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A Familiar Fondness (Syre | Valentine's 2020 Event)
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Post by Cion on Feb 1, 2020 8:40:48 GMT
It was that time of the year again. Following the admittedly delightful cold and darkness of the winter season, including its innumerable festivities of commercialism and affection, the population of Earth and the digital realm alike sought to figuratively spread their wings and embrace each other with them. This particular event, a day that most referred to as that of a supposed saint named Valentine, was one that was enjoyed in concept, but thus far had led to a degree of disenchantment. In spite of their charming personalities, the people she had encountered were volatile characters who had not desired a bond with her, be it innermost or amicable. However, this did not mean that Cion approached the situation she had willingly put herself in with calculated pessimism - quite the opposite was the case. Was it the suggestion the lad she esteemed had given her, or her own initiative to mend her scarred, bruised soul, she had reinvigorated herself by finally approaching those who she wanted at least amity with. The reincarnated paladin, her family... those certainly were success stories for her. But they were aspects of the past. What she needed to do as well was to focus on the present and work for the future, even if it was fleeting. This first step of all things, or rather individuals, was Syre, whom the organizers of this occasion had coupled her with. Oh - how tongue-in-cheek fate could be. Naturally, she looked forward to meeting the BlackGatomon in person, but there was a cosmic jest to the fact that she was acquainted, if not hand in gloves, with her parents. Dr. Mikemon was an intelligent companion who had probably saved her current existence during multiple crisis situations, while K, better known as Silence these days, was a cherished friend and comrade who had fought forces of evil with her back-to-back several times. As for the black feline... she believed that she had gotten to know her once before. She was unable to recall what the happenstances were, nor if they had talked to begin with, but something rang a bell. In the end, it likely was of no concern anyway. Maybe it was beneficial to deal with her partner for today as a tabula rasa. Was it a serious endeavor to forge a connection, or an afternoon of fun and games, she was prepared to savor and strive towards either option and a good outcome. Leaning against a wooden railing, the silver fennec calmly and quietly observed her surroundings with a soft smile. Though the unassuming ascendant, who was but the size of a Rookie, had an overwhelming data signature emanating from her ancient core, there was nothing but gentleness and care in her deeds and stance. Despite it having imposed years of anguish and agony alike on her, she treasured life and held the fundamental wish to witness it prosper. Seeing it grow, flourish and exist in harmony with others... that was her aspiration. Yet the path to do so was shrouded in mystery. But this was a matter for tomorrow. Briefly clutching her short, green scarf, the vulpine sentinel narrowed her aureate eyes to relish the entirety of nature. Usually, it were the luxurious restaurants near the beaches that she spent her time in. Why not, for they were among the star turns of Whitewater? Nonetheless, the artificial park she found herself in definitely had a charm to it. The bare-branched flora that sprouted latent buds, the ponds in which sometimes a fish breached the surface - combined with the atypically mild temperature for this season, and a glaucous sky free of clouds, it truly was a soothing experience. But a few steps behind her was the tranquil inn where she was bound to feast and hopefully laugh. Aesthetically speaking, it was a mix of a simple diner and a proper restaurant. It was slightly more fancy than your typical location for citizens, but it was not overbearing. Whoever the owner was simply had an inspiring taste in architecture and interior fittings. If the meals were equally as decent then there was no reason to be concerned. The only thing that was missing was her actual date. But Cion was not impatient. The enviroment was a facet she could enjoy all day while waiting. [Word: 715 / 715]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 1, 2020 18:45:21 GMT
'Just roll with it, alright?'
Dr. Mikemon's advice for today left a bit to be desired, but maybe he had a point. This was the BlackGatomon's first outing for something like this - a blind date, even - and though that was ultimately how Mikemon and K had gotten together themselves, it seemed to be more of an exception to the rule. Case in point, she could remember the banter of how many who had signed up for this were repeat attendees.
So, rather than have expectations for anything, Syre would just meet today with a smile, a good attitude, and a well kept appearance. A few minutes of brushing and a fresh pair of gloves made her look much more like a city dweller than the fighter she kept barely underneath the surface. She did find herself running a little bit late, but not for lack of trying. She thought she knew Whitewater well enough...
"... But how was I supposed to know that this place had two parks?" Looking briefly down at her D-Terminal, she'd find herself entering at the far end of the correct park. Putting that device away, the cat would take a few moments to compose herself, before she'd head out to the meeting place proper. The cat would stretch, letting her joints crack and the tensity leave her body.
She didn't know much about Cion, but from what Syre knew, the cat was impressed. Cion was a key fighter in the forest incident, someone with several accomplishments with the mission's guild. Honestly, it was a little intimidating to be matched up with someone like that. But could they really be that different?
It would be about a minute or so after the time they were scheduled to meet, that the BlackGatomon would finally turn the corner, her eyes drawn to Cion's form. Though, that was something that probably would have happened even if Syre was here to meet someone else: even if the fox wasn't fighting, there was an impressive data signal hidden just underneath the surface, hidden behind that deceptive frame. It was enough that the cat's nose furrowed for just a brief second, the cat acclimating to the sudden data signal.
