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Post by Arakan Himura on Aug 26, 2019 19:35:20 GMT
Arakan nodded her head in response to the information given about the functionality of mobile devices while she put the number into her contacts for later, before shoving the phone back in her pocket. "I've never been in an actual fight myself.. I've certainly felt temptation to smack the stupid out of someone but I've never followed through, and I probably still wouldn't. When I was younger I was itching to fight with my stepmom but.. It's not worth it, no matter how stupid she might be. Nobody would win that fight." Arakan shook her head. Even her spirit didn't like the thought of that woman.
Getting out of that house was probably the one thing she and her spirit weren't opposed on in terms of what means to go with for doing so. "It can't be too easy to break a bone, can it? Putting someone's lights out is one thing but I don't know if breaking a bone or two for some person would sit very well with me.. Though I guess if it came down to that, then the other person must've been basically asking for it." They would be surprised if they could actually hurt someone that bad with just their hands. Not because of a lack of confidence, but it just felt like something out of a fantasy story to be able to do that kind of thing even if it happened all the time.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Aug 27, 2019 5:25:21 GMT
Charles nodded, pocketing his phone as well. "That's a respectable stance." He'd start; adding "I think we all have people that we've hated or were irritated at enough to feel that urge - though it's good that you didn't act on it, kiddo." He'd smile briefly, and would then take a second to consider Arakan's question, about breaking a bone. "And as for bones... It depends. You're unlikely to break, say, an arm - but you can definitely leave people hurting, and a good hit to more fragile spots like someone's nose might break it. Happened to me before once, an accident between me and a friend from a loooong time ago." He'd tap at his own nose, as though to convey the point - chuckling a bit at his own reminiscing. "It hurt a good deal, and it took ages to get the noseblood out of my favorite shirt; but the both of us had a good laugh about it for awhile, we both learned to be more careful... And I learned a good deal about laundry tips and tricks, haha!"
"While we're on the subject of breaking bones, though... You can also damage your own hands, if you're not careful; things like splitting the skin on your knuckles, dislocating or breaking a finger, or even messing up your wrists or causing arthritis in the long term. Being mindful of how hard you swing, and typically wearing something like gloves or wraps, helps protect them though." He'd tap his gloves together, to convey his point about wearing protection. "Punching is as harmful to your hands and wrists as you make it - and being mindful of the strength you put behind your swings is probably going to be one of the early things I'll teach you; as well as how to properly wrap your fists, and what kind of gloves to look for."
As time passed, the both of them discussing things, the Trailmon doors would eventually close - before beginning to move, along down the train tracks, towards Terminus. Charles would glance out the window - seeing the passing sights as they went - before smiling briefly in Arakan's direction. "I hope that I can be a satisfactory teacher to you, though, Kiddo."
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 4, 2019 20:21:14 GMT
She had a feeling this whole train ride was going to feel a lot longer than it actually was. Though that was most likely just the exhaustion making her more impatient than normal. The girl leaned back in her seat and huffed, staring ahead. "That all sounds real painful.. But if the solution is as simple as having some awareness and wearing some gloves, then it's all good." Though still a bit worried, she wasn't going to fret over it. Mistakes were going to happen eventually- just kinda came in the package with being a beginner.
"You're worried about being a good teacher and I'm sitting here wondering if I won't just be a waste of time." Arakan chuckled, seeing a bit of humor in how she wasn't the only one worried about doing her best. "I still don't know how much my size will help. I guess I'd be faster? I don't think I'm faster than most people, never really compared or thought about it."
Post by Charles Brynlee on Sept 6, 2019 12:08:19 GMT
"It can definitely be painful; admittedly, a lot of the stiffness in my hands is a mix of me not being as careful as I should while boxing during my younger years, and gripping onto tools too tightly while I did mechanic work." Charles would confirm with a brief nod, flexing his hands slightly - as though to show the range of motion his hands had nowadays. He could still grip things just fine, just not as tightly as before - and he had trouble laying his hands completely flat; them tending to stick more to the 'neutral' slightly curled position that hands had.
"But yeah; as long as you're mindful of how hard you swing, and make sure you wear proper protection and support for your hands, it helps a lot in the long run, Kiddo." He would confirm with a smile in Arakan's direction. Of course, if she were protecting herself, it was likely that it would be hard to be mindful of your swings - and she might not necessarily have the time she needs to put on proper protection. But, the sooner he helped her get into the habit of taking care of her hands, the better.
