him and became taken aback by it. He started to drool, but quickly lipped his lips. He didn't realized how hungry he was until now.
The two approached an XV-mon, who softly scolded the Gigimon, and then turned his attention to him and asked for his name. The large Mon made him swallowed in nervousness at the sight of him. He turned swiftly to him, making sure he had his attention.
"I'm uhm...uhh..." Kitt babbled for a little bit, unable to find words to make himself coherent. A couple of mere seconds and he was knock speechless-- a rather new interesting experience for him. He hid his face in his hood after that, with his face red.
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Post by Eris on Jan 19, 2019 0:22:25 GMT
"This is Kitt! He's going to be my new training partner!" Eris chirped speaking up as she came to the shy Spadamon's rescue. Circling behind Kitt to nudge him forward with her head towards the barstools though she had to get a bit of help to scramble up into her own seat.
"Can we have two of the house specials please Myceal and some tea?" The Gigimon requested flashing the XV-mon a pair of puppy dog eyes that seemed to make the dragon digimon soften and let out a short snort of amusement.
"Sure Eris," The XV-mon, Myceal, rumbled out before casting a sly glance towards Kitt, "Welcome to the family kid. Hope you stick around." He gruffed out before wandering back into the kitchens.
"Don't mind Myceal. He's a lot nicer then he looks." Eris explained vouching for the rough looking Digimon even as said Mon returned carrying two heaping bowls of meaty roast and veggies setting them down in front of the Gigimon and Spadamon before passing the Spadamon at least some cutlery. Their tea would come shortly after poured into thick mugs and steaming merrily along with the food.
"Thanks Myceal!" Eris quipped and was quick to dig in. Only pausing to make certain Kitt was eating too. Should he hesitate she'd poke him lightly in the side goading him on like a small scaly sheepdog might her flock.
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Post by Kitt on Jan 20, 2019 5:49:12 GMT
"Hey, I never said I was gonna be your- ah!" Kitt complained to the two, with his face red before Eris went behind to nudge him towards the barstool. This was probably the first time where he was not in control of a situation, which is expected since he's not around people a whole lot. He climbed up the stool with ease, watching the Gigimon struggle to get up the seat. It was kind of cute.
He nodded his head in response to Eris. He appreciated that the XV-Mon was allowing him to eat free, because usually someone of that appearance would throw someone like him. But no, he was quite...different from Digimon he'd encountered in his travels. This feeling of hospitality was new to him, but quite nice.
When the XV named Myceal returned with a bowls for each of them. Kitt's yellow eyes quickly widen at the sight of it, almost jumping out of his seat as he approached the table. But he kept his composure nonetheless as he didn't wanted to embarrass himself even more.
He took his food utensil and started to play with his food a bit, curious as he hasn't had this type of food since he left his village. When Eris paused her eating to look at him, his face slightly blushed, and in response took his fork to pick up the meat. Kitt was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and took a bite and in mere seconds, the taste buds in his mouth started to explode in response.
"SO GOOD." he shouted as he buried his face into the food. This beats eating DigiNoir any day.
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Post by Eris on Jan 20, 2019 16:45:53 GMT
"Easy there kid. You'll make yourself sick if you're not careful. It's not like the food is going anywhere. Hell you can have seconds and thirds if you need." Myceal caution glancing over the small Spadamon and then to Eris who seemed equally concerned, but made no comment. Instead just watching her new friend out of the corner of her eyes while she ate her own meal. Kitt wasn't bony persay, he didn't have the look of a starved Mon, but he wasn't in Eris's opinion at what she'd consider a healthy weight. His fur while nice was a bit ragged at the edges and coarse and the best way she could think to describe him was he looked a bit like a lean cornered alleycat. Which ironically had been what he was.
"You know~" Eris began her tone casual, "Beyond being a sparring partner I could really use an actual partner. My Uncle says I get into too much trouble for a little Mon without someone to back me up." The little Gigimon murmured prodding at her own food lightly.
"I guess that's why my Uncle is part of Icy Fate cause he gets into almost as much trouble as I do. Being my partner would mean having to put up with me, but..." Eris trailed off glancing down at the food with a shy hopeful smile.
"It does come with food, board, and a pretty cool family."
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Post by Kitt on Jan 20, 2019 17:49:14 GMT
“Oh, right.” Kitt responded to the XV Mon, taking his bowl from his face and setting it down. “It’s just that... it’s been so long since I had such good food.” He started to eat his food at a reasonable pace. So far the meaty bits were fantastic, while the veggies were alright despite of not being a fan of them. As soon as he finished his bowl, he asked for seconds and then thirds and chowed down on them as well. With a long breath, he sighed happily and rubbed his belly, slumping himself forward on the table. He’d never been full before. He could pass out happily any moment now without a care in the world.
Kitt lowered himself a little, attaining better eye contact with Eris. The premise of being more than just her sparring patner was a bit jarring. How can such a small Digimon get in to so much trouble anyway? No one would bat an eye at her cute appearance. Maybe there was more to her than meets the eye.
“Well...” he paused, taking a sip from his drink, “I mean I don’t to be another burden to you all. But since you put your proposal that way... I’ll take up your offer. For now at least.”
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Post by Eris on Jan 20, 2019 18:08:39 GMT
"Well I'm gonna be a knight one day! And what would a knight be without their fellows?" Eris explained beaming happily up at Kitt. She was small now, but knowing her parents she had confidence that with time she would grow fast. However, she couldn't fathom going it alone. Digimons weren't meant to be alone in her opinion. Even the most antisocial ones like Moon and Chalice still had the Order and despite their grumblings enjoyed the occasional company.
"Putting together your own squad like your Uncle aye?" Myceal quipped his lips twitching with a barely there smile as he observed the two from where he leaned back behind the bar quietly cleaning some glasses. Truthfully it was more then a little difficult to keep from cooing over the two as he watched the little Gigimon doing her best to follow in her Father and Uncles footsteps.
"Yup!" Eris chirped, "We're gonna be the best! And go on all sorts of adventures and get really strong!" The In-Training Digimon exclaimed drawing a chuckle out of the XV-mon.
"Well I doubt your Uncle would mind one more new recruit." Myceal murmured glancing up as his eyes searched the crowd for the Digimon in question. The old Lion's game ought to be wrapping up here soon.
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