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Post by Charles Brynlee on Jul 28, 2019 13:41:28 GMT
Charles would chuckle, shaking his head. "Ah, maybe I worded that poorly. I was just joking that I'm not quite as stiff as I was before - and that I feel a lot more energetic than before, too." He'd mention, smiling sheepishly in Arakan's direction. "But, I'd like to at least make sure you get home safe. It'd be irresponsible of me to just send you off without at least doing that much for you." He still had his car parked not far from the station - he figured that he could give her a ride home, if she so wished; it'd be the courteous and responsible thing to do, after all.
Though, Arakan's question about his daughter would make him briefly pause. He'd wait for a second, thinking it over, and humming faintly. "Huhm... Presently? She doesn't know yet - though... I'm not sure whether I want to mention it to her or not, if I'll be honest." Charles would exhale briefly, as he paused to think over any further words. "... I don't think it'd be safe for her, out here - and heavens knows that if I talk to her about the Digital World, that she'll likely want to come with me to see this place for herself; and she can be quite the headstrong girl when she sets her mind to it. But, I don't want to keep secrets from her, either, if I can help it - we're both adults, and we should be able to talk like adults."
"If I'll be honest, this is likely going to be something that I'll have to think over for some time, before I make a decision."
Post by Arakan Himura on Jul 28, 2019 19:24:59 GMT
"That's pretty fair." Arakan nodded, acknowledging that this place did seem pretty dangerous.. Once you left the apparent "safe area", anyway. "But hey, for your consideration I'm like.. sixteen. Seventeen pretty soon, I suppose. If I can handle it and your daughter's older than me, then it would only be fair to assume she could handle it fine?" She scratched the back of her head and chose not to say much more beyond that. It technically wasn't her business, and if they really wanted to get into fairness, it wasn't like their daughter had the backup of a Spirit. Perhaps it was just that inner Plotmon being eager to know more about Charles and his family, because otherwise she wouldn't have been this nosey. In that case, Plotmon should probably chill out.
"Anyway.. Sorry to pry. How simple is it to come back to the Digital World? Do you just get back on the same train and wait?" Train rides were never too expensive, so she didn't care to ask about price. Soon enough they would have a job to fund all the train rides they could possibly want regardless. If it did cost enough though, it would just be another reason to space out her visits more making it easier to balance one world with the other.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jul 29, 2019 11:38:28 GMT
Charles glanced in Arakan's direction, and smiled a little - though there was a hair of strain to it. He appreciated her attempts to reassure him, though it certainly wasn't something he wanted to worry about, at least at the moment. Still, he wanted to be polite to her - responding "She is indeed older, though she doesn't have a Spirit like you - and... She tends to be a bit brash, impulsive, and headstrong. It gets her in trouble from time to time in the real world - and while she can usually hold her own in the real world, I wouldn't want to think just how that trouble might get magnified out here, if she accidentally angers someone, or wanders off somewhere dangerous."
He'd sigh a little, scratching the back of his head - or at least, scratching the best one could with a boxing glove. It was one of his big issues with telling his daughter about this place; because inevitably, she'd get curious and foolhardy, and end up wandering somewhere dangerous... And gods knew that he didn't want to lose her; he already had enough loss for a lifetime, after his wife. But, he'd quickly push that train of thought away, instead glancing to Arakan at her questions.
"You're quite alright though, dear. And yes, it's essentially like that - it feels a bit strange, crossing the... 'boundary', so to speak, but it's as simple as riding the train back, to my understanding." He'd nod with a smile in her direction, adding "You'll see what I mean by it feeling a bit odd, though, once we take the train back." He'd idly hop over a root in the path, glancing ahead as plumes of chimney smoke would peek through the gaps in the canopy - they were starting to get close to Rosewood. Though, a question would occur to him as he recognized that they were nearing the village. "... You mentioned a bike, but... Last you had remembered before waking up out here, you were already riding on the road, yes?" He'd ask - glancing in her direction. "Do you still have it, or think that you could find it?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Jul 29, 2019 22:16:51 GMT
"I'd be down to help keeping an eye on her, if she somehow found out about all this without you meaning for her to. She might not appreciate some kid watching her but.. Better than nothing if something slips on accident." Arakan shrugged. They could understand and respect all that stuff about danger. Even with her Spirit, Arakan wasn't sure how safe she was. Unlike Charles' spirit, her own spirit seemed to be incapable of giving a good smack down. Not that she had been given the opportunity to test that theory, but surface appearances told her that her only protection was.. literally a puppy.
