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Post by Junpei Sudo on Oct 20, 2019 2:46:10 GMT
"Probably getting bought out by people richer than us..." Junpei chuckled lightly as his eyes passed over the shops wares, each one seeming like the stuff of sci-fi (which, to be fair, it basically was). The only thing that really brought him pause was the android-robot-cyborg-whatchamacallit they were advertising; all the knowledge he had obtained from watching movies and reading comics told him that creating a robotic duplicate of yourself was a capital-B Bad Idea, no matter how 'simple' the AI inside it supposedly was.
Pulling away from the store's window, his gaze passed over the rest of the mall, eventually finding himself oddly drawn to the store labelled with 'Vehicles'. Now, Junpei had never been much of a car guy, mostly stemming from the fact the only way he could afford a car would be if he worked every hour of every day for the next twenty years. But either bits were way more valuable than yen, or Digimon didn't know the first thing about how valuable this stuff really is, because even the stuff in this store he found he could afford pretty squarely. So maybe... Junpei gently nudged Yuko to get her attention. "Yo, wanna come check out that garage? Figure getting a car would make it easier to run around this place."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 20, 2019 9:23:15 GMT
While practically gawking at the collection of James Bond-esque trinkets, Yuko was suddenly nudged by Junpei, who directed her attention to the shop labeled ‘Vehicles’, which true to its name was a garage filled with vehicles of all conceivable shapes and sizes, as well as tools to upgrade them. His plan to buy one such vehicle was one the female delinquent was clearly skeptical about. “I dunno… Having our own ride would definitely be better than relying on the Trailmon to get anywhere, but are we even old enough to drive? Last thing I want is having the Digi-police after us.”
Yuko turned towards Jokermon, who was standing in front of the shop labeled ‘Mercenaries’ and carefully reading a bulletin board filled with a bunch of ads and contact details. “Oi, Jokah! What’s the legal driving age in the Digital World?” She asked. “Driving age? Hmm, I suppose if you’re Rookie level you’re old enough.” The jester replied. The hooligan face-palmed at that answer. “I meant for humans!” Jokah’s single visible eye widened. “Oh! We treat all humans as Rookie level, so you should be good.” “Well… I guess you can go nuts.” Yuko said, turning back to Junpei.
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