"Um, Cion, right?" That moment quickly passed, though, the cat giving a smile as she'd step up to greet her date. She'd extend a hand outward for a shake, Syre definitely keeping an informal air about this whole thing! "I'm Syre - nice to finally meet you." And yes, finally was a good word for it: the cat had been looking forward to this for about a week, ever since she tossed her name into the hat! "Sorry if I'm a bit late - kinda easy to get turned around here. Um, anyway..."
Her tone to the end of that seemed a touch awkward. Syre usually didn't have trouble talking to people, but then again, she wasn't really used to the thought of a 'date'. How were things supposed to go from here? Small talk? "Um... you come to Whitewater, much?"
Not a bad question to break the ice, but it was clear Syre was going to take a minute or two to adjust to all of this!
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Post by Cion on Feb 1, 2020 20:57:26 GMT
Gasping quietly, it was with peaked ears that she flinched and took an abrupt step away from the wooden railing. Blinking in confusion for a moment, her head tilted to the stranger who had approached her. Sighing once, Cion immediately displayed visible relief through her steadily relaxing mien. It appeared that she had been so lost in nature's serenity and her own thoughts that her senses had ceased functioning in the meantime. Her thoughtfulness was a flaw of her - an idiosyncrasy that had its benefits, but also detriments. Hopefully, this minor faux pas did not affront the onyx feline.
Speaking of which, as she shifted her position and stance to face her adequately, she too noted the latent data signature of her newest acquaintance. While faint, particularly compared to the unassuming ascendant and those who had raised her, it was nonetheless noticeable. Her potential definitely was promising, and given time and effort there was no doubt that she had the ability to transcend her current limitations. But... this was not the appropriate occasion to discuss such personal and far-reaching matters. They had met to savor a day of various joys after all.
It was with a soft, rapt smile that the silver fennec nodded as a response to the BlackGatomon's question. Just as she was about to present herself, she realized that she drew closer to extend her paw for a proper introduction. Visibly delighted by these marvelous mannerisms, she gladly accepted the offer and gave her date for today a gentle yet firm handshake. "The pleasure is all mine, Syre." She declared in kind. Evidently, she enjoyed carrying herself with ladylike grace. This explained why she esteemed comity and an august command of words. The former she had already received with glee, and the latter she naturally did not demand. It was simply how she was.
Releasing her grip, the small fox's hands moved behind her back, not unlike a comely maiden from many pieces of retro and modern entertainment. With a charming first impression done, she chuckled briefly upon hearing the spruce cat's rather chummy apology. She shook her head, maintaining her low-key grin in the process. "No reason to apologize, dear. We have the entire day at our disposal to do with as we please. A few minutes do not matter." She proclaimed confidently, likely to her companion's approval and alleviation.
Beginning to beam with her characteristical sophistication, Cion's aureate eyes swayed for a second to the diner, only to shift back to her surroundings, and then her partner. It seemed as if the both of them were in no rush to pursue the planned agenda. To the vulpine sentinel, this was perfectly fine. Forcing things was not desirable anyway, and they had no obligations either. Would the outcome be fun and games, or something sincere? This was an uncertainty, but that did not prevent her from relishing their togetherness.
"No, I don't." The restrained Arniomon replied unperturbedly. "To me, Whitewater is a beauty patch with arguably the best restaurants in the digital realm. But quickly, its... emphasis on debauchery becomes overwhelming. I guess I simply prefer tranquility over crowds and unending parties." She explained her preferences while still showing a sense of open-mindedness. This open-mindedness also expressed itself in the following question. "And you? Are you here often?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 1, 2020 21:30:44 GMT
"Heh... alright." She gave a smile and a nod, thankful that Cion didn't find it too off-putting that the cat was a minute or two late. That said, there was definitely a disparity here, at least as far as Syre could see at a glance. Here was Cion: holding herself in good posture, openly friendly, and quite the confident socialite. That alone was enough to bring a small blush to Syre's cheek, the color mostly obscured by her dark fur. In comparison, Syre might have felt that her current demeanor was more 'casual'.
... But she really couldn't help who she was! As Cion brought up her thoughts about Whitewater, the cat's ear gave a flick. "Hm... I guess the place can start to get overbearing, especially in the late hours of night..." She gave a shrug, leaning over the banister to take a look out over the park. "But I guess that's just what happens when this is one of the few places in the Digital World designed for vacation spots. Might have to get at least a few miles away from the city if you want that calmer beach experience... hm?"
Syre found herself rambling a bit there. Cion's question put her back on track: "I've been here a few times. Dad, um, he used to have a medical office here before he moved out to Snowpoint, so there's a few friends and places he liked to see every now and then. I'd say I'm more used to Terminus, but you wouldn't see parks like this over there!"
