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Post by Erika on Jun 22, 2019 7:15:10 GMT
Right now, Gazimon knew just about enough of the whole Astrivia deal. Understanding how everything had played out so far, definitely made him aware the best possible course of action was getting to Re-Re Island. This was the island where the ISR was located. It was important to remember this was the institute that had actually received that stress signal related to that ancient piece of technology that many believed to be somehow linked to Astrivia. It was clear the ISR was uncovering more information about Astrivia, even going as far as 'playing dumb' on the whole deal. This meant that, right now, getting to Re-Re Island was the best bet for all of those who wanted to get a step closer to finding the lost city. Easier said than done, sadly. The island and its perimeter had been protected by a field that did not allow anyone to come in through a portal. Strict security policies issued by the digimon navy made no passenger boats want to even go near the place and they had forbidden any flying vehicles or digimon around the area. How to get there, then? A couple of flyers around Whitewater claimed that a group of merchants known as ' Los Amigos del Ocio' shipped and traded different types of items to basically everywhere around the Southern Tropics, no limitations. If this included Re-Re Island, anyone who could get on one of those boats would have won the jackpot. This publicity had brought Gazimon to the Garma Isles, where the shipping company was supposed to be located. There was not much to be said about the Garma Isles. A set of three islands where some digimon would come for a short vacation. At least those whose budget couldn't afford going fancier places. Town didn’t seem particularly abandoned or dirty. It was just… lackluster. Small huts that worked as inns or shops inside a small jungle was the main attraction of each island at the archipelago (if it could be even called like that). Surrounding this jungle, the beach. It didn’t matter in what direction you walked through the jungle, it would take you to the shoreline of the semicircular pieces of land. This was basically the structure of the first and second island, and things only seemed to begin to change when you crossed the bridge that would take you to the third. The third island of the group welcomed everyone with a definitely more elaborated layout. The town in this island had concrete houses and even streets and sidewalks. It was still far from the perfect metropolis, but it was a lot more advanced in terms of infrastructure. The reason why this island was particularly different? Well, maybe some further inquiry with the townfolks could bring answers. However, it was very likely it was related to the fact that it was on this island where 'Los Amigos del Ocio' headquarters was located. It was a fairly popular shipping company, after all. Gazimon knew he had to head for this place. The look for these headquarters would take the hare to the eastern end of the island. Being on top of a small hill, he would be able to see the whole piece of land that belonged to the company. Around four of five giant wooden warehouses were scattered around a giant dock. From there, Gazimon could even see different ships coming in and out from the sea. This had to be the place. Surrounding the whole space was an electric fence. Bolts of energy seemed to go up the fence too, avoiding anyone from jumping over it, regardless of the height they could reach. However, going down the hill, there was a small path that led to a giant door, guarded by a couple of Gizamons. This was a shipping company too, so it was likely that pair was there to provide info to potential customers. Maybe the best course of action right now was to make some inquiries as a client? It was the silver-pelted digimon who had to start making decisions. OOC:Kayo! Welcome to the Set Sail for Astrivia plot, Rogues Gallery.
This is not, by any means, a static plot. Everything is going to be constantly changing according to the decisions you make! Although for plot convenience and in order to give you a little push I have established a first objective for your crew (getting to Re-Re Island, in this case) all of your actions and decisions will determine how the plot moves on and whether that objective changes or not. Alliances, friendships, and gruesome battles: in Set Sail for Astrivia your objectives and the roads you take to achieve those objectives will change according to how YOU want it and the decisions YOU make.
So, enjoy the ride! ~
With love, Erika.
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Post by Gazimon on Jun 22, 2019 17:40:51 GMT
It was just the sort of deal that would get you rolled back in the City of Night. The warm and fuzzy faerietale they told bright-eyed softboileds straight off the Beginnings wagon, or those down on their luck hopefuls that would inevitably trickle into the undercity from Terminus, looking for a big break. He'd seen this con before, he'd spun this lure before, seen monsters bigger and stronger than he chase that little bobbing light of hope through every dark corner until they were sucked dry, only to find the angler grinning in the dark at the end.
So how had he found himself here, feet sunk into the warm white sands of this near-miss on tropical paradise? He felt dumb as he made his initial rounds of the quaint little island chain, dragging his feet and leaving long-clawed footprints in the sand. It was too hot here. Too bright here. Just the kind of place to make a proud troglodyte like himself feel like a tourist with no travel brochure... Though, he did have the travel brochure. He occasionally referenced to keep himself on course.
He guessed it must have been that this particular tall tale was being spun, very quietly, for the benefit (or detriment) of nobody in particular. He'd never really made open inquiries about it. He'd only picked up snatches, threads with no particular lure, and sniffed his way back along them with dreadful curiosity. Eventually he found that they stretched far beyond the particular neighbourhood he was used to playing with. Out across stretches of jungle and sand and waves. Some digging and the scent, that particular stretched-taut line of data, only got more interesting. You didn't throw down that kind of gauntlet if there wasn't something worth protecting. Maybe it was something else the good folks at Re-Re were guarding, but he just had this feeling, this instinct. His instinct was always right. Or so he liked to tell everyone.
