Paging Dr. Mechanic [Kan]

It wasn't too common for the trailmon's to get sick but it wasn't the first time that they would of ended up in such a situation. The shopkeeper leaned back in his chair, flipping through the daily paper. This was one of those days where very little happened and he was rather okay with that; nothing was stopping him from just chilling...

Well nothing up until a customer walked into his shop, prompting the man to fold the paper in half rather quickly. Placing it on the counter to his well maintained store; the duo would find that this place was damn near spotless. After all if someone was running this place why wouldn't it be?

"Yep; right in the back here."

The spirit user would wave his hand to grab the attention of what looked to be a young girl and her partner. The man was wearing one of the stereotypical jumpers that was well associated with those that worked on various vehicles.

"Name's Kan, I'm the owner of this shop. Got a problem needs solving or just here to look?"

His voice was rather cheerful, much more so than any real service sort in the human world. He barely got enough business to keep this place properly running but that wasn't the point... It was a service place and lord knew that kan would fight to keep it open. Literally if need be!

"Hah! Usually it's mons that are speechless. Most of em never have seen a human adult."

The man chuckled and shook his head; he was fairly relaxed given where they were. In any other enviroment he might be a little less chipper as you never quite knew what you were dealing with when someone approached you. He'd give a small nod as the youth introduced herself.

"Oh. Yeah that sounds about right, well if it's a whitewater or terminus Trailmon then I can just have the bill footed to the city as it's their job to keep these things up and running."

He figured that payment would be an issue or that they wouldn't have enough to help witht hat. The man would trot over to behind his counter, pulling out a backpack which he'd sling over one shoulder. In it he had some tools that wouldn't join well with his infinistorage and some minor things that he'd need for a job like this.

"Well Ms. Yuko if you could lead me to which one is sick I can take a look at them. With any luck you'll be on your way in a pretty short time... Unless it's really serious then I might be at this for a bit."

He'd shrug a bit and slide over the counter. For someone so large he was certainly agile! Perhaps it was because he just worked out a lot or just knew his body well enough. There was a moment where he'd pause and consider something before shrugging.

"If you're really in a rush though there should be a airpad near the more busier parts of the city. Could book a flight or something. Tends to be a bit more expensive though."

"Hah! I'll take your word on it."

To kan's guess, he was right when it came down to the fiances as well as where the trailmon came from. Whitewater would find a bill in their mailbox later with the trailmon's number and what was wrong with it. Though the summer themed trailmon? He didn't remmeber one like that so it must of been a newer trailmon that he hadn't worked with before.

"Well that just makes it easier for me when I have to figure out who's paying for it."

A small chuckle and he'd shake the head, motioning for the youth to lead on. He'd lock his shop door and press a button for some metal shutters to come down over the windows before leaving; could never quite be careful even if you lived in a rather safe part of the digital world.

Kan would tilt his head when he heard that sneeze, furrowing his brow a little bit before setting down his bag. If he had to guess it was a stoppage of some sort that was making it hard for data flow to regulate properly...

"Lucky day indeed... I think I could fix him. Just gotta ask him some questions before I pop him open."

The man shrugged and pulled out a small toolbox from his infini-storage; the device was infinitely useful and well... Thankfully very cheap for someone with his regular amount of income.

"Any areas of your body that 'hurt' or places that 'feel funny'?"

The lazy somewhat cheerful questions were only followed by kan hopping up onto the trailmon to peer at what sort of panels he'd have to work with as well as what sort of tools the man would need to open them.

"Newer model too by the looks of it... Whitewater finally updating their transports?"

"well I wouldn't call it junk per say, a lot of the stuff in there was expensive. More because anything from the human world that's techy that I could use doesn't work all too well in the human one. Ever try to bring a cell phone here that wasn't digital make? It'll be dead the whole time. That and it's also easier to carry than a million other things..."

The man sighed a bit and took a look into the trailmon's side, he could see where the build up was occuring which was leading to the sneezing... And it did trail up to where the smokebox would be so... He'd sigh a bit and shift; the panel that he was working from wouldn't let him get to where he needed to go.

"Newer models often have problems in the first year, mechanics are never the same thus all the different variants. Seeing that he was a variant from whitewater also helps since a lot of the engineers here have different quirks. Do you remember who made you?"

Kan shifted, hiked and hung off of the Trailmon, popping open the panel that would normally hold the smoke box. But instead he was greeted with a whole bunch of pipes, wires and other nonsense. Rolling his eyes he'd climb up to the top of the trailmon, stoop over and pop open a third panel.