Well, maybe it wasn't too hard for the cat to get out of her shell after all! Stepping down from the banister, the cat gave a nod towards her date. "Anyway, its not like we're stuck to Whitewater." That was obvious enough: after they ate, if they wanted to do something afterwards, they had portals they could use to reach almost every corner of the Digital World. For now, though, she would switch the topic. Or, try to, anyway:
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I didn't expect such an accomplished fighter like you to come across as..." Syre cursed her lack of vocabulary here: "... um... cute, and reserved." Stumbling over her words a bit, she tried to save course. "I mean, its not what I'm used to seeing is all. I've been to mission guilds and that sort of thing, and at some times of the day its a rather suffocating crowd. Good 'mons, but a rough-and-rowdy sort, ya'know. Its just rare to see your 'poise', I guess?"
Syre meant it as a compliment, really - but what was it about complimenting a date that made it so darn awkward?
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Post by Cion on Feb 2, 2020 10:40:21 GMT
Fortunately, their get-together did not start of with a mutual sense of unease and hesitation. As aforementioned, the minor delay that could be, at worst, described as fashionably late was of no concern to Cion. Neither was the fact that the two of them were different people with varying idiosyncrasies. She preferred to carry herself as a graceful gentlewoman, while Syre was a placid, slightly nervous mate. Both ethoses had, depending on points of views, behoofs and detriments. It was subjective and depended on those who perceived them. Ultimately, she had thus far no reason to not be charmed by the onyx feline.
Speaking of which, as they leaned against the wooden railing to savor the view, she listened to the unperturbed answer to her inquiry regarding Whitewater. There were aspects of the city that they agreed upon, and some that they did not. The silver fennec would have favored the sentiment if this location was not solely meant for vacations, but that was not her decision to make. Nonetheless, the BlackGatomon was not wrong with her rhetorical question. "Indeed. And it is quite the experience, particularly at nightfall." She gladly shared the serenity she had experienced.
Attentively listening to her kind date's explications, she displayed genuine curiosity in her mien. She would have never thought of the doctor as a possible party animal. Then again, his relocation to Snowflake was not something she grasped either. Would his talents not benefit a larger community, like that of Terminus or Luminas? No that she held these metropolises in high regards - goodness no - but it seemed more plausible. However, if Mikemon and his family wished to live in the north, then it was their right to pursue this desire.
Nodding in agreement, the bipedal fox let the faux pas slide, which was that her partner for today had gotten the name of the place where her parents lived wrong. It was unimportant if a bit amusing, and there was no need to put her further on the edge. She wanted her to relax and open herself up to her. Any relationship, be it innermost or amicable, needed a foundation of sincerity and affection to blossom and prosper. She did her part to the best of her abilities, and she had no doubt in her heart that the talkative cat did the same.
"True." She commented approvingly, knowing that they had the entire world at their disposal. She did not have an idea yet which spot to visit that facilitated togetherness, but the certainty that they had options available alone sufficed to reassure her. For now, Cion treasured the dialogue she had with her newest acquaintance. And what a turn it took! Her stance constantly shifted back and forth, visibly flattered and cajoled by Syre's amiable compliments. Evidently, she accepted them as what they were, which was with a winning, rapt smile. "You sweet-talker... no, I don't mind." She stated in a somewhat teasing yet clearly coltish way. She definitely appreciated the kindness.
Nevertheless, as it was becoming to a fine lady, she felt the urge to return the verbal fondness. "I know precisely what you mean, dear. Physical and social strength are often irrespective of each other. I do not approve of this lack of maturity, hence my womanly tact." She calmly explained her position before taking a single step forward so their eyes were able to meet adequately. "You too have poise. It's your candor... which is likewise cute." She declared with a soft voice, which was followed by a brief tremor of her cheek.
Chuckling quietly, a warmth manifested itself within her spirit that soothed her. It had been literal eons since she had last interacted with someone on such a personal level. Nothing about this was awkward to her. In fact, she had almost forgotten how delightful it was. Granting herself a deep breath, her gaze eventually swayed to the unusually fancy diner. "Shall we enter?"
[Word: 655 / 1921]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 2, 2020 21:19:47 GMT
Thankfully, Cion seemed to be the type to take such compliments in stride, even if Syre wasn't exactly sure how to deliver them. The cat would return a smile, giving a small chuckle at being called a 'sweet-talker'. "Well, I like the 'tact'." That said, Syre also didn't quite mind the 'rougher crowd' - or maybe she'd just gotten used to it by spending so much time around the guild.
It was that environment, after all, that made Syre the 'candid' sort. For better or for worse, she liked to call things as she saw them... and that made her 'cute'? That returned compliment was met with a flick of Syre's ear, the feline sharing in Cion's chuckle.
Talk about being a sweet-talker... That thought aside, she would give a nod, and follow along with the fox into the diner. "Mhm. I'm not too familiar with the place itself, but I heard its nice." That said, it wasn't one of the places she frequented during her stays here, mostly for it being on the other side of town. As the pair would enter, they would be greeted with a relaxed atmosphere, with faint atmospheric music playing in the background.
