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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 13, 2019 23:52:27 GMT
Yomi still had a few things to work out - and Syre wasn't going to be able to solve everything with her words.
That was fine, of course. The cat obviously didn't know everything that was going on, nor was it really too much of her business. All she could really do was hope that Yomi found her way in the end - and perhaps give her a push or a hint to what she thought was the right direction. Right now, Syre was just interested in what the fox had to say for herself: what was the story behind someone who was practicing swordplay so deep into the woods!
... Apparently, there wasn't much of one. An average, bored life, one where she thought she wanted something exciting to happen, but not 'this' exciting. It took the cat a bit to piece it together, Syre giving a 'gack' as that tail flicked her against the face, the cat rubbing the edge of her nose with her glove.
'Not used to the tail'.
"Ugh, its alright, don't worry about it." A half sneeze later, the cat gave a sigh. "So, you're human, then? That... makes a lot of things make sense, actually. Its your spirit talking to you?" Presuming that was right, Syre would think about an answer - before hearing a small whistle in the wind, a drop of water landing right on the tip of her nose.
Rain. The cat swore under her breath. "Alright, um... double time, let's see if we can make a run to Rosewood!"
Post by Nobuhiko Yomi on Oct 14, 2019 22:03:59 GMT
So much for keeping secrets. Fortunately, the feline digimon didn't mind much. It was such a strange thing to see - she accepted both her nature, and that of her spirit, equally. Then again, she doesn't really have a stake in this, does she? I keep expecting people to care. She'd lead me to a nice place, and that's more than I could ask for... - Yomi punted herself in her mind.
Suddenly, something landed on her head, between the ears.
The Renamon pulled her head into her shoulders, and looked up. Another droplet of water landed on her nose, making it sneeze and twitch. In the dark sky, it was hard to tell if there were clouds or not, but the water was a dead giveaway that they were about to run into a storm! The gatomon moved faster, and so did Yomi, though not by much - she had to walk slower to accommodate the short steps of the smaller digimon.
"Right! Lets go lets go! All this fur would take forever to dry..." - Yomi nodded, before dropping into a spring, following the road that led to Rosewood. At least this body handled running quite well, as if though it was built for it. The winds started to blow harder, rustling the leaves and making the droplets smack against them, as the intensity of the budding rain was slowly increasing.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 15, 2019 2:42:22 GMT
It was true - Syre didn't have the answer for Yomi, nor could she really say that she'd ever have it. Perhaps she'd be able to refer the Renamon to her dad, to see if he could do anything about the spirit - or, failing that, perhaps the cat could become a bit of an on-and-off sparring partner with the fox to help her a bit with the sword. Only time would tell.
And right now, 'time' was insulting them by unleashing a downpour of rain upon them! Yomi would find that Syre was surprisingly quick, though definitely not as fast as the Renamon sprinting. She could match it if she ran on all fours, but she had to keep that light in her hands. And soon enough, the wind began howling through the branches, cascades of water beginning to trickle from the trees above.
Reaching Rosewood was a pipe dream. Finding the the woods finally give way to a trail, Syre turned to the north, motioning for Yomi to follow. If she could make it out through the mud, she might be able to see a glint of metal poking its way through - and a mere hundred yards later, they would at least find some form of shelter.
Shelter in the form of an old, abandoned Trailmon Station, half of its sign weathered away through time. An old metal roof was worn through, holes in the wall as nature was well on its way to reclaim the structure - but at the very least, it was a place out of the rain! Syre rested her palms on her knees, catching her breath as she let the water drip out of her fur.
"... Another point where its dangerous to travel alone... you can... very easily catch sick from something like this..."
Post by Nobuhiko Yomi on Oct 15, 2019 16:01:13 GMT
When it rained, it poured.