"...Nevermind I know who it is. We always got into arguments about placement of stuff like this. Tch. All right it'll take a lil bit for me to fix this, I see where it's blocked already. I'm going to turn up your pressure in two of the subsidary pipes and then remove your filter all together. Once I've done that you're going to need to exhale as hard as you can. That'll jump your system and should get out any clogs..."

The man set to working on exactly that, the hike in pressure would make the entire system prime to reset and the smokebox filter itself was something that was really easy to replace, there was a few wads of material that had got caught in it which would likely explain part of the clog but... There was more and he couldn't exactly put his finger on it but this felt a touch odd. He knew the andromon responsible and they were really good with this portion of work too!

"All right now... Go ahead and exhale as hard as you can, even out the pressure in the two subsidary pipes and once you have I'll refil them again so you can do it a second time."

Working on a trailmon was a mix of working mechanical nonsense and some patient work. If he was really sick the mechanic would have to call a docotr, there was some that would do good work on trailmons and whitewater city did pay well...

Kan was thankful that he didn't have to work on more living individuals; he wasn't sure how he'd handle it. He was a mechanic not a doctor after all! Even if some of the things he worked on were 'living' in a sense. The man turned his head and let out a small sigh as the trailmon didn't seem to know but... Then jokermon made quite an interesting comment, kan shifting to stare back down at the mon. His eyebrow raised and he'd give a small shrug.

"I'd give the same answer. I don't know who my parents are."

He said it so casually and so quickly it was like this topic had likely come up before but he'd give a small clap as the smoke went from grey to white. That was a very good sign and that meant that the entire process had worked! The mechanic started to close up the panels he had opened humming to himself as he mulled over long term solutions.

"Keep your pressure a little higher than normal for about a week that should keep it from happening again in the immediate future. You'll have to eat more though."

He'd hop on down from the trailmon, wiping his hands off on his coveralls. The man chuckled lightly and gave a small wave of his hands. Honestly it was a simple fix and he was glad it wasn't something more complicated.

"Yeah it worked, he should be able to get you to terminus. I'll have to tag along just in case my fix missed something more glaring."

It wasn't like he had people clambering for his services and he was A-okay with that. He preferred a rather relaxed chill pace than the maniac sorts that larger corperations tended to have!

"Oh. Him. Yeah I was never a big believer on them. Now the sovereigns on the other hand? Real stuff. How I got this."

The man gestured to the nasty scar on his face, with him proof of things was needed and being face to face with a sovereign that was rightfully pissed was an eye opening experience. The man didn't really seem to think much of his comment, even giving a small shrug to the jester teleporting to a higher vantage point. He didn't blame them about not wanting to get smoke on him.. or around him in general.

"Of course. Just be careful to watch what you eat!"

The man gave a small wave to the trailmon as it left; shaking his head as he knew the eating habits of the train like digimon were varied. He didn't know what sort this one followed to be honest. Kan turned his head as Jokah came back down; saying they should off. Kan let loose a small chuckle; he missed the energetic partners he used to have but there was little reason to get hung up on it.

"Hah thanks! It'll be nice to have some company."

Though he'd pause at the concerned look; sighing softly as she addressed the comment about his parents. Yeah that was something he probably shouldn't of said he figured. He didn't talk about it much when he was younger so why so much now?

"Short of it? Don't know my parents. Was an orphan before I started running my mechanic shop in the human world when I was eighteen. Thirty now and running two shops, one human and one digital."

"Probably the more humble ones I'd imagine."

Kan shook his head; noting the list and the one that the other either jokingly worshopped or was serious about. He hadn't heard of that one before, all the others... Well. Here or there, he had even met a shakamon once or twice. They were pretty judgmental sorts and as a kid he had problems with authorities. Kan blinked at the apology and kan gave a little shrug.

"Nothing really you need to apologize for, it happens. I managed to get through it and that's the important part."

Then the topic shift to his shops mixed with where she'd be when she hit thirty... Kan rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. Honestly it was hard to say when you were so young, he certainly didn't think he'd still be kicking when he was younger after all!

"It can be a lot of work, but when you have people working with or for you it can be a lot more manageable. It used to help me when I was still trying to figure out what I wanted. Now it's just work that I enjoy."

There was a distinct pause and the man frowned as he tried to think of something to say in regards to the last part. Unsure of if he should even give out any advice given how his own life played out... But snyder had told him to just be blunt and honest about this sort of thing.

"Honestly worrying about the future that far in advance is both difficult and will just stress you out. Think in five year intervals is my suggestion."

Kan chuckled at the reaction that the Trailmon angler gave them, returning the excited steam blowing with a small wave. With jokermon ushering his tamer in the man would wait for the others to board before looking around for a moment... and stepping on himself.

"These things are always so darned cozy..."