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A Familiar Fondness (Syre | Valentine's 2020 Event)
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 11, 2020 0:33:41 GMT
It was the differences that made this game interesting at all. If they had walked down the same roads, after all, there wouldn't be much point to answering these questions, though it did introduce parts of each of their lives that were foreign to the other. Just as Cion couldn't picture living in the city, Syre would find Rosewood 'kind of plain' and 'too quiet for her liking'. Not bad, of course - there was some charm staying up in that snowy cabin up in Snowflake - but it wasn't her cup of tea.
Taking another hearty bite of her fish, she'd listen intently to Cion's 'origin', as it was. And it was definitely interesting: Cion was another 'ageless', much like K and, to a lesser extent, much like Dr. Mikemon. It did make her curious - if pressed, how many cycles would Cion estimate her age at? Eh, that question was hardly becoming of a lady, even for the brash Syre.
Unlike Dio, Syre wasn't familiar with Owen, the name just getting a passing nod as the cat listened intently to her date. "I could see the allure of being a wayward traveler... though, an AceJetmon? That must be quite the traveling companion." She didn't leave too much to remark to Cion's story, but the cat was nevertheless interested - both in that and the next point she asked. What did she do, besides 'fighting'?
Cion was quick to pick up on that herself. And, unfortunately for the fox, it seemed that her fate was more stained by violence than she perhaps would have liked. She strove for success, but didn't always reach it, and some days it felt like she hadn't accomplished anything at all.
... Syre almost bit her fork at that. That exact feeling of dread was something the cat was quite familiar with. The sheer thought that, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, the world might not even change within a hundred years. Cion's chuckle was not matched with the cat's, that personal pain well-reflected in her expression.
"... If only it were that easy." Those six words spoke more to her own heart about the situation than anything else could have. Cion might have been impressed at Syre's signal before, but there was definitely another side to that: what pushed such a Digimon, a few cycles into her life, to reach mega potential so readily?
... Right, she had to answer the question herself. She took a moment to take a breath, and decided to just answer Cion's question more directly. "Fighting's not the first thing I tried out, no." A positive tone edged back into her voice: "I mean, I was raised with the field club. Tried doing a bit of their research for a bit, but it didn't really click - then dad signed me up for a few classes... oh, and I also did a little bit of journalism with a spirit wielder, Amelie." Past that, though, the cat rolled her shoulders.
"I didn't settle on 'combat' straight away. But when it came down to it, when I thought about what I could do best, throwing my hat in the mission's guild just seemed to fit. Granted, its not just about that: right now, I work with the 'Knights of the Rose', and I'm the patrol for the Eastern Timberlands, for the Knights. So, there's a bit of recon, investigative stuff, and patrol in the area as well."
Not as heavy of an answer, but really, Syre didn't want to sour the mood as much. Though, for Cion to put so much of herself out there at once, it took the cat a moment to consider her next question.
"... Honestly..." the cat gave a sigh, "... This might be a bit out of left field, but why did you sign up for today?" Syre pushed carefully on this question: "For me, well, a good part of its just so that I can have a good day to relax, and not have to worry about all the craziness that's going on. But more than that, I was curious..."
She bit her lip, before biting the figurative bullet. "A few months ago, I had my eyes on someone close... only to find out that she was already taken. Good for her, of course, but it definitely felt like a bit of a kick in the tail at the time. Still, part of me was curious if I could meet someone 'special' out at something like this."
Syre was perhaps a 'bit' worried that this might have felt like treating this date as 'another fish in the sea', but tons of people had first flings and dates, right? It didn't seem too out there! "So, how about you?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 16, 2020 20:02:28 GMT
Cion sighed quietly, taking a couple of seconds to behold the reaction of Syre who, delightfully so, displayed genuine interest in her origin story. Regrettably, not everything about it was cheerfulness. As it was typical in every life, rain occasionally fell between moments of serenity. Her companion, Vertigo the AceJetmon, was a boon, while the desperation that was begotten from the desire to better the world was a bane - apparently one her newest acquaintance was somewhat familiar with.
The sorrow in the onyx feline's expression was evident, but that did not dissuade the silver fennec from having a warm, winning smile on her lips. Chuckling confidently, she nodded firmly and gently nudged the purple gloves enshrouding her claws. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." She expressed almost in jest. Ultimately, there was no point in lamenting their lack of success. Though changing the status quo on a large scale was unfeasible, granting a helping hand during individual crises was nonetheless valuable... and it was of utmost importance that aspirants like them never forgot this.