It sounded too good to be true, but what if this time, it was true?
It was a bet, and in the end, it was a bet he fronted money on. Fare out to some remote salarymon's discount getaway was a cheap buy-in to sit at a table with stakes the size of legendary treasure... Even if that had run him the better part of his quickly draining store of bits.
The sight of the poorly-zoned concrete structures offered the Gazimon a relieving, familiar sensation, that remote bit of cityvalization helping to snap him back from the tropics-inflicted doldrums. He passed it by, skirting the edge of the out-of-place bit of urbanization while trying to glean what little he could of it's layout from the outsider's perspective, preferring, for now at least, to get his eyes on the prize... Or the prize that would hopefully lead to the prize that would lead to the prize.
Seeing the trading company's compound proper made Gazimon feel marginally less stupid, but didn't make him feel much better about his chances. Company might just have a chance of being big enough to secure an exclusive contract like delivering groceries to the eggheads out at Re-Re, but if he couldn't get in that meant nothing. Security was tighter than a Gorimon's grip, and he didn't fancy his luck trying to scale that tall and intimidatingly crackling security fence--even if he could manage to short it with his technical know-how, there was no telling for how long or how it might backfire. Tunneling was similarly written off, as it could be buried miles deep. He might have been able to slip in through the water under cover of darkness, finding a way to scramble up through the docks, but that would require swimming. Eugh.
It was all way too much time and energy expenditure for the first pass by an upstanding con like himself, anyway. So, he'd do what came natural: Try knocking. Spying the pair of Gizamon posted on gate detail, he tilted his head, ears subtly adjusting and readjusting in thought as concepts mixed and melted in his mind, flowing and overflowing and parsing back down again. Finally, he smirked and dropped his pack, turning around to dig through it.
He approached the gate with a lazy confidence, his brim-stuffed backpack returned to it's eponymous position. The mammal digimon was now holding an old, worn clipboard, to which had been pinned a number of pages, blank and otherwise, as well as the flyer for the company itself. What was more, a pair of expensive-looking Knock-Off™ designer shades were now precisely straddling the bridge of his muzzle. He regarded the two aquatic digimon on-duty with a pair of bright red eyes that only seemed redder still for the contrast to the pitch black sunglasses.
Before either of them had the opportunity to properly hail them, he did to them, "'Day, fellas. Names?" He asked them easily, eyes travelling from one and back to the other as he came to a stop a comfortable, conversational distance away from them. As he eyed them up he made a point of getting a good look at the gate itself in turn, trying to determine what little he could about it's make.
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Post by Erika on Jul 1, 2019 7:32:18 GMT
As Gazimon approached the two guards at the front gate, he would probably notice the heavier element of this security system was related to the structure of the door and the fences around the docks. No other digimon seemed to be guarding the perimeter, although that was a bit suspicious. Maybe it was just that he could not see them. While he walked towards the duo, Gazimon would noticed they seemed to be talking between them, staring at a tree not too far from the door they were guarding, some giant red fruits hanging from one of its branches. "Man, it's so hot. Having one of those would be nice..." It made sense frogs could not climb on trees, right? Once the hare addressed them, the frogs turned their attention away from the shrub.
The two frogs stared at the shady Gazimon for a while, before one of them greeted him back. “Howdy.” He blurted, while he looked at the mammal from head to paws. The other one just remained silent, throwing not much more than a quick glance the newcomer’s way “Name is Uki, over here.” The first one, who seemed at least a bit interested in answering the rabbit’s questions, introduced himself. Then, he glared for a second at his partner. “He’s Toc.”Then, he proceeded to attend the business part of this exchange, regarding what the Gazimon might be needing. “We’re currently not taking any orders. If you are looking to ship something, you’ll have to come after four in the afternoon, since we have to complete a special shipping today.” After a short pause, he went on. “ If you want to buy something from our merchants, I think the shop is working normally today. You'd just have to go around the fence, to the eastern side of the docks.” “Special shipping…” Toc muttered. Then, his eyes widened. “W-Wait… that thing is today?”“What? You didn’t remember?” Turning to face his partner, Uki would have quirked an eyebrow if he had any. “That means… the boss is coming today.”
For some reason, the frog did not seem very happy about it. “Yes. The truck is coming right through this door, so prepare your best party attitude.”
A sigh was the only thing issued by Toc, who had a deeper, more mature voice. Apparently, that gate behind them was going to open later today, once that 'special shipping order' was going to be completed. “Anyways… Were you interested in knowing anything else?”