This mix of a diner and a restaurant was an interesting one, known for its shift and tone between the afternoon and the evenings. In the afternoon, it served as a nice place to grab lunch, meeting the needs of the business-types as well as small families wanting to get in-and-out within an hour. Nearer the evening and through the later hours, though, the tone shifted to fine dining, the dress code almost visibly changing after about 6:30. It brought some in both crowds to confusion on their second or third visit, but otherwise it served as a way to satisfy both crowds in the city.
Thankfully for Syre, they entered in the earlier hours of the afternoon. They would be greeted by a Lunamon, who would quickly square the pair away with a 'table for two', setting them up in a booth next to a window overlooking the park's garden. As could be expected for the time of year, the diner was fairly full, the chatter of other conversations and the like filling the air. Well, that, and quite a few on their own blind dates. To that, the results varied: some were going well, while others had one or both parties mentally checked out of the whole idea.
To Syre, though, this was just the normal noise of the city. She'd give a nod to the waiter, and start to glance through the menu, satisfied by the 'simple-enough' items here. "Heh... its been a while since I've sat down in a place like this..." The cat idly turned the page. "More often than not, I'm the one doing the cooking for the house."
Huh - Syre cooked? "How about you? When's the last time you've had a chance to dine in like this?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 2, 2020 22:23:59 GMT
Excellent... it appeared that the ice between them was truly broken, and it was delightful to realize that it had taken but a few acts of kindness to do so. Were they pleasant words, or body language that was natural to mammalian digimons, the initial uncertainty had given way to enjoyable togetherness, if not affection. It was the ideal cornerstone from which to forge a bond, regardless of if it was meant to be amicable or innermost in nature. Ultimately, there was one thing that Cion was confident about - she was fond of Syre and wished to get fully acquainted with her.
"I'm not familiar with this place either. But if you have heard that it is supposed to be nice then why not give it a chance?" She asked rhetorically with a coltish pizzazz to her relatively young voice. Gladly joining the onyx feline in their short walk, she entered the diner and briefly internalized its appearance. It was indeed atypically fancy, but this aspect definitely had a certain charm to it - a hybrid that attempted to combine the best of both possibilities. The amount of fortunately well-behaved customers spoke for this restaurant's success.
Although the silver fennec would have preferred a less frequented establishment for this occasion, the thought that perhaps it was better this way manifested itself within her mind. The BlackGatomon was a chummy individual who apparently got along in crowds, so maybe this environment was more to her liking than a noble location. Shrugging internally, she concluded that it was of no concern. She was an adept at maintaining focus on an object or person of importance, even amidst uncountable other sensations that served as distractions. And her date certainly was significant.
Hence she sat down at their designated table without hesitation or objections. If nothing else, their waitress' professionalism was acknowledged and appreciated. Additionally, the view they had from their booth admittedly was enchanting. The park's serenity touched her spirit - something a window was not able to prevent. Taking a menu as well, the vulpine lady perused it unperturbedly. The dishes that were listed were ordinary, yet they sounded square and wholesome. They would not leave hungry, that was for sure.
Attentively listening to the candid cat as she once again sought to share her thoughts with her, it was her explications that claimed the unassuming ascendant's interest. "You cook for your family? That's wonderful. Are you good at it?" She commented kindly and inquired with sincere curiosity. She was stellar at chitchat, which came from her inherent grace. Her newest acquaintance's judgment of her character had not been wrong - she was a socialite, and she enjoyed that.
Therefor, she was delighted to answer any questions that Syre posed. Thankfully, it was one that made her chuckle with glee. "Precisely a year ago, to the day." Cion responded with a slightly playful grin. Leaning back into her seat, she laid aside the card and softly folded her hands on her petite tummy. "It was last Valentine's Day - same event, different story. The lad I met then was an Impmon named Dio. A charming fella, but a bit volatile and not interested in a deeper relationship. We agreed on a friendship, though I don't hear from him often. But I know that he is fine, which suffices for me." She explained calmly, hoping that her own candor was esteemed, too.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 3, 2020 1:30:55 GMT
Well, that's why they were here - to give this place a shot! It was difficult to imagine that two people on a blind date could settle on something that both participants would be familiar and thrilled for, so something neutral like a diner fit well. Syre didn't have much to say to that, other than a grin and a nod, and it wouldn't be long until the two would be set up in the booth.
And, indeed, the menu was a simple, homely style: pasta dishes, fish, and the sort, with a few clearly inspired from the world's human counterpart. It didn't take long for Syre to settle on a simple fish filet, the cat's eyes quickly scanning over the drink menu before setting it aside. "Well, its something I've started to do in the last six months, really. And when you're cooking for four or five, you end up making large pots of stew or chili or 'simple' things... but, um, I've been trying to spice it up lately. They seem to like it, though."
Comparatively, Mikemon's cooking was pretty sub-par, but she didn't really have a frame of reference otherwise. Syre mulled it over, audibly muttering a thought: "Maybe a cooking class... I'm sure I can find something like that in Terminus?" Maybe a thought for another day.