Arakan's response to Charles' concerns, though, would draw a chuckle out of him as well. "I suppose we both are a little anxious for our own reasons, hmm?" He'd muse, leaning back in his seat and humming softly as he sighed through his nose. "Your size shouldn't be too huge of an issue, though. It just means you'll have to approach it differently from how I might approach it; capitalize on your speed and evasiveness, aim for spots like the solar plexus if you can reach it reliably, the gut..."
He'd briefly gesture to his own body to indicate the spots mentioned, before pausing in his gestures as a thought occurred to him. "... If you really had to, I suppose you could aim below the belt as well, or try to jump to headbutt someone in the jaw - that'd hurt, for sure - but I don't think that'd be very proper to do during practice, Kiddo." He'd laugh with this, smiling sheepishly as he scratched his cheek. "Point being though, is that I'm sure you'll be fine - practice is the important thing, and I'm sure you've still got a little bit of growing left to do; so don't worry too much about your size, alright?"
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 6, 2019 20:28:13 GMT
Charles sure did a good job of motivating her to practice taking care of her hands. It was already sort of an important thing to her, as one of her hobbies was art. It didn't always involve sitting at a desk with a sheet of paper and going creatively ham for long periods of time, but still she wanted to keep it in mind that hands weren't all that durable. She wondered how much proper gloves might cost? Surely not all that expensive. Charles could probably help her find something within her limited budget that would still be effective long enough for her to be able to afford a nicer more expensive alternative.
When he proposed that she could go for more dirty tactics in a fight- should a need like that arise, she couldn't help but flinch a bit. Nobody liked being hit down there, though she figured if someone gave her a reason to do so then they obviously must deserve whatever comes at them. "At least it sounds like it'll be really fun to see what works for me. I promise I won't do anything dirty or worth a foul while you're trying to teach me things though. Accidents may happen but that seems too oddly specific to happen through a normal mistake." She responded back playfully with her own little laugh.
She felt a good deal better about her own size. Gone from worry to more excitement. The experimenting sounded like it really would be a whole lot of fun for the both of them, though she could really only speak for herself with certainty. The idea definitely helped her to feel a bit more energized, so here was hoping she would get to her bed before actually passing out.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Sept 6, 2019 22:24:29 GMT
Charles chuckled. "Who knows? Accidents can sometimes happen for the strangest reasons, or end up quite bizarre, after all." He'd lightly joke to Arakan, smiling in her direction. "I can appreciate that though, Kiddo. Regardless of my own uncertainties over my ability as a teacher, I think that it's going to be quite pleasant, sharing in your company and teaching you; you come across as a kindhearted and thoughtful young lady." Perhaps this is what he needed to find a bit of direction in his life again, to make some friends, and to be an older figure or mentor to others. Just talking with Arakan was nice in of itself, and teaching her a few tricks to help her protect herself - or others, as it seemed that she was keen on - was a bonus.
With that though, Charles would lean back in the seat, peering out the window once more, to watch the passing scenery. It seemed that, presently, they were starting to reach the edge of the woods - and were now passing through a countryside, filled with rolling green hills and the occasional small lakes or springs. "I've heard that these parts here - this hilly land - is perhaps one of the most peaceful places in the Digital World; at least from talking with the locals." Charles would idly comment, still staring out the window. "It's certainly a beautiful and quaint looking little place, if you ask me; though I haven't seen much of it beyond this train ride, and the train ride that I had taken to get to Rosewood in the first place..."
As for the train ride itself, though... It was quiet, it was pleasant - seeing the scenery go by with the passing of time. Before long, the Server Woods that Rosewood was set in would thin out in lieu of the rolling grassy Mainframe Hills that they were passing into now. And with time, after that? The grassy hills would begin to gradually flatten out, instead opening up into an open plains - the Network Plains, to be exact - with a city looming far, far off in the distance ahead. As the city became more discernible though, Charles would point it out to Arakan - mentioning "We're almost there, Kiddo. Terminus is just up ahead,"
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 8, 2019 18:09:35 GMT
"Well if Plotmon as their way, I'll see all of it eventually." Arakan joked- or at least, she hoped she joked. She knew that little pup had energy to surpass even the most rambunctious sugar-fueled child, but she had to put the line down somewhere. The girl leaned back in her seat, staring ahead though occasionally stealing a glance out the window while she tried and only partially failed in staying awake.