How many questions was Uki willing to answer? Gazimon should probably choose carefully. Or... would he rather go to talk to the merchants?
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 1, 2019 20:48:00 GMT
Gazimon carefully noted the peculiarities of the security setup with a few choice scribbles at his clipboard, allowing his red eyes to wander behind the cheap dark lenses of his shades. It seemed that either the trade enterprise had placed most of their stock on the most obvious of the site's defenses, or--more concerning--that the additional layers of security were well concealed. Even hoping for the former, the mammalian digimon couldn't help but be very wary of the latter. Company with the range of LAdO had to have some cards up their sleeves, and the Gazimon was determined to find out as many of them as he could before gambling with them.
He was content to let them give him the once-over at their own leisure; he was, quite simply, a Gazimon, hardly different from the other specimens of his viral breed, and very probably not even in the top percentile of Gazimon... Despite his usual reassurances to the contrary. The digimon was hefting a particularly burdened-looking pack that might draw some, but other than that and the fake designer sunglasses he was sporting, there was little of note about him.
"Uki," He replied, pushing his Knock-Off™s up his nose to more fully obscure the sun-catching bright red of his eyes. He made a point of rather dramatically jotting down each of their names as he repeated them. "And Toc."
He listened in full to the finned-and-furred gate-guards as Uki explained a rough outline for prospective business, his ears twitching curiously as this was momentarily derailed by that mention of some special shipment, and a personal visit by the head honcho. He tapped his pencil against the already marked-on front of the page on his clipboard, before going on to introduce himself, in kind, "Gazimon--just Gazimon--freelance security specialist and consultant. Doin' a little inspection of your lovely premises here, though sounds like I might'a come at a bit of a hectic time, heh."
He paused to allow that to sink in, but turned his head distinctly towards the nearby foliage Uki had been inspecting upon his arrival. Stowing his pencil in the clip, he meandered over a bit closer to it, reaching back into his pack as he did. "Ya!" Abruptly, he tossed a half-rusted pipe wrench up into the tree, landing a telling blow to the stem of one of those very fruit!.. Which had little effect other than to jostle it around. Grumbling, he wandered closer and gave the trunk a few solid kicks, further loosening the fruit. A few tumbled down, nearly hitting him in the face before he managed to wrestle them into his grip. Not precisely the cool presentation he'd been shooting for, but it got the job done, and hopefully the literal fruit of his labours would be what was appreciated in the end.
He crossed back over to them, closer this time, and set them down in front Uki and Toc. "Sounds like you two gotta keep your energy up for the main event, eh? I know how it is." He gave them his best smile, which included a mouthful of the razor sharp teeth concealed in his non-assuming mammalian snout. "There some trouble in paradise though? Sounds like a little more than just the usual boss-crunch-blues."
Gazimon leaned subtly back, turning his head visibly left and right to look up and down the length of fence nearby the hardened bulwark of the gate. "It just you boys watching this stretch, then, and in this heat and everything? That's a pretty rough beat."
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Post by Erika on Jul 3, 2019 8:37:30 GMT
The Gizamons' eyes just widened as the hare approached them with a couple of fruits now.
“Y-You…” Although Toc was the coldest of the pair, he seemed pleasantly surprised by Gazimon’s gesture.
Uki, on his side, grabbed one of the fruits and took a bite. “Big Berries are the best around here. Thank you.” He punctuated that sentence with some ‘hmm’ sounds, while he tasted the juice coming from the red fruit. While he ate, he tackled the question issued by the so-called inspector.
“The boss is just always so animated and full of energy it’s a bit tiresome. He loves to party and dance, so when he comes around, we all have to match his attitude or he’ll get sad.” That explained the hassle of having to receive a Special Shipping from the leader of Los Amigos del Ocio.
Toc added a little something to Uki’s comment. “He’s a great digimon, and a good leader. It’s just we have trouble being that excited after working during the whole day.”
Regarding whether they were alone here or not…
“It’s not only us. But it’s still a lot of work.” Uki scratched the top of his head with one of his black claws, while Toc took another bite at his own fruit.
What did that mean? So there wasa heavier security system? Where was the rest of the team?
In any case, it seemed like the more talkative of the two frogs had his own question for the silver-pelted digimon. The fruits seemed to have effectively cracked the shells of the guards.
“So you’re a freelance inspector? How does that work? Who hired you, exactly?” He asked, tilting his head and staring for a bit too long at the beast. “And what are you inspecting?” Toc added.
“I think we’re not allowed to let anyone through, though. Not even surprise inspectors. You’ll have to speak with our boss to inspect anything. As we mentioned, he’s not here right now, he’s coming later with the shipment. If you want to inspect the shipment or need any kind of authorization, you’ll have to go speak to him directly at his house.”
His face covered in red juice, Uki glanced at Toc for a second.
“I mean… we could give him the address, right?”