Within a few minutes, it became obvious that reaching Rosewood would wait - they'd have to find shelter first! Heavy droplets punched through the leaves above, drenching Yomi and Syre equally, as they made a run for what appeared to be an abandoned train station. By the time the two got there, the Renamon could feel herself slowed down by the weight of the water gathered inside her coat. As soon as they were out of the rain and somewhere dry, the fox shook herself, sending water flying all over in a thin spray, to get most of it out. A reflex Yomi never knew she had. Which probably would have been more appropriate if Syre wasn't right next to her, getting doused once more.
"Eh-heh... sorry. I didn't mean to do that..."
Either way, the Renamon's attention was soon attracted to the very place they hid in. It was so... familiar. A train station, with long-abandoned platforms, rails, and empty ticket kiosks. This looked human-made, and reminded her of home. Yomi walked along one of the platforms, running her hand against the walls, which were slowly being claimed by moss and weeds.
"Why would there be a train station in the forest?" - she mused out loud, looking into the deep tunnel barred by old boxes and "do not enter" signs. "And where does it lead?" - the girl added, curiously. Finding a bench, she sat on it, folding her hands together. As if she was going to wait for a train that would never come.
"I'd travel with someone if I could, but I doubt there'd be a lot of volunteers to travel up North for a perfect stranger. Still, I must get back to my home. My family and friends are worried I'm missing..." - her voice cracked a bit at the word 'worried'. She didn't want them to worry, wanted to let them know she's alive and ... relatively well.
If they even noticed you're gone.
"If they've even noticed I'm gone..." - Yomi repeated after the spirit, before shaking her head and frowning angrily. "Shut up, no asked you." - she would almost sound aggressive, before looking at the Gatomon next to her, and scratching behind her head, awkwardly. "Erm... sorry. Do you have a family in Rosewood?"
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 15, 2019 23:53:05 GMT
It wasn't a perfect shelter, but it was at least enough to get them out of the worst of it - and Yomi's shaking wasn't too bad, either! Syre had spent a lot of time around Renamon, and had come to expect it, simply giving the black fox the clearance she needed to shake off. "Oh, please, don't worry about it. Its not like I can get much more wet than I already am."
Syre groaned, taking off and twisting her gloves, wringing them out to get out the water. She followed by running her hands down her fur, getting the worst of the water out of it, ear flicking at Yomi's question. "Hm? Oh, there are a ton of old Trailmon stations around here." The cat spoke rather matter-of-factly. "There's this type of Digimon called a 'Trailmon' - a big, long, train - and in exchange for other Digimon providing maintenance and service, they help ferry other Digimon over long distances. But its hard to control just where the trains go - wherever they travel, new tracks are laid right out in front of them. And sometimes they just get bored of old routes."
Hence, an old, decrepit train station in the middle of nowhere! As for where it led, well, Syre gave a shrug - she simply didn't know. Sitting down next to Yomi (dry as she could get), Syre blinked as Yomi's spirit goaded her right along. "Um... actually, I have a family up north. All the way up in Snowflake."
Coincidence? Maybe! But it might not be much trouble to let Yomi tag along and -
"Hmm mm mmmm~"
Syre's voice fell silent, eyes narrowing as she looked towards the front of the station. Somewhere was the sing-song voice of a Digimon - a rather relaxed medley, considering the rain - as a particular Digimon walked out in the open.
"Oh, where have you gone, little candle?" Her attention didn't seem to be on the station in particular, circling to look around another tree. "You won't be able to stay away from me somewhere... and it must be getting awfully stuffy for you in all this rain. I'd hate for you to become a little puff of steam..."
Syre looked on, in silence, gritting her teeth. Just... what was that Ranamon on about? It didn't seem to directly involve them...
"A train that... decides where it goes? Isn't it dangerous? What if they run across a house?"
How bizarre. With every passing moment in this strange place, Yomi felt more and more that her adventure resembled an odd fairytale. Talking with cats, trains that place tracks, demons from swords... Maybe I should start writing a book or... something. The renamon shrugged. She still wasn't sure if she was alive or not. "Maybe I was hit by a truck and am having a very long dream..." - the girl muttered. It was possible still!