Attentively listening to the BlackGatomon's response, the unassuming ascendant cleared her throat silently when a particular name was voiced. "Ah, yes. Amelie. A... peculiar girl." She commented with an uncharacteristically neutral tone. Evidently, her relationship with this spirit-wielder was not as radiant as with the black cat. That tournament certainly had left a bad taste in her mouth; figuratively speaking. However, upon hearing from Silence's knighthood, this brief indifference immediately faded for elation. "A true knight. Splendid!"
But now the time had come for the vulpine sentinel to receive the next question. And admittedly, it once again was not too easy to answer. The same went for her date, who explained that she did not only seek to spend a day of amicable bliss and joy. She had a curiosity, or rather a desire... to find a special someone. Smiling softly, Cion did not react antagonistically in the slightest. No - it seemed as if she was appreciating the candor, as she had done before. "Truth be told... my impetus is not unlike yours."
Leaning back into her seat, she took a short break from savoring her simple yet palatable dish. Contemplating an adequate reply, she eventually giggled to hide her uncertainty. "I... was in the same relationship for most of my existence. After it... changed... a few years ago, I was so lost that I secluded myself from everyone, to avoid getting hurt again. But my soul could not sustain this solitude, and it was the care of a cherished friend that enabled me to open myself up once more. I repaired damaged friendships, made new ones... ... and perhaps I too am curious if somebody I truly belong to exists. Maybe that is indeed one reason why I joined this lovely event."
There was, to a certain degree, restraint and tentativeness in the final sentences of her explications. Cion did not wish to be rash, but neither did she have the intention of lying to Syre. Her cheeks twitched faintly as they had done before already, showing that her simper was restrained. She visibly felt a great fondness for the BlackGatomon, but was it a bond of kindred spirits? She did not know yet, which was understandable given that they had bantered but a quarter hour. Nevertheless, potentially there was a chance that something unique was bound to emerged from their interactions.
Anyway, it was probably for the best to switch to a lighthearted subject. Fortunately, such a topic quickly came to mind. "What is your favorite music? I personally am stuck somewhere between the various genres of Metal and orchestral soundtracks. They are so... intense."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 16, 2020 22:37:15 GMT
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained'.
That was a surprisingly optimistic way of looking at the situation, and feeling that touch against the side of her glove, Syre gave a small blink. She wasn't expecting Cion's support, at least not in that moment, but the BlackGatomon did appreciate it. A small smile curled at the edge of her cheek, the cat briefly taking the Arnimon's hand into her own. "Heh... I suppose so."
That moment passed soon enough. Returning to the conversation at hand, Syre's head gave a curious tilt as Cion expressed her thoughts about Amelie. Not the best foot forward in the world? Eh, that probably wasn't worth digging at - some people just didn't click the right way, and so long as it was amicable, the cat wasn't much to pick at those sorts of scabs. She did blush at Cion's compliment, chuckling as she rubbed the back of her head. "Heh, something like that. Not like Luminas would ever consider us at that rank, but..."
Heck, it was something! Syre's next question seemed to put Cion a little more on the back foot. It was similar to the cat's, but clear that it was something of a deeper wound. A long-felt relationship cut short, and now Cion was trying to open up her heart again. It hardly sounded perfect, as if Cion was still trying to figure out how this whole 'relationship' idea worked - but it was about where Syre was as well. And, indeed, it was far too early to know if these two could even fit in the same pot, or if they were just visitors from two entirely different worlds.
So maybe it was better that they switched to more lighthearted, simple topics. Favorite music? At this point, Syre was glad to be pitched something of a softball! "Oh, my... I don't know about orchestral, but I can see the appeal in metal. I'm more into 'rock' but honestly, I don't think I'd be able to tell one artist from another." It wasn't her forte or her focus, but really, it didn't have to be.
Returning to her meal for a moment, Syre considered her next question. It didn't have to be a hard one, but it should at least be an interesting question, right? Syre already asked where Cion was from, and learned that the fox was something as a nomad... actually, hold on the personal questions for a moment, time for a fun one.
"Well, while we're at it, how about... favorite sweets?" Syre gave a shrug at that, but seemed to think the question worked well enough. "Not sure how much of a sweet tooth I have myself, but I find that hard candy's nice when on a long patrol. And... not sure how much its relatable, but I usually keep a few 'Devi Drops' on me for that occasion. Though apparently its sort of bitter if you're not a virus type?"
Honestly, Syre wasn't exactly sure how to describe it. Maybe Cion would be familiar, maybe she wouldn't, but the cat at least enjoyed the banter!