What could she say? It was a pretty comfortable and soothing ride, what with the scenery there to compliment it all. It really was like something out of a book or a movie. She was sort of in and out of consciousness the whole ride, though she did try to make it seem like she was awake through the whole thing. Only when Charles pointed out the city to her did she stir in her seat and sit up straight, inhaling a bit suddenly through her nose. "Ah.. Cool,that didn't take so long." She huffed, trying to shake the sleepy off by stretching a bit.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Sept 10, 2019 11:26:01 GMT
Charles chuckled with the joke, reaching over to pat Arakan's shoulder. "Oh, certainly; that pup is quite the boisterous one." He'd agree with a smile, adding "Hopefully you both are able to come to a comfortable balance, given your previous experience with running around in that form of yours." God only knows if he'd be there to help, after all, if Arakan ended up stuck as a Plotmon again!
As the train moved along, Charles watching the passing scenery, though... He couldn't help but notice Arakan's intermittent dozing - how she was drifting in and out of consciousness. She was making a good attempt of trying to hide it, but he was able to briefly note a couple moments where she'd briefly doze off - only to snap back to wakefulness. This would draw a small chuckle out of him, smiling to Arakan as he murmured "If you want to nap, that's okay, Kiddo." to her in a soft tone. "I'll wake you up when we get there."
And indeed, with time, they'd begin to near Terminus - the city being discernible as the train got closer and closer. Charles couldn't help but lightly chuckle at Arakan's huff though, gently teasing "Are you sure that the only reason it didn't take too long, isn't because you dozed through a portion of it?" with a humored smile, briefly making sure his things were in order all the whilst.
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 16, 2019 19:00:01 GMT
At first she wanted to protest to being tired, insisting that she was fine and 'perfectly awake.' Though when she opened her mouth a big wave of exhaustion hit her hard, and what came out instead pretty much amounted to a confession of her tiredness. One big sleepy grumble and then she was out like a light, head sort of dipping to one side while she relaxed in her seat sinking into it just a bit.
It wasn't exactly a long nap, she was already stirring back to wakefulness yet again by the time they were getting actually near to the large city, so Charles didn't have to worry about trying to nudge her sleeping corpse awake. They weren't quite sure how to word the kind of exhaustion they felt. Their body was more awake and willing to move around, though her brain felt like a big bowl of mush.
"Bah.. Dunno what you're talking about." Arakan gave a tired little chuckle and began to stand up, as sitting around any longer was just gonna make her doze off again. "Hmm. I do wonder how to turn back into Plotmon... Guess I'll just mess with that device thing later and let it happen on accident."
Post by Charles Brynlee on Sept 17, 2019 2:06:18 GMT
Charles couldn't help but chuckle initially, at Arakan's sleepy grumble. The lass did have a pretty long day, after all; it only made sense that she'd be ready to conk out, once they were settled comfortably in their seats. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but blink briefly when Arakan would proceed to doze right off; slumping into her seat, and her head tilting to the side. Huhm, the kiddo must've been more tired than either of them thought, huh? Chuckling again with that thought - much quieter this time, as to not disturb Arakan - Charles would simply smile, returning to watching the scenery outside the window...
Charles would chuckle alongside Arakan with her retort, though, as she awoke - standing up in the train. The older man-turned-Gaomon would follow suit in standing; one hand gripping onto one of the poles as he did, to pull himself up. This was more out of habit than any sort of necessity - still used to the stiffness and aches that came with being an old man, yet lacking it due to being in this more spry form of his. "It seems like the device was the key to it, or at least it was for me." Charles would comment, slowly nodding. "I imagine you should make sure that you have someone else to supervise you while you experiment with the device, or make sure that you and Plotmon are on the same page, though; lest you end up in another Plotmon-fueled rush,"
He'd gently chuckle with that - recalling how excitable and eager Arakan had been when they first met, whilst she was in her Plotmon form.
Before long, though, the Trailmon would eventually reach the station - Trailmon Terminal - and gradually come to a slow stop, the familiar sound of wheels gently whining in protest as it did. Once the Trailmon had come to a complete stop, the doors would slowly open - allowing the digimon on the train to leave, and the digimon who were waiting on the train to enter. "Well, it looks like we're here - you got your things, right?" Charles would ask, glancing to Arakan to make sure that they were both ready, before they'd make to step out of the train.