But soon, she heard... something.
A shadow in the rain. As if prancing in the puddles, not at all bothered by the downpour. A creature that resembled a child, though her skin was of blue-green shade, like water. She seemed to be looking for someone. Someone she referred to as a 'little candle'. Her words were just a little bit ominous. Water and fire did not mix well. Getting off the bench, the Renamon would hide next to the feline, seeing Syre's unease about the whole situation.
"She looks like a child... Is she dangerous?" - Yomi asked. If there was one thing she learned through her hike in the Dark Area, was that appearances were deceiving. Small and cute things often used their looks to lull people into complacency.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 16, 2019 23:12:02 GMT
"Well... they typically don't?"
Syre blinked in confusion. The Trailmon were such a central truth to this world that she really didn't think of it in risky terms like a human might. Still, it was clear that Yomi had absolutely no idea what was going on, earning a bit of a nervous chuckle from the cat. "H-hey, don't be like that. I'm real enough..."
That thought was quickly shelved, though, at the sound of a voice like a southern bell. And right now, the pair watched in relative hiding as the Ranamon hummed, continuing to search the outside area. "Hehe... I know you couldn't have gone far..."
"Tch..." Syre looked out of the corner of her eye, right in Yomi's direction. "No idea who, but its a type of Digimon called a 'Ranamon'. If I had to guess, she's actually the one making it rain. There was nothing about it in the forecast for the night. But she doesn't seem to be looking for us."
Not the two of them in particular, anyway. But almost as Syre said that, they'd see a 'flicker', something in the back of the station, as a small, dim light rushed towards the back. Syre looked over her shoulder, and saw him.
... A candle, in the most literal sense, clearly trying to stay as far from the one outside as possible.
"... Oh lord..." Syre pinched her sinus. "Now which one's actually in the wrong here..."
Post by Nobuhiko Yomi on Oct 16, 2019 23:42:11 GMT
Yomi watched the Ranamon, as it approached, calling out, as if singing a song.
Creepy... She's giving me the vibes of a slasher villain... Or worse, a Yandere.
The Renamon shifted her shoulders, uncomfortably. Still, if whoever she was looking for wasn't here, maybe they'd go away? Nope! It was hard to hide a light in an otherwise dark place. The fox looked around, to notice a silhouette of what appeared very similar to the candle man from Beauty and the Beast - a cartoon Yomi watched once. And if Ranamon summoned that rain... was she trying to kill the candle creature?
The Gatomon seemed uncertain in the situation, not sure what was going on, or who was right. Yomi was unsure too.
Leave it be. It is not your problem.
Maybe so. But the Candlemon looked so very obviously frightened by the seemingly harmless-looking water girl. Could there be a way to solve this, somehow? Looking at Syre, Yomi wondered: "Why won't we just ask? I mean... there's two of us, one of them."
With that, Yomi stood up from the bench she was hiding behind.
"Hey, uh... Ranamon?" - she hoped she got the species name correct. "Looking for someone?" - the fox attempted to sound relaxed and casual, even if the whole situation was putting her on edge. She couldn't simply sit on the sidelines and watch things happen... could she?
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 18, 2019 0:02:05 GMT
Syre didn't like this one bit.
The Ranamon didn't seem too distraught, which might have been the case if the Candlemon actually wronged her. No, she seemed almost playful in her approach - much like a cat moving to play with a scared, cornered rat. The longer the two watched from hiding, the more that image was reinforced in the cat's head.
They shouldn't get involved. Just let her move on by, let the Candlemon go on his merry way, and ignore the conflict entirely.