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Post by Cion on Feb 21, 2020 21:18:39 GMT
Truth be told... Cion did not know what warmed her heart more. Was it the sincere smile of appreciation which had manifested itself on Syre's muzzle due to her support, or was it reciprocated, soft touch of her gloved paw as their fingers intertwined. It was a shame that this moment merely lasted for a couple of seconds, for it was among the most beautiful she had experienced in an unfathomably long time. She felt needed and cherished - not by a stranger, but someone she considered, at the very least, a dear friend.
Her core skipped a beat as their hands' embrace ceased. The silver fennec could barely believe how much she had missed this togetherness and the affection it eradiated. Was it the first instance of her current existence that she had perceived this fondness? She was not sure anymore, but whatever memory she had were enshrouded by sorrow and uncertainty. This however was pure and bright, not unlike a full moon piercing a cloudy night sky. Hopefully, this was not the only occasion in which she got to experience this innermost warmth and serenity.
Nodding firmly and casting aside the subject that was Amelie, normalcy returned to their situation and her agitated mind. Chuckling alongside the onyx feline, she rolled her eyes and gently folded her arms. "As I see it, the stances of Lumina's knighthoods are negligible. Their retrograde xenophobia and draconian sense of justice are simply appalling. If they wish to afflict themselves with them inside their own walls then they are free to do so of course... but I have no problem saying 'No, thank you!' " She explained calmly in a slightly tongue-in-cheek way as to maintain their cheerfulness.
With this and personal revelations voiced, the unassuming ascendant was admittedly surprised to witness no reaction from her newest acquaintance. Perhaps the BlackGatomon did not want to add salt to a scarred wound, or maybe she had made similar experiences which led her to prefer willful ignorance. No matter the facts, the decision was naturally respected by the tiny fox. Besides, switching to a set of lighthearted topic, like tastes in music, was probably the better choice anyway. This was meant to be a marvelous day of joy after all!
"Mostly orchestral OSTs, but I enjoy hard rock, too." She kindly commented while her date was contemplating the next question. Fortunately, it solely required another bite from her palatable dish for their conversation to continue. "Devi Drops? Never heard of them, but now I am curious." She stated friskily, Scratching the bottom of her chin for a second, she contemplated the answer she wished to voice. "I do not really have a sweet tooth. Though... there are these special cookies from Earth that are usually consumed around winter solstice and its variety of festivities. I think - yes, they are called Speculaas. Atypically spicy and hearty, but certainly exquisite."
Ah... what a pleasant change from seriousness. Just allowing their souls to dangle and savor each other's presence and that of the restaurant. Although Cion was pleased with getting properly acquainted with Syre, rapidly so in fact, some sereneness did not hurt either. "Okay, I got something interesting. Given that you are an able knight... I wonder what kind of fighter you are. Are you primarily a melee duelist, a sentinel, a vanguard or perhaps a battlefield tactician? Or are you a ranged kineticist or elementalist? Or do you perform an entirely different role?"
Gosh, this was bound to be a fascinating dialogue, right? The restrained Arniomon evidently was eager to share what she was capable of. "In my current form, I am an 'attrionist'. Protecting allies, debilitating foes, moderate yet sustained damage with a handful of unexpectedly devastating attacks - not the best soloist, but I have worked with few teams who have not esteemed my support." She declared confidently, hoping that her brief lack of modesty was not too off-putting. Her date was definitely welcome to revel in her feats as well.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2020 2:43:49 GMT
Indeed, there was a moment of fondness between the cat and the fox here, shared in that brief, mostly unspoken exchange. There definitely could be something, a hint of a spark, a possibility of something more - but this early on, it was hard to tell if they were truly a match, or if it was a feeling spurred by the holiday. Still, Syre already had it in her head that this wasn't going to be a one-time deal. At the very least, she could consider Cion a friend.
A friend with very strong opinions, mind - first with Amelie and now with the whole of Luminas? The fennec was much more outspoken about this, enough to earn a heavy blink from the cat in kind. "Hm... I do know that Luminas had its bad apples and... well, I still wouldn't want to go there as a Virus type and all. But I don't think its fair to say it universally?"