Were these the ‘fruits’ of Gazimon's work?
“… Hmmm. I guess?”
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 5, 2019 7:17:19 GMT
"No problem fellas," The Gazimon relaxed as he watched the pair dig into their unexpected snack with a gusto that he could appreciate in the sweltering eternal-summer heat of the tropics. It was almost enough to encourage him to try for a fruit of his own. Instead, he remained as still as a statue, if more sweaty. He was on the job, himself, and it wouldn't do to breach his professionalism protocols in front of these two, however falsified they might have been.
"Ahhh, a real high-octane higher-up," The hare-like digimon noted knowingly, before offering a slight shrug. "Well, sounds a gigabyte better'n some of the hot-heads and slave drivers I've seen headin' companies this size. Sounds rough but chin up, eh? Sure you guys got it handled."
"Now there's a relief. Here I was startin' to think they had you guys watchin' the entirety of this fence by your lonesome, and put all their ship-chips down on this sparky piece'a work here," He offered a casual point off towards the nearby defense, offering it a sideways look. "Not that it ain't real impressive and all, but firewall's only one deterrent... Trading co like this, must be some crack security on site."
As he spoke his eyes were roaming behind the veil of his shades, looking for any other sign of additional defenses or staff on hand now that he'd made his way a bit nearer to the gate. "Sure! Simple enough shake. Most companies got a vested interest in gettin' a proper view of how their security stands up, see? It's nuts how many folks on the regular pay might overlook security flaws, either 'cause it's easy, or they got their pride, or just dunno what to look for. So self-employed guys like me make the rounds, get down to brass bolts and write up our findings. Give the heads a good presentation, saves on in-house briefing to get me up to snuff too, a real win-win-win. 'Course, sometimes a close business partner might wanna know things are up to standards with their primo shipping-handling crew and spring for an independent... But that's neither here nor there." Gazimon went through the talk, idly scratching at one of his long lapin-esque ears and explaining at length his alleged role with the friendly open-handedness of a potential work-mate... All while quietly slipping in that potentiality at the end; better to have two potential bluff foils than just the one, after all.
"... You sure about that?" He asked, suddenly quite seriously, letting his sunglasses droop down to the tip of his nose and squinting back and forth between them, the harsh glare of the tropical sun casting the reds a brighter hue. Then, just as suddenly, he smiled, wide and white and jagged, a little snort escaping at his own sense of humour. "'Course you guys are, you're no amateurs, I can see that. Always got to get those credentials in order, inspection or no. I'll be sure to mark you fellas down as good for my initial inspec." He offered them a quick wink over the rim of the glasses, scribbling intensely for a second or two before pushing the back up to his eyes with the warn eraser of his pencil. He hid his actual disappointment behind a slightly too-wide smile and a millimeter of dark cheap plastic. Best to let those seedling of trust planted by their exchange take root rather than burning them outright in a poor-odds gambit to press his way through. He risked losing more than just some time and effort if he made the locals too skeeved, too quick.
He was, however, genuinely surprised by how quick this particular decision seemed to pay off, and it showed by a slight hanging of his jaw. "Hey..." He said, a little quietly, his performance bolstered by the little hint of genuine emotion he felt at the dutiful duo be willing to help him out in turn. "You guys really do that for me? That'd be a big help, sure shave a bit'a time off my crammed timeline for this thing."
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Post by Erika on Jul 7, 2019 11:23:09 GMT
Two things should have made themselves clear by now:
One: these two Gizamons were not the sharpest tool in the shed. And two: They were fairly confused at Gazimon’s explanation.
“W-Wait. So our boss hired you? Who told you to come here?” Why weren’t they notified about this? And who, exactly, did this Gizamon talked to before coming? It just seemed like the hare had gone round and round about it, but had not quite answered the duo’s questions.
Well, confusing the enemy was also kind of a strategy, wasn’t it?
Maybe it did not have the best possible results ever, but the approach taken by the silver-pelted digimon had not been sloppy at all. It actually had brought to him some solutions and, although the pair of frogs did not seem to quite understand what was going on, they were too busy eating their fruits and too pleased by their flavor to really care.
It was a hot day and they were tired, they did not feel like asking too many questions. Whoever this inspector was, if he brought them an authorization signed by their boss, they were supposed to let him in. That was everything they needed to know.
“Whatever, I’ll give you the address and you go talk to our boss. If he lets you in, you’re good to go.” Uki declared. Simple as that, right? “You should follow the road you came from, back to town. There, you must go north, passing the Garma Inn and going up the hill. That’s where the residential area is located. Keep going up until you find house number thirty-two. That’s where our boss lives. You’ll probably see a truck near the entrance. If you get there too late, he might have left already to bring the shipment here.”
“Well, in that case… he could just wait for him here, right?” Toc asked, looking at his peer.