The advantages of having two legs were something Arakan could better appreciate after her experience with Plotmon, if she were still stuck that way she would've flopped over that same root and eat dirt for it. As a human it was just so easy to step over it- so easy that she wouldn't have been able to acknowledge it before now. She was beginning to wonder if Plotmon even had any real advantages to them that could stand up to par.
"Well yeah, I was on my bike about to leave town.. It wasn't near me when I woke up unless I was just too panicked to think about it. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll be sort of where I left it? Or it got stolen, or cops have it. I won't really know until I check. I do know it won't be any great loss since there's plenty of public transport, and I wasn't the one who paid for it." On that last note, she had a bit of a shit-eating grin. It wasn't that she stole it but it did go to show how little of a care she gave for her family.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jul 30, 2019 20:43:51 GMT
Though Arakan clearly meant well, it seemed that the suggestion didn't exactly comfort Charles, his expression becoming disconcerted and uncomfortable. "I'd... much rather not, though I appreciate the offer." He'd respond a hair awkwardly, continuing "I wouldn't want anyone to be spying on or stalking her - and she certainly wouldn't take kindly to that... If I do end up telling her about all of this, or if she does figure things out, I'd much rather handle that situation on my own. It'd... Likely be something that's best handled with a talk between a daughter and her father, Arakan."
He'd frown and sigh with that, tilting his head back as he glanced up towards the canopy, staring at the chimney smoke of the distant town that was only getting closer by the second. It was clear that the conversation was starting to set him on a poor mood - feeling perhaps a hair frustrated over the dilemma that was his daughter's foolhardy nature. "As much as I appreciate your questions and attempts to help, I think we're treading into territory that's a bit uncomfortable, if I'll be honest. Would you be opposed if we moved on from this discussion?"
So the bike was, most likely, where it was before she had blacked out - assuming nobody had found it and taken it... Charles couldn't help feeling a hair disappointed for her, in having lost the bike - mentioning "Even if there is a public transportation, I can't imagine that losing your bike is exactly convenient, even if it wasn't something you paid for." He wasn't exactly sure what to make of Arakan's grin, though... "... And even if you dislike your family, I'm not sure if you should really take such things for granted, either. I can certainly understand if your bike had some bad feelings attached to it, but it's a good habit to be mindful with belongings that you didn't pay for - even if they're, technically, yours."
"Yeah, uh.. That goes without saying, but I didn't really realize it 'till after I said it. I'm not opposed at all. Sorry." Arakan apologized awkwardly, feeling her face redden. She wouldn't say anything more about it- nor let Plotmon urge her to. She was pulling the reigns in on that silliness right now. The girl tried to compose herself a little better, pushing her hair out of her face, taking some breaths, all that good stuff. It was pretty clear it would take some kind of constant vigilance to keep things in check inside her head.
The bike was much more important to her anyway. Not some stranger she hadn't even met. "..You're not wrong it's not exactly convenient, but I'm not gonna be torn up over it either. There's still other ways of getting around and I can buy another one with some time." She mumbled, unable to hide that slight twinge of guilt- though she did try. "It was just a bike. Nothing bad or good about it. Just.. yeah." They added, sort of furrowing their brow in frustration. Charles wasn't wrong at all, but it wasn't like she had tried to lose her bike on purpose.
"I'm just going to take it in stride, is all. If it's gone, it's gone. If it's not - well good!" Arakan shrugged, opting to let the bad sort of mood that was creeping up on her roll off her back. Today was good, even if Plotmon and emotions were both little shits. "It's something I can figure out when I get there. It's gonna be fine."
Post by Charles Brynlee on Jul 31, 2019 15:37:38 GMT
Charles would smile sympathetically to Arakan at her apology, reaching up to pat her shoulder. "It's alright, kiddo. I understand why you'd be concerned about it all, and I appreciate it. I know how to handle myself and my daughter, is all." He'd mention to her, adding with a warm chuckle "Raised her from when she was a teeny tiny baby, after all!" Sure, he couldn't expect to know exactly how his daughter might act with everything - but he could make informed guesses, and talk things out with her if necessary...