Syre didn't know, but she wasn't about to join in on that laugh. The city was already going through its own upheaval and difficulty, and though there were those definitely stuck in the old ways, such rhetoric was only going to tempt the city to stay in their old ways. Bah, a political discussion wasn't what she wanted to drag herself into - hence switching the topic to candy. The fox didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but apparently there was something Cion had a taste in, a cookie. "Hm... Spehk-u-lahs?" Syre probably butchered the pronunciation - she could handle Japanese fairly well, and even a bit of English and Spanish thanks to Carlos... but Dutch? Syre hadn't heard a Dutch word in her life! "I'll have to look try it at some point! As for Devi Drops... they're pretty cheap, usually you can find 'em in Terminus' market square. But yeah, I warn you, its a 'take it or leave it' kind of thing."
She chuckled at that, her ear flicking at the next question. Ah, now that was something she could get on board with, her fighting style! Cion seemed to be more of a defensive-or-support type - definitely a few destructive tricks with her super mega form, though! "Mm... sounds like it could be a bit taxing, to have to try and support the entire battlefield. As for myself?" Hm, what was the best way to put it?
"... I'll just go with the form I'm most practiced in - Ultimate, as a Sistermon Noir. From your list, I'm more a 'mid-range elementalist' - specifically, a gunner. I stay close enough to be accurate while staying out of reach of my opponent. It can sort of be a support role too... but a lot of opponents just can't deal with a steady, straightforward barrage. The more I can pressure 'em, the more I can figure out how to beat 'em overall."
Syre knew what she was capable of, as well as the limitations of that form - there wasn't a single stutter or loss of confidence in that explanation. She was also trying to get better at close-range to make better use of her more aggressive Mega-level form, which could handle fights all on her lonesome! Taking the time to clear her plate, the cat mulled over her next question for a moment.
... Oh to heck with it - Syre asked something a bit more forward. "Let's see... in the Digital World, where do you think your 'picture perfect' date would be?" The Black Gatomon was definitely having a bit of fun with this question, and certainly had an answer: "For me, I think it would be a few miles out of Whitewater, on a much quieter beach. Not somewhere I would choose to go in general, but..."
She blushed. "Its definitely a picturesque backdrop, just to take in the person you're with."
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Post by Cion on Feb 22, 2020 20:17:23 GMT
Had she... accidentally struck a nerve? Briefly raising an eyebrow, an expression of mirthless uncertainty manifested itself on her muzzle. Cion, though evidently candid, did not have the intention of saddening Syre. Perish the thought! Nonetheless, although her opinion was taken into consideration and partially accepted, misgivings lingered. "Well, I was only speaking about the knighthoods there, but... I see your point. Generalizations are unjust. Still, some cosmopolitanism would not hurt Luminas." She argued kindly and calmly in an attempt to defuse the tension. Was it her trying or chance of subject, her efforts worked.
Amused by the onyx feline's botched pronunciation of the word 'Speculaas', she nodded in appreciation of the information she received. The silver fennec was not sure if she would actively pursue buying 'Devi Drops', nor did she expect this from her cherished acquaintance, but if circumstances permitted it she was willing to test them. But that was a matter for another day. What was far more important, and visibly exciting to the BlackGatomon, was sharing insight into their combat prowess. "Oh, it surely is taxing... but incredibly rewarding, too." She stated confidently, openly proud of her talents and feats.
Listening to her date's explications, the unassuming ascendant got quite a vivid picture of what shew as capable of as a Sistermon Noir. A gunner with elementalism at her disposal was certainly a force to be reckoned with, but likely rather fragile and susceptible to vanguards who applied a lot of melee pressure. Everything had their advantages and disadvantages. The two differences between a neophyte and a master were exploiting the former and overcoming the latter. And the small fox had no doubt that a knight of Syre's caliber was at least training to achieve mastery.
"Splendid." Cion commented with a friendly pizzazz to her voice, delighted by her partner's confidence. Steadily finishing her exquisite dish as well, the vulpine sentinel's ears peaked upon perceiving the next question that was uttered. It was filled with a bizarre yet charming mix of jest, sincerity and implicit fondness. A soft, almost dreamy smile formed itself on her petite muzzle as she released the grip on her deposited cuttlery.
Maintaining her expression for a long moment, not blushing unlike the likeable cat, she eventually chose to respond with utmost genuineness. "It is not the 'where', but the 'who' that is important to me. And, I must admit... thus far, the 'who' is as 'picture perfect' as I could have wished for..." She expressed her feelings with a gentle tone. Leaning slightly forward, her aureate eyes met the amber ones of her date.
"The day is still very young. I had imagined we'd spent our leisure time together... in an arcade, at a funfair or whatever other preferences you have. But the conclusion... the serene tranquility of the distant seaside at sunset - as a backdrop to take in the person I am with... ... ... I should like that very much."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2020 21:15:37 GMT
So Cion was just speaking off the cuff?