It seemed like this wasn't Cion's first crack at this... but really, a full year without dining out? The cat might have commented on that, if it weren't for the person she was last matched up with. Dio, of all people? "Hm? The... Impmon?" Presuming that her guess was correct, she'd give a nod: "Yeah, small world! Dio and Carlos are good friends of the family - my dad's part of the same group as them, the, um, Digital Field Club." It didn't seem too off that Cion and Dio didn't meet each-other much, either. That's just sometimes how it worked with partnered Digimon and their tamers... well, that, and the fact that Carlos would have eternally been a 'third wheel', just by design.
Past that, she gave a nod to Cion's opinion on the Impmon. If anything, the description seemed reasonable, even if Dio could be a sweetheart under the right circumstances. Valentines Day didn't seem to be a good environment for that, though, at least as far as Syre could tell. "Well, this is my first time signing up for blind dates, but restaurants in general... I admit, I don't really go to 'em all that much unless its with the family." Well, she didn't count when she just grabbed a bite at the place just down the mission guild or anything like that. The cat's ear gave a flick as the waitress would come back, ready to take their orders. Assuming Cion was ready, it didn't take long for the cat to order, a polite and quick exchange between the group.
The waitress had the rest of her bust section to get to, after all!
"So," with the ice broken, the cat found herself more confident - and curious! "I know you're a fighter and all, but... well, what do you like to do for fun?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 3, 2020 20:20:42 GMT
Attentively listening to Syre's explications, the warm smile which had manifested itself on Cion's snout grew ever so slightly larger. Evidently, ordinary tales like a member of a family taking care of their kin were enchanting to her. The reason for this was probably already clear to the onyx feline. She was an individual who cherished sincere bonds above almost everything else. To her, they were what enabled true peace and harmony that prevailed over races, differences and ordeals. It was affection that allowed people to rise beyond the label of digital monster. It explained her behavior and attitude, and why she was so candid.
"I could teach you if you want. I'm no head chef, but I have accumulated a small repertoire over the years." The silver fennec offered kindly. In actuality, the thought of tutoring someone she enjoyed to be around was likely more bliss to her than the recipient. It was her innermost desire to help whenever possible, even if her assistance pertained to mundane aspects of life, such as cooking. Naturally, it was for her newest acquaintance to decide, but to her it was the perfect opportunity to maintain contact after today. Besides, her seminar surely beat a common workshop.
Regardless of the answer that she was bound to receive, the vulpine ascendant's ears peaked upon realizing that the BlackGatomon was actually acquainted with Dio the Impmon. Nodding in agreement, she figured that this realm was a relatively tiny world indeed. At least it often felt that way. "Dr. Mikemon works together with them? Huh... what are the odds?" She asked rhetorically with a spark of interest. Truth be told she was not knowledgeable about the Field Club's activities, but she had no doubt in her mind that the organization served commonweal - directly of indirectly.
"Let's make your first time marvelous then." The unassuming fox declared confidently. No matter how this day was meant to end, or what kind of relationship they would nurture, she was eager to see her date with a blithesome mien. Thus far, they had succeeded with flying colors in turning this usually bizarre undertaking into a long-lasting moment of glee. Self-evidently she had no intention of disrupting this row of successes. Hence... perhaps introducing a bit more of her amusing esprit was appropriate. Thankfully, Syre granted her an ideal proem to do so.
"Can't I thrash baddies for fun?" She questioned the talkative cat. Initially, she maintained an incredibly serious facial expression, but it quickly gave way for a cheek smirk, and then a genuine fit of the giggles. Winking playfully, she calmed down again to briefly contemplate a proper response. "I would tell you that I fancy long walks, visiting the theater and attending balls... and though these events are enjoyable occasionally, I much rather watch trashy movies, play Tabletop RPGs or binge a good video game. ... Who says a lady can't be a geek, hmm?"
Leaving her mixture of impeccable mannerisms and genial, self-aware jests for her partner to process, she too made her order. Unlike the BlackGatomon's amusingly stereotypical dish, the restrained Arniomon chose something truly square and wholesome to savor. A kebab plate, inspired by German cuisine - the largest available size of course. It seemed odd for a petite gentlewoman such as herself, but goodness knew the amount of energy she required to constantly sustain her apex form.
"And you, dear? How do you spend your leisure time? Oh... please do not tell me that I'll never get the chance to challenge you in Digimon Cart."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 4, 2020 1:20:10 GMT
"Eheh..."
Syre found herself giving a bit of a chuckle at that smile. The Gatomon didn't think it was anything too special, but apparently there was some charm to it that the fox found. Maybe she just liked the idea of family? Perhaps Cion had a bit of fondness for her own? Whatever it was, it wasn't a bad look. And heck, Cion even offered to throw her hat in the ring for that!
"Mm, that would be nice!" Syre nodded in agreement. "There's probably a lot I don't know about cooking from just my little corner of the world. Get a little bit outside of the main cities and the dishes can start to look a little crazy." Not necessarily crazy in a bad way, though Syre had to admit the cuisine in the Dark Area took a particularly strong palate to appreciate.