“Hmmm…” Uki’s mouth wrinkled as he raised his gaze to think about this alternative. “I guess that will save you the walk there, but there are still some hours until that.” Now, he gazed at the hare again. “It’s really your choice. You know how to get there now, anyway.”
With this, the pair of frogs returned to eat the rest of their fruits.
It seemed like they had given all of the information they could offer.
Time to make more decisions.
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 7, 2019 22:54:31 GMT
"No no, it's not about already bein' hired, but about bein' hired, right?" Gazimon answered patiently and as helpful as could be, subtly turning his head to offer them the impression he was looking back and forth between them from behind his sunglasses. In truth, he was giving the local area one last visual sweep. He gave a nebulously dismissive gesture with the hand not currently claw-clamped onto his clipboard, accidentally causing his pencil to clatter to the ground. Quickly stooping to recover it he spoke again, "Say, I get a term contract--meanin' I'll be stickin' around this place a while--and I'll be sure to explain the ins and outs of independent security work."
Gazimon seemed happy enough to let the topic go with that, as his two fellow rookies seemed more interested in enjoying their snack than hearing more of his hare-brained spiel anyway. Saved him the trouble.
His long claws performed a dexterous and chaotic dance as he quickly jotted down the directions Uki had offered up, a hint of pink tongue breaching the corner of his mouth in the moment's concentration. "Number thirty-two, got it. Thanks for your timely help, fellas." He gave an easy shrug at that. Really, the only thing that sounded worse to him than working in this heat was wasting time in this heat. If he'd heard of this whole venture along the wire, well, was only a matter of time before others did too--and there was no telling how far behind he might've been to start. "Hey, I'd love to stick around and chat bubbles with you boys, but you know how it goes. Money is time! Still gotta make my initial sweep and finish off my report and all..." The mammalian monster mumbled, hoping to keep them disinterested in just what his alleged tasks actually were.
He started to turn to go, before suddenly tensing and going still. Well, best to collect all the cards he could to fill out his own hand on the gamble, right? "Oh, one more little thing, actually!" He approached, offering his best, easiest smile, though an undercurrent of anxious energy kept it tight. He held his clipboard out to Uki with one long-clawed paw, and offered the pencil similarly precariously pinched as well. "You mind if I get you guys' sign-off here? Would help my report to verify was actually you two fine fellas I talked to at the gate."
The ever-so-friendly and professional virus gave his new acquaintances a few moments to do so--or not. Either way, he was off to complete this sweep of his, giving them a wave as he made to follow along the portion of fence he hadn't already... Hopefully evading any further, potentially inconvenient, questions. "You cousins keep it cool, mm? I'll seeya 'round!"
He would go on to complete a cursory examination of the fence, following around it's perimeter at a safe distance with all the careful observation of a completely legitimate security inspection. Taking note of any new details he might have gathered in so doing, he then cut a sluggish, heat-bedraggled path back towards the city. There were still some hours before this big fishy truck-dropoff was intended to depart, if his web-footed friends at the gate had been accurate, and admittedly he could use a pit-stop to refuel lest the beating digital sun and the oppressive humidity (at least compared to what he was accustomed) run him ragged before the show really got started.
He pursed his lips as he studied his notes from through the grainy haze of his cheap shades. The Garma Inn had been used as a point of reference. Well, it was worth at least a couple of minutes detour--if nothing else, such a place might provide a bit of extra information on the town in general to an obvious outsider such as himself. And accommodations in tropical paradises--even cheapo discount tropical paradises such as this particular little island chain--were supposed to serve up exotic refreshments, right? Well, he was banking on it anyway!
As he navigated the paved paths of the settlement using Uki's helpful instructions as his compass, he tried to take note of any other odd details he might pick up in the process... Although this was made more difficult by the baking sensation the sun-scoured asphalt was applying to his bare feet. With a bit more spring in his step than felt proper he made to quickly find his way to the Garma Inn.
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Post by Erika on Jul 10, 2019 21:28:57 GMT
It seemed like the Gizamons were finally getting the hang of what kind of worker the Gazimon was. At least some grasp of understatement seemed to be getting to them. Maybe it was too late? They were already too busy eating the fruits the hare had gotten for them, so they didn't really care anymore. Which was honestly a good thing. That way Gazimon's deceit was safe and sound.
The frogs did raise their gaze for a minute when the silver pelted beast approached them again to ask for a signature. While they took the last bites of the big berries, they issued a simple shrug and just went for it.
Slowly, but firmly, both Uki and Toc wrote their names on digimoji on the piece of paper. It was only one character after the other in a pretty simplistic way of writing. Huh. Not to be expected a couple of security guards had any kind of complicated autograph, right? Well, this could definitely not work as proof that they had written the thing but... At least it meant Gazimon knew them. That should be enough for whatever the 'inspector' had in mind, hopefully.