Upon exiting, though, it would be noted that the Terminal seemed to be just outside of the actual city; the open gates that made up to the entrance of the city plainly visible from here. A tall, gray, stone wall stood as protection though; circling around what must've been the entirety of the city, towering almost as high as the buildings of the city did! Only a few of the tallest buildings could be visible beyond the wall from here - the tops of them peeking over it. Charles, though, wouldn't pay too much mind to the city - instead finding a place to sit as he waited for their next stop. "How are you feeling, Kiddo?" He'd ask Arakan, glancing in her direction with a smile.
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 27, 2019 1:15:26 GMT
"Yeah. I'll just uh.. Wait 'till I'm here next time. I don't have reputation to lose from having a Digimon watch me turn into Plotmon." The question of whether or not there were more people like her and Charles brought itself up in her mind again. Though at this point with all that exhaustion, Arakan could recognize that it was coming from her spirit. Sort of weird how that worked. All things considered she should have less clarity on that sort of thing when exhausted as she was.
Made sense that Plotmon would be curious about a thing like that though. A puppy would obviously want to make friends with everything it possibly could- despite even Arakan's lack of interest. Honestly, she just never had been one for being social. She was completely happy just keeping to herself. Meeting Charles did show her that it was a very good thing to have at least one confidant to rely on in an emergency, though. Perhaps it was just Plotmon's influence on her, but she didn't find the idea of looking for more spirit users to be entirely unappealing.
Arakan patted herself down a bit to make sure everything was where it was meant to be. Digivice and cellphone likely being the most important among her possessions, both of which were obviously there. "Yeah, I'm all set." They confirmed before following Charles off of the train. The size of this place was intimidating, though it seemed to strike a chord with Plotmon. Somehow it all made her even more exhausted, and she told Charles as much when she shook her head and sat down. "Exhausted.. Dunno how much longer I can keep it up to be honest."
She took her Digivice out, fiddling with it just a bit and thumbing over the buttons. It did just a bit to distract her from how tired she was becoming. It couldn't have been much longer until she was home- right? "You think trying to become Plotmon again would be a good idea now? I dunno if how tired I am would effect them as well." Of course it wouldn't matter if that idea worked once they were back in Shibuya, because then she would have to turn back right away. It might not even be worth it, frankly.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Sept 27, 2019 5:13:23 GMT
Charles chuckled and nodded, adding "It's possible that Digimon are far more familiar with people like us than other humans are, too; given what that one caretaker from before had mentioned, with Spirit Users, when we first arrived to the Village of Beginnings." in brief agreement. He couldn't help but briefly wonder, what it meant for a digimon to become a spirit, instead of being reborn like most digimon seem to do. Why did his own spirit end up becoming, well, a spirit?
Almost as though picking up on his thoughts, the Wanyamon would briefly emerge - as light-golden and wispy as before - perched on Charles' shoulder. The spirit gave off a sense of uncertainty of its own, a sense of confusion, of not knowing - as though it didn't recall, either, why it wasn't reborn like its kin were. Charles couldn't help but smile softly to the spirit, though, reaching up to pat its head. Even if his gloved paw seemed to pass thru the spirit, it reacted as though the pat made contact properly - trying to bunt against the glove, giving of a sense of contentment. "That's alright, little one." He'd softly muse to the spirit; smiling gently at how it reacted just like a cat, despite being able to turn into a dog. "We'll figure it all out, with time."
Once they were both off the train and sat down, though, Charles would glance in Arakan's direction and nod in understanding. "You sure you'll be alright walking home on your own, if you're this tired, Kiddo?" Charles would question; a hue of concern apparent before he'd add in offer "If you want, I could call and pay for a taxi for you, or drive you home and drop you off at your house, once we get back to Shibuya." It wasn't any trouble to him - free time was something that he tended to have a lot of, these days; and a little bit of yen was worth it, if just to make sure that Arakan didn't pass out or something on the way home. Of course, that last bit was probably just the worried father in him talking; surely she wouldn't pass out, but she'd certainly be feeling it once she got home.
As the young girl took out her own digivice though, Charles would peer to it, and the bright red of its casing. Wanyamon, too, would be quite curious - hopping down to Arakan's lap to check it out! "Hm... It's your call, really; though I don't know if I'd advise it now. I only suggested it on the trainride, because we'd have plenty of time to reverse the changes if something did go wrong. However, the trainride between here and Shibuya is more on the shorter side compared from here to Rosewood, I've noticed." He'd begin, tapping his knee before he added "And you had mentioned yourself, that you wanted to maintain that promise you had given to Plotmon. Being consistent with your spirit probably is a good idea, in the long run."