As for the club, Syre gave a nod. "Yeah, he said he joined it to help give the group a bit of perspective from the Digimon's side. I think every other member there's a tamer pair." Dr. Mikemon's involvement helped them know what was already common knowledge in the Digital World, and let the club move onto getting more interesting discoveries. But, honestly, he just enjoyed being a bit of a teacher to the group as a whole!
Syre couldn't help but blush a bit at Cion's enthusiasm, but she'd still return a smirk. This was going well enough - at the very least, it wasn't hard for the two to be friendly to each-other. A nice, outgoing pair, though Cion seemed to be a bit more on the 'proper' side. She shared in Cion's giggle, and started to hear the expected answer. Long walks on the beach, trips to the theater and...
... Yeah, who was she kidding. Syre's reaction turned from a polite smile to an outright grin as the fox got to that real answer. Trashy movies, video and board games? "Honestly, that's something I can get behind." That answer also fit well with Cion's more colorful choice of dish - and naturally, the question was returned Syre's way.
"Well, I'll also say I like to butt heads with a baddie or two, but if you're pressing me..." The cat bit her lip.
"... Chess." Syre gave a nod. "I like a good video game binge too, but I've got a bit of a knack for table games. Chess, Backgammon, Poker - I just like that sort of thinking, I guess." Heck, she might even have gotten into trading card games too, given the chance. It wasn't hard for her to frustrate her sister or her family with her card counting, or thinking a good three or four moves ahead.
"But sure, I've played my fair share of that. Better with a few friends, though - all you get when you're miles ahead of the computer is spike traps and barriers..."
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Post by Cion on Feb 6, 2020 18:51:26 GMT
"Splendid!" Cion exclaimed with glee. Not necessarily due to the fact that Dr. Mikemon had joined the Field Club to grant them varying perspectives, although this too was superb. No - it was the idea that this occasion was not the sole day in which she got to enjoy the physical presence of Syre. Too often had she encountered fine people and got acquainted with them, only to ultimately never see them again. Her date for this event of fondness was meant to be different, and fortunately she had succeeded. Was it about cooking or another activity... regardless of the way their relationship turned out, she favored the notion of having the onyx feline as a companion.
Smiling contentedly, the silver fennec gladly shared what kind of leisure activities she preferred. Thankfully, the tongue-in-cheek nature of her response had not fallen on deaf ears. Seldom had a moment thus far elapsed without the two mammals either grinning or chuckling, but the continued bliss managed to make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Usually, her conversations were filled with serious topics, dolor and nostalgia. This playful boyishness certainly was a refreshing change. No old wounds nor scars... just happiness.
Glad that the BlackGatomon did not consider her answer too nerdy, the vulpine ascendant listened attentively in her desire to indirectly learn as much as possible from her partner for today. And apparently, aside from trashing baddies, she enjoyed retro amusement, with chess seemingly being her favorite. "I can get behind that, too." The unassuming fox replied kindly; always able to have fun with board or card games. She was not an outstanding expert in them, but the eons had allowed her to properly acquaint herself with them. Perhaps someday, she would challenge the refined cat to a duel.
As for playing PVE... "That's what I shall be there for from now on, dear." Cion declared confidently, evidently eager to show her partner for this event what she was capable of. However, this excitement was admittedly a bit too far-reaching. They had merely bantered for a couple of minutes, and plenty of hours remained for them to savor as they saw fit. Nonetheless, the ideas and prospects themselves were auspicious to say the least.
Taking in a deep breath, her folded hands softly leaned against her tummy and hip. Steadily calming down as to maintain proper etiquette, as it was becoming to a lady of grace, her aureate eyes briefly swayed to behold the outside beauty. She was possibly lost in thought, but reading her mien and stance was not very easy. Though eventually she calmly raised her young voice.
"I must admit - I had not expected this... serenity. It's... pleasant." She commented as her gaze shifted to focus on the BlackGatomon. Her cheeks twitched slightly, almost as if she attempted to restrain her rapt, winning smile. Maybe she did not want to appear indiscreet, but there was a faint dreaminess in her simper. She liked Syre.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 7, 2020 0:39:55 GMT
... Did they just set up their second date?
Syre found herself smiling, and honestly, she was looking forward to it. That unsung question sat in the back of her mind for just a moment, but really, it was that easy. The two enjoyed the other's company, and even though they didn't really know the ins-and-outs of each-other yet, that didn't mean that they couldn't start to click. Far from being awkward, it just felt like the two were starting to get to know each-other, as 'mons who enjoyed games and cracking skulls.
Even if Syre's preference was more analog than Cion's. "Heh... honestly, I should find the time for it, more." She enjoyed those sorts of activities, but had to admit that she'd been stretched a little thin as of late - and Cion, a fighter in her own right, would probably have a general idea of what Syre was talking about. Between the Demon Lords now and DATS in the human world, it was easy to get lost in the flow of it all. Action was important, yes, but it was also important just to kick back every now and then.