Going inside the Garma Inn did not sound like a bad idea at all. If Gazimon's plan did not involve losing too much time at the boss' house he could probably afford to get some extra info at a place that definitely looked like it could hold some.
It was a two-story, very simplistic house. Although it was made of concrete, it was decorated with flowers and other tropical adornments. Once he entered, he would notice the floor was made of wood and the walls followed the same decoration pattern. Some posters of people having fun at the Garma isles could be found over light purple walls.
Different types of digimons, mostly plants, insects and water creatures, could be found around the establishment, drinking at some tables or having a meal. The place was not a desert, but it was not crowded at all either. At the bar, which also seemed to be the main counter, a Guardromon.
Was he... Wearing a Hawaiian pink skirt? Weird. Would Gazimon approach the bartender/innkeeper or would he rather try his luck approaching the area with the tables and talking to the customers?
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 11, 2019 21:16:09 GMT
Gazimon gave each of those haphazardly acquired signatures additional study as he trudged his way over the barbecue slab of sun-heated pavement, doing his best to commit each to memory. While he didn't have a specific end in mind for the signatures of a pair of likely underpaid day guards, every tiny item of datum he could gather to his side improved his chances. Most of the time, it wasn't grand gestures, the swipe of a great and cruel sword that won the day, not for someone like him anyway. It usually took a thousand tiny paper-cuts--made of scraps and shreds like these--to get through to the prize.
He smiled. And then he frowned. "Why's it gotta be so hot!" The Gazimon exclaimed, scurrying faster towards the Garma Inn.
By the time he'd bounded through the door, he could swear he was accompanied by the scent of the soft soles of his feet cooking. Letting a long, relieved sigh escape at the comparatively cool sensation of the hardwood floor. He let himself cool off--literally--as he took a few slow leisure-looks over the inn interior, doing his best to appear relaxed despite his rather energetic entry. Inevitably, the red rings of his eyes peeping over the shadow of his sunglasses came to settle on the Guardromon monning the dominant bar in the room. He couldn't help but offer several conspicuous, dumbfounded glances at the large machine digimon's choice of attire... Before shrugging and deciding he was alright with it. He couldn't blame the fella for trying to stand out. Guardromon often looked so similar to one another.
A bit like Gazimon.
He approached the counter to get the Guardromon's attention, only to discover it was set high in comparison to him, necessitating he stand on his tippy-claws and hold onto the corner to wiggle his face up into view. "Heya big guy! You mind fixin' me a cold drink?" He gave him the winningest smile he could muster peeping awkwardly up over the edge of the counter, before letting himself drop down below the surface again, only the lanky, furry protrusions of his ears indicating his movement around the counter to the proprietor. They came to pause near one of the stools, then started slowly back towards where they'd started directly in front of the bar-guard, the awkward, cacophonous sound of the stool's legs scraping over the polished wood following along.
Finally, he climbed up onto it, sitting right in front of the be-skirted digimon and leaning forward against the counter. He reached up to set his shades down next to one of his clawed forelimbs, starting casually, "Whew, it's hot out. It always this hot out? Gazimon, by the way, just Gazimon." He gave a little sniff, before adding, "I, uh, like your skirt."
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Post by Erika on Jul 13, 2019 13:11:45 GMT
It was hot outside. For a skin covered in fur like Gazimon’s, it was likely sweat had made itself present beneath the pelt. However, as soon as he entered the Garma Inn, a drastic change of temperature could be felt. Apparently, some type of air conditioning system was installed at the establishment, making the air fresh and chilly. That was ultimately good, and probably the reason why all of the tables outside were empty. Nobody wanted to be outside under such a relentless sun!
Upon seeing the Gazimon was falling just a bit short in reaching the height of the bar, the Guardromon’s eyes drifted towards the stool the hare did not take long to notice. While he did, the robot took out a couple of brown, round fruits out of the fridge. With his bare hands, he squished them on top of a glass with some ice cubes inside, pouring a light brown liquid in it. He added a bit of what seemed to be sugar, lime, and he started mixing it up. When he took a seat at the stool, the silver-pelted digimon would be welcomed by a glass with a little straw on top. Should he try taking a sip, he would notice it was a very cold drink that tasted like peach-flavored ice tea, if anything a bit more on the sweet spectrum of it. It was good. It was refreshing.
“I wouldn't know.” The robot quipped, before taking a piece of cloth out of a small compartment in his own body to clean the bar. “It's summer right now though, so it’s hotter than how it normally is. Believe it or not, we have very well enforced seasons in the Garma Isles. During winter, it snows during most days.” A pause. He seemed like he wanted to add something to his statement. “… not that I can actually feel changes of temperatures.” Oh. Right.
The bartender’s voice sounded like the one of a teenager, not too deep, but not too squeaky either. “Thanks. I think the attire gives the place a very tropical vibe.” So… he was actually wearing this because he wanted to? Very weird. “What brought you to the Garma Isles? Where are you heading to?”