Hearing the fennec's answer, Syre considered it for a moment, before returning a nod. Honestly, the cat couldn't blame the Arniomon too much: Luminas had done a lot of foul acts in the past, and it was easy to blame the sentiment of the location of the government more than the people involved. Syre understood that Cion was probably just speaking, in general, about how nasty the knighthood there could be. So, with a note that she could be a bit 'bold' about such statements, the BlackGatomon gave an understanding nod and a small smile, letting that topic simply pass.
It wasn't enough to ruin their date, of course! Between banter about the candy and their fighting styles (Syre returning a grin, showing a bit of fang, as Cion gave that complimenting answer), it didn't take either of them long to reach the bottom of their plates, nor did it take long for the waitress to come back with their check. That would easily be handled between the two of them - which left them to consider what was to come next.
Syre's question had brought a blush to Cion's face, one that was returned as Syre felt a bit of heat on her own cheeks. Her ear flicked as the fox gave her answer - that it didn't matter where, whether it was an arcade, a fair, a theater, or the beach, as much as the who. As Cion leaned in, Syre returned the smile and matched the gesture, letting her hand slip under the fox's own, just taking the moment in.
"Cion..." She gave a silent sigh, the smile staying on her face, as the cat gave a slight nod. "Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting out of today. But... I know I don't want this date to end yet, and I know I don't want this to be our only outing." The cat gave a small smile at that, doing her best not to trip over her words.
"... I think I'd like the beach, with you."
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Post by Cion on Feb 23, 2020 16:47:23 GMT
With previous subject matters no longer relevant, Cion focused entirely on the bond of affection which manifested itself between her and Syre. As both leaned towards the other, dreaminess filling their words and miens, she felt the gentle touch of their paws entwining softly again. What a wonderful sensation this candid fondness was. To her, it was as if she had missed it for eons - a perpetually unsatisfied longing finally contented once more. She did not know how long this feeling was destined to last, but she would undoubtedly savor every second of it. "I feel exactly the same as you do, dear." She declared sincerely as blissfulness appeared on her muzzle in the shape of a rapt, winning smile. Ultimately, as their plates were removed, there was nothing left that needed to be said. Everything was crystal clear to them. Releasing their affectionate grasp, she blithely leapt out of her seat and reached out her hand to the comely feline. "Let us have a day unlike any other... and when the sun passes the horizon, we will be at the shore to witness it together." She stated firmly yet kindly, certain that her date for today agreed with this marvelous idea.
Was it with them holding hands or not, as always respecting the preferences of the BlackGatomon, they leisurely ventured through the endless cobblestone roads of Whitewater. Innumerable buildings of sandstone, limestone and marble were marking their surroundings. Often, they were adorned with colorful ornaments, regardless if they were family home or inviting establishments. The streets, not unexpected for a wintery noon, were not as bustling as at dusk and night - not that the people and tourists bothered the silver fennec. No... she had someone who deserved and claimed her full attention for the entirety of this delightful holiday. Aforementioned temperateness and clarity of the glaucous sky prevailed, granting the ladies the liberty to follow their hearts' desires. Not bound by a schedule, except a single event, they eventually reached and entered a funfair as per their suggestions. While not filled to the brim either, digimons and humans alike were nonetheless already enjoying themselves here. To the unassuming ascendant, this was not a surprise. This carnival was highly professional - a visible contrast from typically threadbare locations, particularly in design and cleanliness. Even for her, this was not something she had expected. She was pleasantly surprised. Walking past uncountable booths as the scents of all-encompassing sweetness caressed their nostrils, they in the end arrived at an attraction that was just the icing on the cake of this amusement. Cion stopped immediately upon beholding the 'Tunnel of Love' ride, with swan boats and everything. "Oh my goodness..." She spoke quietly. Then she started giggling, which turned into chuckling; and as she held a paw in front of her maw, it became frolicsome laughter. Wiping away a figurative tear, she folded her arms and grinned at her partner with unrestrained glee. "Okay, this is a bit clichéd, would you not agree?" She asked rhetorically, expecting the charming cat to approve. Taking a step backwards, she of course gave her the chance to dissent... but it was kind of silly, was it not? Certainly there was huge fun to be enjoyed elsewhere, no? [Word: 544 / 7210]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 23, 2020 22:54:15 GMT
'A day unlike any other'.