He wouldn't miss Arakan's momentary frustration, though, and would smile a hair sheepishly in her direction. "I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm nagging you or putting any fault on you - you certainly couldn't control the circumstances that led to all of this. I'm just mentioning that being mindful of such things is a good habit, since you seemed awfully... pleased, for lack of a better term, over you not having been the one to pay for the bike, even if you had lost it." He'd clarify to Arakan, adding "But it seems like we both have been treading on iffy subjects - and rolling with the punches is a good state of mind, as long as you don't let it get ahead of yourself. I won't dwell on this subject any longer than you want to, though." He wanted to be mindful and respectful of Arakan's boundaries, just as much as she was being respectful to his own.
It wasn't long before they'd reach the edge of Rosewood, though. It was a quaint, warm, and homely little town that seemed to be putting the finishing touches on finding its footing - filled with Digimon of all shapes and sizes, who wandered the streets. Of the digimon that wandered the streets, they consisted mostly of rookie-stage Digimon; but the occasional Champion and the rare Ultimate could be spotted as well, in looking about! The roads were cobble pathways that wound about warm and cozy-looking buildings, lampposts were set up at street corners (though were turned off, as it was still daylight,) and natural decor such as trees and hanging flower-baskets painted a beautiful, almost pictureesque sight. The multitude of scents and sights and sounds seemed to make Charles visibly prick up - his ears twitching in the directions of the different sounds in the area.
Before, he certainly enjoyed the signs of the town when he was passing through as a human, but... As a Gaomon, there was something about all of this - primarily his enhanced senses - that made it all feel like he was wandering through here for the first time all over again! And indeed, the buzz of activity about them seemed to excite his spirit, as well; the little Wanyamon emerging and perching on his shoulder to look around thru wide eyes as well, prompting Charles to gently laugh. He could sense all of the awe and joy coming off of his spirit - the spikes of excitement, the feelings of intense curiosity at looking at all the different new digimon... It was extremely endearing to the father-turned-digimon. "Such a curious little fella, ain't he?" He'd muse to Arakan, smiling up to her. "What do you think of this place?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Jul 31, 2019 20:07:17 GMT
"I think it's to be expected that I would be at least a little bit vindictive towards my parents. Pleased is one way of putting it, but I just want them to know how it feels to-.." She cut herself off there, shaking her head. There wasn't a need to explain herself, she was just gonna say something melodramatic and really they just wanted the subject to be dropped after that. No need to let things get personal again.
The energy of Rosewood and sudden excitement of her spirit made for a weird clash against her souring mood. Normally she didn't mind large cities with all the massive crowds- This village definitely didn't come up to par with a busy evening in Tokyo, and yet she still found herself feeling uncomfortable, almost anxious. They tried to focus on how beautiful the town was, but it was difficult when thoughts about their parents and home situation forced themselves on her.
Yeah it was still all exciting and new, and she wouldn't have thought that Digimon could get as big as an Ultimate before seeing one but she just didn't feel it. "I didn't expect it to be so.. alive." Arakan still responded, giving a quick look around though otherwise she just seemed disinterested. She couldn't really put to words what was wrong with her, otherwise she might have. But she really didn't want to go home even if she had to and that only made things worse on her. They were tired and drained and there was a bed waiting for them, but some part of them would have been more than happy to settle for a soft patch of grass in these woods somewhere. "Do you know how long it'll be before we're home? Some kind of estimate, at least?"
Post by Charles Brynlee on Aug 10, 2019 15:44:19 GMT
It didn't take long for Charles to notice that Arakan wasn't having that great of a time anymore - seeming unsure, perhaps even anxious. The older man-turned-digimon would be unable to help a slight sigh - distinctly feeling that they should've dropped that subject sooner, at least for the sake of her mood. He'd still offer her a smile though, as Arakan commented upon the town being so alive; reaching over to pat her shoulder. "I'm sorry if I put you in a poor mood at all. I suppose I'm trying too hard to be a bit of a... Older role model, for lack of a better term, when we're still getting to know each other." He'd apologize as they walked along - the platform for the train station situated in Rosewood coming into view. "You gonna be alright?"