After a short pause, the robot would issue another question.
“Am I fulfilling the social contract that involves the provider of a service making small talk with the customer in a way that you would define as satisfactory?” He asked with a very plain expression. Almost... robotic.
What.
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Gazimon
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Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 14, 2019 20:21:35 GMT
Gazimon allowed his eyes to wander again for a moment, the finer details of the utilitarian concrete structure haphazardly decorated with tropical sensibilities reminding the digimon, of all things, of 'home', of the dark passages and hollows of the under-city dressed in bright silks and packed full of the personal touches, the individualistic graffiti of generations. The pictures were an alien entity, though. Most in Tenebrous didn't much care to be pictured, and would grimace rather than smile when forced to take a mugshot. He found himself focused on one in particular, several flower-like digimon holding hands--or, well, assorted appendages--and forming a kind of sapient daisy chain, all with smiling faces. He squinted, wondering if he recognised one of them.
Feeling a little more genuinely relaxed in the cool atmosphere and the comforting embrace of sensible construction practise, he finally took a small drink, which was quickly followed by a gulp. "Whew, that hits the spot!" He announced, quickly shifting his attention back to the Guardromon, and lifting the glass in a little toast of gratitude.
"Ah, right, guess the heat don't effect you the same. Well, consider yourself lucky!" The Gazimon paused with the glass raised halfway to his lips, before setting it down again. "Huh. Snows and everything? Could'a fooled me. So this place ain't sunny year-round like some of the other tourist traps out south here." He stored that little factoid away; very likely totally unhelpful to his current predicament, but interesting.
Right, his situation. He'd almost cooled down so much that he'd forgotten this was all business, not pleasure. Nearly trapped by the tourist pitfall.
"Yeah, you got that right! Definitely stands out against your bronzed, er, physique... finish? And all," Gazimon agrees over the rim of his glass, taking another long drink before answering. "I'm workin' out here, actually. Or, well, hopin' to. Los Amigos del Ocio. Actually, on my way to meet the head honcho after I'm done here... But I ain't met him before, so I'm not quite sure what to expect. You know 'im?" The long-eared faux-lapine leaned in a little further, tapping one of his long claws idly against the counter-top.
"Sure, cous! Doin' a really banged up, er, bang-up job so far. You work this job a long time or somethin'?" Gazimon kept a long-taloned grip on the leash of the conversation, trying to guide it without openly tugging in the direction he wanted it to go. "Come to think, town looks like a lot of it's relatively new construction..."
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Post by Erika on Jul 16, 2019 22:00:47 GMT
“More like… remodeled.” The Guardromon promptly replied to Gazimon’s last piece of comment. “Since Los Amigos del Ocio arrived, a lot of things were reshuffled around the third island, both to fit their giant building at the docks, and give the whole place a twist of modernity. I guess this was made assuming we were going to get more digimon in suits and ties who needed to send their things abroad and fewer tourists. In the end, it ended up being a very strange mixture of a tropical paradise and a busy city. I like it, but many don’t.” An interesting piece of info, no doubt. Maybe it could be useful in the future? What there was no doubt of, was that Los Amigos del Ocio had come to change things up around this archipelago, specifically the third Garma Island. “I started working here when the inn was rebuilt. I suppose I am… a good showing of that mixture. A robot, wearing a beach-like skirt. Huh.” He made a pause as if he had come to a strange realization about himself. “Thanks, by the way, I do consider myself lucky.” He replied to that comment the Gazimon had thrown some seconds ago. “I once found a coin.” A pause. “This morning, actually. Do you want it?” He extended his arm, holding an old, bronze coin with a circular shape etched on it. Would Gazimon take this? So… important and useless information in equal quantities. Interesting. “The leader of Los Amigos del Ocio is a regular here. It’s always a party when he arrives. He always wants everyone to be dancing. I’m programmed to do whatever, so I’m okay with that. Some people don’t like it, though. Other do.” The robot kept cleaning glasses. “I wonder why is everyone so interested in him today, though…” He muttered, taking some seconds to think. “… Oh!” He looked below his own side of the bar, taking out a… woman’s earring. It had a diamond-like shape and a bright, purple color. “Someone came here asking for the same guy. The leader of Los Amigos del Ocio, I mean. Could you give this to her? She just said “there was no time” and stormed out when I told her where the guy lived. Maybe she’s going there.” He mused. “In any case, I doubt I’ll see her again. And since you two are looking for the same guy, you probably are bound to find each other more than she and I. So you should give it to her if you see her.”Would Gazimon take this? And what would his next move be? Inventory:-Old Coin [Gift][Waiting...] -Earring [Crucial Item][Waiting...] OOC:The inventory shows what interesting or important items any member of the crew has at any time. Right next to the name of the item, you will find what type of item it is and who in the crew has it. If it hasn't been decided yet who took the item after being handed to the crew, the words 'waiting...' will appear. If an item is showed in the inventory, it means you can take your time to look at it closely or try to use it in any kind of situation. The fact that an item is in your inventory probably means you're going to need it, so don't forget to check the crew's inventory every time you have to make a decision or don't know what to do. You might have the item you need right there!