Syre might have been skeptical to such a claim about an hour prior, but right now, the cat felt herself in the moment. Syre took the fennec's hand, giving a nod as the two would set out to the city. Between now and the sunset, the two still had a good few hours to burn... but, fortunately, Valentine's day in Whitewater was quite the celebration. Not only did the restaurants have their specials and discounts, but...
... Well, the fair was in town! Between this and the ordinary 'hustle and bustle' of the city, it was clear that this was more to Cion's interests. The pair didn't hold hands throughout, of course - their were a handful of carnival games that the two would likely attempt, to varying levels of success - but it was a pleasant walk for the two of them nonetheless. It was another chance for them to banter, to pick up on a few topics that would just come to mind with the new scenery. And this rather-forward-looking attraction, the 'Tunnel of Love', was just another point for the two to share a laugh.
And laugh they did - Syre's chuckling built up to laughter right alongside her date's own amusement! Admittedly, the two might have caused a bit of a scene - and seeing a few passers-by looking at the two just laughing in the middle of the path, Syre would tilt her head, moving the two to the shade of a planted tree. The cat's laughing had reduced to a chuckle, the feline moving a knuckle to clear a tear from her eye. "Heh... it fits the theme for today, but way too on-the-nose. C'mon this way, I think this'll suit us a bit better." Rather than step onto an unstable boat through a small cruise through darkness, Syre set her eyes on something more practical, and arguably, more appropriate, nearer the pier:
The Ferris Wheel! In the Digital World, the concept would be a bit silly for some - what was the point of it if you could just fly and see the city from above, anyway - but it still remained quite a notable landmark, one that was maintained by Whitewater year-round and adapted to whatever fair was in town. Set near the edge of the city, the amusement ride stretched upward quite a ways, and at its very peak, one could see most of the city, as well as the tamers and the 'mons that walked its streets.
"I've been here quite a few times, but never really had the chance or the reason to go up it." It was clear there was a bit of interest in Syre's voice, and by the way it looked, the two would get a cabin all to themselves, to ride all the way to the top. Similar in form to the one the two had just laughed away, but much more picturesque.
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Post by Cion on Feb 24, 2020 8:35:17 GMT
Naturally, the two beaus did not solely walk during the entire adventure that was Valentine's Day. Occasionally, they held hands to steadily strengthen their bond and feel truly comfortable in performing this act. It was a given that they continued bantering - agreeing on or kindly discussing minor subjects like favorite dishes, colors, bands, locations and similar trivia. Cion visibly enjoyed their conversation greatly and always granted it the lion's share of her focus. Apparently, Syre did the same, which was of course delightful. And even if some games at the funfair were not granting them success, they nonetheless had a spree together.
Their mutual exhilaration did not cease upon arriving at a main attraction that was the 'Tunnel of Love'. Fortunately, the onyx feline agreed that this establishment was quite silly and partook in the laughter. And though the silver fennec did not mind others gawking at their joviality, her partner seemingly did, if only slightly. Not wishing to make a fuss about it, she followed her underneath a tree's leafless crown. "Indeed. And... alright. Lead on!" She declared without hesitation, glad that the BlackGatomon decided to spearhead the next event. And what a marvelous idea it was!
Tilting her head to face the endearing cat, she nodded firmly with her signature soft smile. "Now you have another chance, and an actual reason." She stated confidently, yet gently as to not domineer her. Nevertheless, the interest to savor the Ferris wheel was crystal clear on her mien. Chuckling sunshinily, Cion nudged the side of Syre's shoulder with her own - her easygoing attitude a far cry from her previous gracefulness and mannerism. It was as if she did not feel the need to constantly behave well-mannered anymore. "I'll gladly join in, if you fancy that."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 24, 2020 22:23:53 GMT
"Heh... this sort of thing is much better to share with someone else. Of course you can join in."
Syre returned a smile, leaning into Cion just a bit as the fox butted her shoulder against the cat's own. The two were far more relaxed at this point, able to just joke around and have a good time. Something like this was far closer to the BlackGatomon's normal pace, much closer to her own rambunctious upbringing. It was like she was already familiar with this more 'outgoing' personality of the fennec.
It wouldn't take overly long for the two of them to get through the line, and as directed by a Guardromon, the pair would step into their cabin. Each had two seats, one on each side, as well as one window that would overlook the city and another that would overlook the ocean. Once settled in, and once the machine would close the door, the two would be left alone, the sounds of the fair muted by the compartment's walls
Syre's ear gave a small flick at this, as if that wasn't something she was expecting. For the first few moments, at least, she found herself sitting across from her date, a blush given and an awkward chuckle escaping her lips at that. It was, perhaps, a more intimate space than she first thought - but it didn't take long for the wheel to start turning, and for the two to make their way higher on up. It was a slow rotation - one halted every so often to let another group on or off - but it wouldn't be overly long before the two would be greeted to the sights of Whitewater in full!