"The train ride to Terminus, though... It'll likely take some time. The ride to here took a small handful of hours, certainly long enough for you to get a nap in, if you'd like." Charles responded, hopping up the steps onto the platform amongst other gathered digimon who were waiting for their stops, and glancing over the schedule - as well as the clock that hung above it - briefly. The next train to Terminus would be here any minute, it seemed. He'd take a seat at one of the unoccupied benches, gesturing Arakan over to sit with him as he did. "As for once we get to Terminus, the ride back home shouldn't be too long; assuming train schedules line up."
Post by Arakan Himura on Aug 14, 2019 22:09:55 GMT
"Eh? No, uh.." Arakan shook her head. She was a little more of an open book than she thought. Or maybe it was just because of the stress from today on top of how tired she was. "It's not you. It's.. home." They tried to clarify without saying too much about it. They really didn't want Charles to worry too terribly much about them. "I just don't wanna go back, y'know? This place is magical and new and it doesn't at all help that Plotmon wants me to be here. Little guy wants to smell Every. Single. Tree." She really couldn't put enough emphasis on that. Having an intense empathetic link with a puppy was an extremely wild ride, but at least she could try to joke and make light of it. "You're really fine though. There's just too much happening at once, you know?"
Of course Arakan would sit next to Charles. "Yeah, a nap is probably good. I dunno if I'll manage one, but you're right. I should at least give it a try." Either way they were going to pass out for an eternity and a half once they were home. "Well.. I don't know if I need a role model, but I still wanna learn how to do that boxing stuff." It was actually debatable whether or not she needed a proper role model, though she would always argue that she didn't. She was just fine with her own set of rules and moral compass. Or at least that was what she believed.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Aug 15, 2019 4:15:28 GMT
Charles couldn't help a warm chuckle at the mention of Plotmon's excitement - the spirit really was like a little puppy, huh? - but would nod understandingly. "It'll probably be calmer and quieter once we get onto the train, at the very least. Less stimulus to overwhelm you and whatnot." He'd mention reassuringly, adding "And I'm sure it wouldn't hurt all that much to let Plotmon run around a little to burn off some excess energy, too, once we get there - if you think you'll be able to get control back once we arrive at the station in Terminus, at least." Last thing they needed was for them to try to last-minute figure out a way to help Arakan turn back for a second time, after all. But if all Plotmon needed was a good run, then perhaps it'd be a good idea to let the little fella to get that run out while they were on the train. Then, perhaps, finish off with a nap once they were all tuckered out?
Well, whatever the plan may be, Charles would smile in Arakan's direction as she sat down next to him. "It's been a long day for the both of us, to say the least. Who knows? Maybe you'll conk right out the second you get comfy on the train." Briefly pausing to chuckle, he'd also add "Eheh, though then again, maybe I'll conk right out, myself! I don't feel too tired, but sometimes long rides can do that to you."
And as far as role models went, well... He had a feeling that even if she didn't need a role model, having one to nudge her in the right direction would do her some good. Still, he wouldn't voice this out loud - instead quietly nodding and offering a smile. "And as I'm sure you already know, I'm more than happy to teach you." He'd mention, before adding in suggestion "Perhaps if you don't end up dozing off, I can give a few pointers on the trainride - and then we can exchange numbers, once we're back in Shibuya?"
At the mention of letting Plotmon out to play, Arakan shook her head. "Nope, we made a deal- We both made a promise and neither of us seem keen to break it.. Well, at least I'm not." The redhead shrugged. "They'll get lots of playtime tomorrow when I come back. Said I would, and I'll do my best to stick to it. Last thing I want is Plotmon taking the wheel again.. And while in public in the real world. I really don't wanna be on the news." She ended with a joke, chuckling lightly. Of course, if such a thing were to truly happen, it wouldn't be so funny. But she would much rather keep it on the positive side of things now that they were reaching the end of the day.
"I'm pretty eager to learn. I can think of a few kids at school who need the extra support.." Of course, she had never gotten into a fistfight before, but she totally would if it meant knocking sense into some muscle-brained idiot. And just as well, Plotmon shared eagerness at the idea. Whether they were for reasons different from Arakan's own, the spirit user couldn't yet tell. Fortunately, Arakan's logical thinking had a firm grasp of the wheel so she could continue on to say: "That is, when adults won't do anything. It's more often than it should be, but it's not quite common. It's just nice to have an emergency alternative when no one else will stick up for you, y'know?"