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Gazimon
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Digimook
Posts: 89
OOC Name: Opal
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Post by Gazimon on Jul 18, 2019 18:56:55 GMT
Gazimon offered a shallow nod in reply to the Gaurdromon's lingering explanation--it was pretty much just as he'd expected, and if there was anything more to it he wasn't likely to hear it from the guard robot manning the counter. "Well, can't say I much dislike it. Say, it's better'n if the island was a complete backwater. Think there's some ruffled fluff with the longer term natives, somethin' like that? They much care for this new-fangled expansion on the island, especially when the other islands ain't gettin' the same lovin' touch?" He asks as casually as can be, some genuine curiosity helping to disguise it as just that, rather than the powder-brush attempt to dust the scene for evidence of miscontents... Which could be of potential use. Though, might simply be that most appreciated the business drummed up by the company. He gives a long drink through his straw, slowly inflating his cheeks with the cool, sweet and refreshing fluid... Before finally gulping it down all in one go. "Ahhh..."
"Sure, pal, ya pull it off," Gazimon assures him, giving him a rather genuine white-fanged smile, his mood quite improved by the drink. "Maybe they'll make you some kinda mascot or somethin'." The little digimon blinks as the coin is extended in his direction and, after giving the robotic digimon a glance, he reaches out to take it, lifting it and leaning in closer to inspect it for any discernable markings that might help him recognise it, before giving it a few sniffs to the same end. Then, he raises his eyebrows a bit, looking to Guardromon. "Huh, for me? Really? Well... Thanks, cous! You're alright!"
The Gazimon continues to slurp through his straw, wiggling it around along the bottom of the glass, trying to suck up any last remnants of the tea as his ears tune towards the Guardromon. "Yeah, I hear he's a real dance commander, heh. Anythin' else I ought'a be on the look out for, considerin' I'm off on my way to meet him just now, myself? Wanna make a good impression, y'know." He blinks and leans slightly over the counter as the inn keeper offers out the little article of lost-and-found, his large red eyes sparkling at the sight. "Sure, I'll take it to her--if we goin' the same direction, why not," He promises, estending his clawed paw for the Guardromon to hand it over to him. To further cement his evident, totally trustworthy dedication to this task, he goes on to ask, "What she look like?"
Following this discussions, and with his drink drained down to the drop, he starts to wiggle his way free down from the stool, intent to start heading back out again once things are clearly resolved. "Thanks a lot for the drink and chat, cousin! Might just catch you later, things go alright. Keep dressin' good, big guy."
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Post by Erika on Jul 21, 2019 17:46:37 GMT
His green eyes moving from one side to the other, the Guardrmon calmly issued a response. “I think the ones against modernization are, in fact, natives. However, I believe what they don’t like is having the place so crowded even in non-seasonal times. They miss the silence and peace from before the third Garma isle became so popular.”“A mascot…” The robot seemed to actually be considering this. But… why? He quickly shook the upper half of his body, letting go of the thought. “You’re welcome.” He blurted before going back to cleaning those glasses and handing Gazimon that other item. About the coin, the one at the receiving end would not find anything of interest etched on it, except… he had probably never seen that coin anywhere else in his whole life. It was not a bit or any other type of currency he knew. Once he sniffed it, the hare would quickly notice a very strong perfume. It was quite hard to tell if it belonged to a male or female, but it would definitely be easy to recognize if he ever smelled something like that again. “Anything else…” The Guardromon took some time to think about the client’s question. He placed his hand over the frame around his chest and looked at the ceiling, while he handed the earring to his peer. “Oh…!” It was the mentioning of this individual looking for the leader of Los Amigos del Ocio what made him realize there was something the hare should now. And it was quite important, to boot! Should a robot be this forgetful? “Right. This person seemed to be in a hurry to find the guy. There’s something in my gears telling me she didn’t want him just to chat with him. I think she was planning on hurting him or something; was there something like a kidnapping involved in this? I can't quite remember..." The robotic digimon made a pause to think, but he got nothing. "... Anyways, if you wish to talk to him, you should probably hurry.”Gazimon should probably start running, then! But, before… “Ummm…” While the beast got off the stool, the robot raised his attention again. “Aren’t you going to fulfill your own part of the social contract that involves you paying your provider for its services? It’ll be 100 bits for that glass.” He stated, looking at the empty glass over the counter. That wasn’t much, honestly. Time to pay up and move! Inventory:-Old Coin [Gift][Gazimon] -Earring [Crucial Item][Gazimon]
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