Off the south end, the two would have a view of the pier, as well as the vast ocean beyond. From their height, the sunlight from their right would glint right over the azure-and-emerald seas, glittering with the change in its wake. It would just so happen that this image would come just as a Seadramon, fangs latched around a large fishing net, would breach right at the edge of the pier, dropping off its catch in one of the fishing boats off the shore. With a flick, the serpent would dive right back below the wake - and if the two looked further, well, they'd see much of the hustle and bustle of the pier as well, with fresh produce markets as well as more touristy sites.
To the north end was the city itself. Though it was easy to get lost in the number of shops, it was easy to forget just how picturesque the city itself could be. So close to the sea and exposed to the sun, the buildings facing them all maintained a light color, either white, beige, or a light blue, keeping in mind the constant, sunny weather. And as the shadows were cast away from the sea, it left a vibrant, almost serene setting, one that might almost make a tourist forget the rampant city-life underneath. The very park that the two had met on was visible at the peak of the ride, the circular path and the glittering pond in the middle making it catch the eye.
Admittedly, Syre found herself more enthralled with the ocean than the cityscape, her amber eyes catching both the pier and the horizon with interest. "Ah!" And at the ride's peak, Syre's tail flicked with interest, seeing a 'flower' of an island just over the horizon, the very 'Blossom Isles' coming into sight. Rather than just being another 'rock', the island, true to its name, came with a dark emerald leaves and a faint pink of the cherry blossoms, even visible from miles away! "So far out... I've always just thought of that place as a big ol' ocean. Never occurred to me that, well, that place would be so... 'close', I guess!"
Well. 'Close' was a relative term, but still!
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Post by Cion on Mar 1, 2020 21:32:36 GMT
"Splendid!" Cion exclaimed, evidently delighted to have received the permission to join Syre in riding the Ferris Wheel. Smiling blithely upon feeling the onyx feline briefly lean into hear, a hushed sigh of serenity escaped her petite lips. Deep inside, she was glad that the two of them had forged a sincere bond so quickly, for it granted her the certainty that she could relax and relinquish her mannerisms every now and then. Not completely of course, but she preferred coltish banter over constant eloquence. And, not surprisingly so, it appeared her date for today favored this conduct, too.
And indeed it seemed as if it did not take long for the duo to receive a spot on the great attraction. Their cabin, as to be expected, merely had sufficient space for them and nobody else - fortunately so. However, it was somewhat weird to sit opposite to her darling and not adjacent to her. She would have certainly appreciated the latter, but regrettably this was not an option. Oh well... it was an acceptable drawback, and admittedly they had shared windows to lean against if desired. But those were details that did not yet matter.
For a moment, before their small adventure began, the silver fennec once again noticed that faint blush and adorable flick of the BlackGatomon's ears. Their intimate togetherness affected her, which was truly charming. Giggling with glee, she exhaled inaudibly and allowed her aureate eyes to savor the changing view. And what a marvelous sight to behold it was. From here, Whitewater's vices were but a fading sentiment which held no sway. The vast, twinkling ocean - the colorful people that ventured through the city's streets - the flourishing establishments... the beauty was undeniable.
Though it made her wonder... had she been too cynical; too judgmental? Naturally, nothing was perfect, but maybe this place was as ideal as possible. It fostered freedom, harmony among species, the benefits of civilization, cultural growth and so many other aspects she too wished to promote. As they reached the peak of their ride, she nodded, recognizing that she had to not only engage downside, but relish upsides lest she would lose herself in the eternal desperation that was perfectionism. Thankfully, she had a candidly jovial partner to accomplish her change of heart.
Blinking suddenly, the unassuming ascendant had heard the chummy cat's gasp. "Oh?" She herself let out, her gaze swaying in the same direction. It did require a lot of time for her to grasp that Syre had spotted the distant 'Blossom Isles'. Attentively listening to her almost dreamy statement, Cion chuckled and leaned slightly forward. "Sometimes, things which seem farthest are closer than one thinks - perhaps even within reach." She declared confidently yet kindly.