"But yeah, when we're back in town exchanging numbers would be a real good idea. If.. my phone doesn't get turned off or something. Heck, I can always just use someone elses when it comes down to that." Arakan shrugged. It wouldn't be a big deal.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Aug 20, 2019 8:44:04 GMT
Charles chuckled. "True, true; that's a good point." He'd respond to Arakan's retort - scratching his cheek as he mused out loud "I was thinking more for the trainride from here to Terminus, so that you'd have a chance to fix yourself if something did indeed go wrong; but I imagine that if you did get stuck as Plotmon again, it would take more than the brief train ride from Terminus to Shibuya to fix things..." Not to mention the promise that Arakan mentioned... He'd smile to her as he added "And good on you for keeping to your word, kiddo." in a warm and praising tone.
A few kids who need to extra support? Charles would quietly glance in Arakan's direction, initially visibly disconcerted at the idea - as it sounded as though the young girl would be picking fights with others! Which, whilst doing it in the defense of others is a noble pursuit, he certainly wouldn't want her to get herself in trouble or to get herself hurt by picking fights... Arakan's clarification would ease his worry a little, though he'd still reach over to pat her shoulder - mentioning with a concerned hue "Sticking up for others is good, and I'm glad to hear that you would do so. All I ask is that you be careful that you don't get into too much trouble - either with the school, or with other people - doing it, alright kiddo?"
He'd quietly nod along with Arakan's response regarding exchanging numbers - smiling briefly. "As long as we are able to keep in touch somehow; that's the important thing." He'd respond - briefly glancing up as he'd watch the Trailmon roll into the station. "If you have other methods that you keep in touch with your friends, you're free to share them with me, too." He'd add - standing up as the train-digimon's doors would open, and the other digimon waiting on the platform would begin to fill in.
"I mean I definitely don't want to get punched in the face by some kid bigger than me.. But I'll do it if I gotta." Arakan nodded her head. It felt weird in a good way to receive praise like that. Weird mainly because she was unused to it. Vague memories lurked in the back of her mind of certain happier times she could try to recall if she wished to, though obviously she did not. This was the present and that was the past, and plus she had a bright future to look forward to still despite all her home issues. Praise like that reassured her of such.
When the Trailmon rolled up she stood and stared at it. Was that.. Another Digimon? She thought about voicing that question outloud but then considered she didn't need any additional headaches added on to everything else. Becoming the host of a spirit and discovering a whole new world was more than enough for today. She followed Charles onto the train, and to whatever seat they would be taking for the long ride. "Well uh.." Truth be told, she wasn't very in touch when it came to that kind of thing. Being social wasn't her strong suit and any friends or acquaintances she might have had were all at school. Using the internet to keep in touch was just something she never really did.
I guess one could say she was an outside dog.
"Phone should be fine. If you wanna tell me your number I'll write it down for later." Arakan finally responded, taking her phone out. She wondered though if it could keep track of time even if it were she were a world apart from any timezone the automatic clock could recognize.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Aug 23, 2019 11:08:00 GMT
Charles briefly nodded, though was unable to help a small, humorous smile; musing "If you're the smaller one, then you have the advantage of evasion and mobility, at least. Though, getting punched in the face is certainly not a fun risk to take; take it from me." He could remember, back when he was much younger, the occasional practice sessions he'd have with others - and the different ways they sometimes went a bit pear-shaped by accident, too. The Gaomon couldn't help but briefly run his glove over his nose in thinking back - remembering when it had ended up broken by accident, a playful spar with a friend getting a bit carried away. That certainly had been an experience for both him and the friend; though his nose had healed up just fine, at least. Even if it took awhile to get the blood stains out of his shirt-
It wouldn't take too long to find an open seat, though; Charles sitting down with Arakan as they settled down into the train. As Arakan would begin to speak up in response to what he had mentioned before, he'd glance over in her direction; before smiling and nodding briefly. "Number it is, then; give me just a second kiddo." He'd muse - getting his phone out and bringing up the number in the settings, tilting the screen in Arakan's direction to show her. "I don't think normal phones work here, at least as far as connection goes - my phone sometimes goes a bit on the fritz when I try to use it here - but we should still be able to trade numbers just fine,"