Maybe that's what the BlackGatomon would have done, if the Renamon didn't stand up and call out to the Ranamon! The cat blinked, almost shocked as she did so, but it was too late. The Ranamon's attention was drawn, chuckling at Yomi's demeanor. "Yes, that's me. And hm... I guess you could say that. Some little scamp managed to get away with something very important, so I'm just trying to get it back from him. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"
"Ugh, lay it on thick, why don't you..." Muttering, the feline stood up. "Syre, Knights of the Rose. I hate to bring this up, but you're kind of flooding this part of the woods at this point. I'm going to need you to-"
"Ah, there he is!" Yup, that dancing light couldn't be hid for long! The Candlemon slipped further to the back as the Ranamon tried to step in - just for Syre to step in front of the water-type. "As. I. Was. Saying. You need to leave."
"Oh, don't be like that, doll..." She chuckled. "I'll take care of this quick, and I'll be out of here!"
Post by Nobuhiko Yomi on Oct 18, 2019 22:28:18 GMT
It seemed that theft was involved.
Which was not very nice. But, all things considered, not all that terrible. Yomi let out a small sigh of relief. Maybe this could be settled peacefully. Hopefully. She was not at all the type to fight. Despite the voice at the back of her head suggesting to cut down both of them and keep the thing, whatever it was, for themselves. Now that was just plain wrong, she shook her head.
"S-surely there's no need for violence... Maybe we could help her return the thing, and everyone would be able to go home with their limbs intact..." - Yomi muttered, as the feline blocked the Ranamon from venturing any further. While she did so, the Renamon followed the flickering light, deeper into the tunnels.
"Hey, Candle... mon?" - she guessed. Almost everyone in this world had the '-mon' at the end of their names.
"What did you steal from Ranamon? Could you return it, please? She won't let you out unless you do!" - the girl tried to talk some sense into the fleeing creature. Either way, the fox did her best to remain neutral, for now. She heard Ranamon's account, but to complete the picture, both sides needed to have a voice.
Had this happened a week or two ago, chances were Yomi would have simply let the two duke it out on their own. Perhaps being a strong Renamon gave her a little bit of confidence she never had before.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 18, 2019 23:57:40 GMT
Not once did the Ranamon use the word steal - nor did she ever describe what was taken.
That was what put Syre on edge, and made her immediately distrustful to the Ranamon's claims. And even as she was challenged, the watery Digimon still refused to clarify, even seeming to toy with the cat at this point! "Mm... if you could get it from the Candle over there, that would be great, dear fox! But he hasn't let it go yet, so..."
She shrugged, and Syre bared her fangs. But for now, she kept her position, letting the fox slip back to the position of the Candlemon. A Candlemon, cowering in the corner, with its wax hands clasped around what looked to be like a wrought piece of metal. "Tch, stole, nothing! I've been looking around these woods for weeks to find out where this is, and now that crazy girl's trying to steal my work! She can't even tell you what this is, just ask her!"
He spoke in an aggravated whisper, but got his point across very well - and the Ranamon knew that the Candlemon wasn't going to give it up. So she just waited for the fox and the candle to be right next to each-other, before giving a snap of her right hand. Right inside, a single dark cloud would build up over the two of them, before letting forth a torrent of concentrated, black, draining rain.
Or, at least, that was what Yomi assumed it was. Something made of metal, at least. In the darkness of the tunnel, it was hard to see. Still, one of them was lying about the whole thing. And Ranamon, for all her confidence, gave precious little evidence that whatever the Candlemon had, belonged to her. It was just when the Renamon towered over the petite candle, a small thunderous cloud appeared over them.
She barely managed to get herself above the candle, shielding its flickering flame from water. That was not very nice! Someone seemed to want to handle the matter personally! "Hey, what gives?" - Yomi knew precious little about the rain, until it started affecting her. The longer she stayed under rain, the weaker she felt. Her legs started shaking a little, to her surprise.
But someone knew what was going on. And to him, this was ... an invitation.
Yomi's hand was brought to her chest, forming something akin to a handseal, and a layer of dark energy coated her entire body. The drain stopped, at least for the moment, The renamon straightened out, no longer offering the candle her protection, instead turning around, and walking out of the cloud, towards the Ranamon.