Taxi or car ride were definitely an option, what Charles said was true. Normally she wouldn't want the extra help, though being a teenager and passing out without supervision in the middle of Shibuya might be.. a just plain terrible idea, really. "I'd appreciate either- whatever seems best to you." Decision making was a tad hard given the point she was at, so she could confidently refer to the judgement of someone a lot more awake. She had her own money of course, though she probably wouldn't even think of that herself until the cab were right in front of her.
When Charles own spirit came to check out her digivice, she was more than okay with letting them get a good look at it. It wasn't like they could accidentally tap a button and make her turn back into Plotmon, the whole transformation deal felt a little more internal than that. Though with that in mind she had to wonder what sort of purpose the digivice served. Obviously it was required, though what was its function? Was it to monitor her spirit or was it something else? Both questions she could likely figure out on her own given a bit of time, honestly.
She nodded when Charles pointed out that Plotmon may not enjoy the very short taste of freedom very much. This was confirmed by an internal feeling of disappointment that she knew wasn't her own. "Yeah, you're right. There's lots of time for them to play once I come back here." Arakan sighed- the gears in her tired brain turning more and more as she tried to come up with some plan to wake herself up. She wouldn't really think of anything, though the act of trying to figure something out alone helped to keep her from dozing off again just on its own.
Obviously they couldn't simply pet Wanyamon, though it was interesting to watch them acting curious over their digivice. Both her and Charles had pretty adorable spirits, she had to admit. Though if Charles' cat became a dog.. Would her dog become a cat? The idea was quite annoying in her tired state, allowing a bit of a chuckle to slip. Oh, if only she knew.
Post by Charles Brynlee on Oct 13, 2019 20:54:00 GMT
Charles wouldn't blame Arakan if she declined once more, even with his typical fatherly concern; she did seem like the type who wanted to be independant, after all, and she knew her own limits better than he did. However, he would be pleasantly surprised when she'd accept his offer of either or; and he would briefly nod in response. "When we get back to Shibuya then, I'll drive you home." He'd state; smiling warmly. "I've got plenty of freetime, and it'd give us a chance to talk a little more, if we still have things to talk about then." Which, he didn't doubt it too much; they seemed to get along nicely, after all.
The little Wanyamon would settle itself on Arakan's lap - tail slowly swishing as they eyeballed the device; tilting their head (which was essentially 90% of their body) one way, and then the other. With their contact with Arakan, she likely would be able to 'feel' the emotions coming off of them - their curiosity and intrigue, in particular - as they sniffed the device briefly. It was hard to say whether the little cat was coming to any conclusions, however; partially due to the fact that they didn't communicate thru words - either out of choice, or inability.
Charles, meanwhile, would watch with visible amusement and endearment; smiling warmly. "Such a curious fella, aren't they?" He'd muse out loud, before glancing over to Arakan. "I wonder if I'm the only one whose spirit who can do this, though... Your little Plotmon friend has yet to emerge at all in the same capacity that they do, after all; and I figured that if they could, they'd be doing it quite often, with their enthusiasm." Though, then again, that'd be rather troublesome, wouldn't it? Arakan already had to deal with being stuck as a Plotmon for awhile; having to deal with one that was more than willing to come out to meet everyone on the street would be a whole other story!
Post by Arakan Himura on Oct 14, 2019 22:02:05 GMT
Arakan was not certain if she could actually pet the Wanyamon, seeing as they were basically a ghost and thus incorporeal. They had watched Charles' try and though the little ball of cat seemed to appreciate it, was there much a point if the spirit could not experience the physical sensations? Either way, she was happy to just let Wanyamon claim her lap for the time being. She wasn't allowed to have pets back at home, and that fact made the idea of her and Charles' spirit being there to stay a little more tolerable- exciting, even.
Charles did bring up a good point though. "I'm not trying to stop them from doing the same, if it's possible.. Or even if they're trying. No doubt they would have by now and they didn't hesitate to take control of my body while I was unconscious from the bike accident just to bring me somewhere they probably thought would be safer." A more childish part of her would have loved to give her stepmom a fright with the little pup, who would no doubt enjoy some Arakan-warranted play and chaos. But that would be a very very terrible idea.
"Interesting if our situations have their own minor or major differences though, it might be fun to compare once we've figured them all out, I think." Arakan shrugged. There wasn't much she could do to make Plotmon come out into their own form without having to use Arakan as a host, but the door would remain open. Though that would be assuming either her or Plotmon had the right to open or close that metaphorical door.