And Cion was willing to be a challenging opponent! "Lookin' forward to it." She chuckled back, confidence brimming in Syre's own voice. Yes, maybe it was a bit far reaching, but even the thought of it now was enough for the two to share the moment. Cooking, chess, video games... at the very least, the pair shared a number of interests, and the BlackGatomon's laid back tone meshed more with the Arniomon's 'proper' one, more than the cat would have figured at a glance.
Taking a drink from her water, the cat gave a blink as Cion looked out to the park, Syre's eyes following to see if there was something that caught the cat's eye. Though she'd gotten the name wrong, this was a place she was relatively familiar with - a pretty sight, but one that she'd perhaps taken for granted. Indeed, the two weren't used to each-other yet, and it was at this moment that Syre didn't exactly know what was on Cion's mind.
The fox's remark, though, and the slight touch of her tone, drew Syre back into the moment. And, honestly, she was caught off guard, a half-earnest chuckle given as the cat returned that smile. The cat was used to having friends - growing up with the field club and having a large family made for a sometimes-rambunctious cat, one who could connect with a lot of people very easily. But this sort of attention was something that was foreign to the cat... but she didn't mind it.
Taken somewhat aback, she couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks, a red tint faintly showing through her dark fur. "... Honestly, 'pleasant' is just a good word for how this has gone so far." She took a moment, taking a small, deep breath to compose herself. "Well..." now that it didn't feel like a cursory question, Syre asked, with intent and interest, "Tell me about yourself, Cion."
A deceptively difficult question - but one where Syre was honestly interested.
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Post by Cion on Feb 8, 2020 14:19:48 GMT
Oh... Cion understood precisely what Syre was talking about. Dedicating oneself to commonweal was an almost all-encompassing, pervasive lifestyle. Was it vanquishing wretches, preventing natural calamities, contributing to the betterment of society or assisting with minor incidents - there was never a shortage of things to do and people that required a helping hand to get back up on their feet. It was a truly arduous and likely never-ending calling, but despite the weariness, anguish and agony it could impose, it ultimately was worthwhile. A single smile was capable of changing the world entire - and admittedly, they were a personal source of bliss, too. But neither today nor morrow had they met up to devote themselves to selflessness as a team. Instead, they willingly participated in an often awkward event that had, fortunately so, turned out to be terrific for both. There was no shyness between the candid mammals. They much rather bantered, enjoyed each other's presence and had fun without reservations. The circumstances of their meeting were mundane, but this was perfectly fine. After all, they had already forged a strong bond, allowing them to easily arrange future undertakings. The fact they agreed on the pleasantness of the serenity they savored granted the silver fennec a winning, rapt simper on her muzzle. However, she noticed the faint hue of red on the onyx feline's mellow cheeks. Had she perhaps overreached and made her feel uncomfortable. Given how quickly her newest acquaintance was able to compose herself again, this was unlikely to be the case. Whatever the truth was, for as long as they could relish the day intrepidly, it was of no real concern. Still, she would act with greater tact for now. At least this was the idea until she heard the implicit question that was posed by the BlackGatomon. Chuckling frolicsomely and rolling her aureate eyes, the small fox softly scratched her chin. "Oh goodness... where do I start?" She more or less asked herself, the amusement evident in her voice. Naturally, her date of this occasion had no clue that she was quite an old entity. Not that age was an actual factor for digimons, similar to gender, but she had nonetheless experienced innumerable events, many of which had been forgotten by history. Thankfully, there was a brief interruption that bestowed her a couple of additional seconds of contemplation. Their dishes, to her surprise, were finished and arrived promptly. Apparently, the cooking staff had prepared themselves to guarantee apace service. "Splendid." She exclaimed upon beholding her extensive plate. It was a symphony of common vegetables, crisp fries, tender slices of meat and dips. The meal looked as if a whole family was incapable of finishing it, much less the petite sentinel. That did not deter her in the slightest. "Bon appétit, mon ami." She stated kindly before trying out her hearty repast. Utilizing cutlery as it was becoming to a graceful lady, a mix of varicolored ingredients calmly disappeared from view. Of course her table manners were impeccable, not even a hushed moan of savoriness escaping her full maw as she chewed. Stopping briefly to rate the taste, she eventually nodded happily and swallowed. "Mine is simple but exquisite. Yours?" She inquired, considering it proper courtesy to maintain their banter. Speaking of which, the time had come to finally get properly acquainted with one another. "I don't know where to begin, dear. So... why not make this a funny Q&A with a twist? I ask a question, answer it myself, then you give an answer and ask the next question, which you answer first, too. Rinse and repeat to have a fluid dialogue. Sounds agreeable?" She proposed, hoping that this would enable them to learn plenty of the other. "You may start if you wish."[Word: 630 / 4198]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 8, 2020 19:20:30 GMT
Was that a bit too much of a question?
Well, yes, it was unimaginably broad! Cion had to take her time to think about it, perhaps for a minute or two, but thankfully the waitress came back with their meals to help pad out the time. The fennec's dish was certainly homely, but Syre's fit the same theme as well: perfectly fried fish, garnished with dressing and relish, as well as a generous amount of fries and salad to round out the plate. The cat returned a nod to her date, taking a cut out of the fish... and wow, that was good!