"You should have listened to the host." - the voice of the Renamon changed, gaining a tone already familiar to Syre. The hilt of the sword she carried was dropped to the floor, the blade shining dimly in the rare light. The pace was getting quicker, shifting from walk to run, as the fox dashed forward.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 20, 2019 1:36:21 GMT
"Its not a pipe, its part of a future digsite! Its - ack!"
The Candlemon's retort was cut off as that dark cloud appeared overhead - and as the Renamon dived down to cover him, the candle cowered down so as to try and not burn the spirit. The rain would pound against the Renamon's back, threatening to drain every bit of stamina that she had. Syre didn't stand still, of course - the now-pissed-off-cat built up a blue light in her fangs, sending out a torrent of bluish fire to try and scorch the Ranamon in front of her!
... Only for the fish girl to duck behind a bench! "Oh, dear... seems like I'm in a bit of a pickle like this! But surely you're not going to keep it up while your friend's being-"
Her words were caught off, as the fox simply stood up from the damage - and moved to charge right for the Ranamon! It was a bit startling for her, but the Gatomon was more realistic in her thinking: "Wait, hold back! I can handle her!"
Heh, some upstart rookie? The Ranamon didn't take Yomi seriously, raising both of her arms forward, a tendril of water surrounding each arm. With a flick, each would lash out, like whips, intending to strike the fox square in her shoulder and stomach, respectively!
Post by Nobuhiko Yomi on Oct 20, 2019 19:22:21 GMT
What the hell are you doing?
Teaching you. Observe.
The spirit was a reckless creature. Used to having more power than this, it almost insulted him to work in this feeble form. Still, even though his powers diminished, the experience was still there. After all, this too used to be his form, once. Being in control felt like wearing a pair of very worn gloves. Tattered sure, but fitting the hands perfectly. As the Renamon saw the whips being formed and flung towards her, she gathered some energy into her hand.
Not to overpower the blows, no. It was pointless to match an enemy such as this blow for blow. Trickery and finesse was key. She lobbed it in front of herself and at the Ranamon.
It exploded in a puff of choking smoke, which quickly engulfed the area around the Ranamon, robbing her of sight. The water flails she swung would feel as though they hit nothing, and it was indeed so, as the Renamon used the cover to propel herself into the air. Drawing the blade, and passing by the digimon. The darkness and smoke affected not the fox. A swift and precise draw-cut, right across the water girl's side. The blow was that of a rookie-level digimon, sure. But the blade was cold, and the edge hurt.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 21, 2019 23:37:38 GMT
This kind of trick?
More than anything, the Ranamon was annoyed. Feeling a tinge in her nose as smoke filled the room - blocking Syre's and the Candlemon's sight - the Ranamon kept her focus forward. Feeling nothing with her whips, she immediately cast them away, instead raising her fingers for another snap.
She had simply created a cloud over the Candlemon before, and right now, it was no different: a dark cloud was created with a snap, this time directly within the smoke! The increased humidity caused the gas to weigh itself down, the combined mess falling like a sheet of black water against the floor. The girl blinked, seeing only the Candlemon across from her.
A Candlemon - and a shadow quickly darkening before her. The Ranamon's head craned up, just in time to see the fox land, and an awkward flick of her arm would make that blade meet her left gauntlet.
"Heh... you're not that timid little fox, are ya?" The Ranamon chuckled, flinging that arm outward to try and force the fox's arm to the side. This black fox wanted it rough? Well, she tensed her opposite hand, and tried to drive a right hook into Yomi's stomach.
"I wonder how much the 'weaker' one will squirm with a bit of pain..."
Unfortunately, Syre couldn't assist. Not immediately, at least - the feline took the opportunity to slip around the fight at hand, finally reaching the Candlemon, giving a nod as she stood guard in front of the candle. Damn it, to think I let her get involved in all of this. Alright, just... just focus, Syre. Wait for your shot.