A nod was returned to Cion's question, as Syre helped herself to another bite, knife gliding along the plate. "Definitely good. Got to love the fish around here - everything's usually caught same day." The mood was upbeat, and Cion finally came up with a way to start answering that broad question, with a fun way to go about it! "Mm... alright, though I can see what you mean. Coming up with these sorts of questions isn't exactly the easiest thing to do."
Not only that, it had to be something that Syre could answer herself. A few ideas slipped into her head right away, but it was difficult to parse what a good 'first' question might be. Did she want to delve into the personal, or keep the tone light for the moment? "Let's see..."
She decided to start with something 'simple', though for Syre herself, it posed an interesting though: "Well, where are you from? Or, where would you say you're from?" The cat added that qualifier at the end, because she wasn't really sure it would 'fit' for her. "See, for me, I've sort of been bouncing around the ground-level cities of the Digital World - Terminus, Whitewater, and Snowflake. I'd say I spent the most time around Terminus, and its definitely where I've spent the most time - but I 'work' through the mission guild in Whitewater, and recently, the whole family's moved up through Snowflake. I'm thinking of moving back out to Terminus sooner or later... so I guess that's where I would call 'home'?"
Did that make sense? Well, it made sense to Syre, at least. "To put it in fewer words, I'm a 'city girl from Terminus', I guess. How about you?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 10, 2020 21:59:48 GMT
Oh, how truly marvelous this proem of a promising day of bliss was. Both of them had a square, wholesome meal at their disposal - utilized a charming mix of mannerisms and candor to maintain a pleasant atmosphere - could talk about practically anything without reservations - and often their opinions and preferences aligned quite well. It was almost as if uncountable jigsaw pieces just fell into the right places by themselves! Yet the two mammals were distinctly different with their own idiosyncrasies and unique traits. Naturally, this did not hamper their bond. In fact, it were these disparities that kept their relationship intriguing, for they gave them a reason to engage in pleasantries.
While savoring bits of her hearty, opulent dish, Cion attentively listened to Syre as she pondered over a proper beginning for the hopefully amusing Q&A that had been proposed and approved of. Although of course keeping her composure, the silver fennec experienced excitement for this little game of togetherness and curiosity. It was a rarity that she actually got to know a person that she was acquainted with. Even to those she considered her closest friends she felt a certain distance due to a lack of knowledge.
Today however would be unlike previous encounters - and discussing origins seemed like a reasonable approach to their tactful conversation. And though she did not agree with the BlackGatomon's desire to move to Terminus, she respected the fact that it was her decision to make. "The truth is... I'm no fledgling. I had so many homes that I sometimes contemplate what this word means to begin with." She admitted, her gentle voice filled with kindness and earnestness alike. It appeared to be a personal subject to the unassuming fox, but she was evidently willing to respond. She merely needed a moment to formulate her answer.
"I've wandered realms long since forgotten by history. I used to reside in some of them until they faded... for example File Island. These days, I do not have a residence, with the exception of the cockpit of a comrade of mine, an advanced Jetmon. I'm a wayfarer who can be anywhere if need be, though I've entertained the idea of joining my... brother - Owen. He has settled down in the lovely city of Rosewood and works there as a teacher, helping young digimons find their way. It's a nice thought, and it would enable me to be with the family more often. I'm an aunt who takes her responsibilities seriously after all."
It was with a beaming smile of pride and a jest on her lips that she finished her detailed explication. Yet, as it was part of their agreement, her turn had arrived. "You said that you take missions from the guild, yes? Is that the only thing you do, or is there another aspiration or purpose that you strive for, if I may ask?" She inquired kindly. It was possibly a difficult question, but asking would not hurt, correct?
"Since my first day, I've been a do-gooder. I was a rebel, a mercenary, a soldier, a mercenary again... always clashing with wretches for various reasons. When I see people happy, safe and prospering, I simply feel an innermost warmth of elation inside my core. Nonetheless... I at times feel as if I am accomplishing nothing; as if my efforts are in vain. The world changes incredibly slowly, and these days in particular it seems as if the flood of powerful fiends does not want to end. Dark Spires, the D-Reaper, now the Lords... all within the span of a few years..."
Taking in a deep breath, Cion sighed. There was obvious weariness in her words, but also a sense of fervor and passion that was seldom seen. "But I have learned to find contentment in small accomplishments. Solely focusing on the big picture is an unfathomable anguish, even with the best of intentions. I regrettably speak from personal experience. ... I can't change the digital realm by myself, but if I can inspire just a handful to open their heart to others, then I can look towards the future with confidence."
Uuuf... she cuckled slightly nervously. Dear goodness, for a dialogue, this was rather one-sided. Nevertheless, she had done as she wished for others - opening herself up to someone she cherished and trusted to return the amicability. She lived by her philosophy if there was nothing preventing her from doing so. Which was why she wondered what the onyx feline's beliefs and aspirations were.
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