Doubtlessly it was easy to recognize that her assertion was an allegory for far more than just a faraway island. Softly, she smiled at her cherished date.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 2, 2020 2:14:53 GMT
Whether it was across from or next to her date, the fact remained that this space was quite intimate compared to the walk across the pier, or even their meal back at the dniner. Thankfully, Cion took Syre's awkwardness in stride, and the changing scenery outside soon distracted from the awkward nature of it all.
Syre found herself enraptured by the sight of the sea, and that little island just over the horizon. It didn't take long for Cion to crowd in around that window as well, the cat and the fox admiring that gem in the distance. Between the sight of that and the sparkling ocean... well, Syre might have forgotten where she was for a moment, what the two were here for. As Cion spoke, Syre's ear gave another flick, and for a few moments longer, the cat simply stared right out towards the sea...
... Before she felt a blush tinge at the end of her cheeks, just in that moment processing what Cion was trying to say. The cat was somewhat taken aback by it in that moment, but her expression would quickly be replaced with a grin, and she'd swing an arm up, giving a hearty grip over the back of Cion's shoulders, resting the side of her head up against the fox's. It was a very feline display of affection, giving the fennec a small nuzzle, lightly tightening the grip of her claw to give an idea of how 'in reach' the fox was.
"Sheesh - I'm sure you already know this, but you got quite a way with words, Cion." Syre would tease right back, enjoying the few more moments they had at the top of the ride. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before their turn at the top was over, the ride down bringing them back to the city at hand. And as the two would get off the ride, Syre would almost naturally feel her hand curl right around Cion's, a pleasant nod given to the Guardromon as the two would move back into the streets.
... This was nice. Finally given a moment to reflect on the highs and lows of the day, Syre couldn't help but feel a smile plastered across her lips, and a light blush across her cheeks, as she looked over to Cion from the corner of her eye. Brief as her foray into romance was with the Meicoomon before, the BlackGatomon was still concerned that she'd never have this sort of feeling again... and yet here she was, with someone who was just a family acquaintance at the start of the day. There was a lot more that remained to be seen, and many parts each didn't know about the other.
But Syre felt this was the start of something more.
"... Cion, um..." Syre stammered with her words. "Well, we'll exchange numbers and hammer the details out, but I would like to invite you up to Snowpoint, for, um, 'next time'. My family's got the cabin up there and, well, we can cook, or we can see the sights... or just play games and chat about stuff."
She smiled, her words more certain for this last bit:
"If everything goes well, I definitely want to do this with you again, next year."
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Post by Cion on Mar 2, 2020 17:27:25 GMT
Attentively, Cion observed Syre's reaction to her implicitly romantic statement; mostly to assure that she had not overdone it again. From what she had witnessed thus far, she had expected another blush, an impish chuckle or a moment of merriment - or said trio in unison. However, the big grin was not something she had anticipated, nor the sudden, firm grip digging into her shoulder blade. Gasping quietly, it was as if she was in stasis as the onyx feline relinquished all reservations and approached her to... caress her.
Blinking, the silver fennec felt her partner's soft cheek gently leaning against hers. Their stances lingered for a couple of seconds, until the BlackGatomon decided to reveal her true feelings. She nuzzled her. Not knowing what to say or think, the small fox savored this minute of intimate togetherness. A thousand thoughts started to rage inside her fissured mind and soul, but eventually, once she had made her decision, they ceased for good.
Closing her aureate eyes, the unassuming ascendant gladly returned the mellifluous gesture of affection. Fondly displaying what she desired, the comely cat would quickly learn that cajoling was also an act that vulpine, lupiform and canine mammals were distinguished at. And as she sensed her date's warm, subtle breath whizzing past her sensitive fur, a wonderful sensation began to manifest itself within her every fiber. At first, it were pins and needles that tickled her furred skin. Soon, it changed into an all-encompassing, innermost warmth.
And it was in this personal event of serenity that her perpetual concerns vanished. The void that had scarred her heart for years filled itself with something she had not experienced in her current existence. In fact, she had forgotten it entirely - true fondness for a special someone. Yet she had never stopped yearning for it. The forlorn sentinel, if only for an instance, remembered what it actually meant to deeply care for somebody, and what it meant to be cared for. It was quaint that it required but a touch for her to recognize this, but no words were able to describe the elation she relished.
"I... have my moments." She responded with a dreamy tone to her voice. Evidently, she was not bothered by the tightened grasp, nor the sentence that was designed to tease her. Their caress was far too beatific for her to be affected. And though it was indeed unfortunate that their intimacy was bound to cease, she would make sure to forever remember and esteem it.
Honored and delighted to perceive her fingers intertwine with Syre's, Cion's whole aura seemed to have gone through a change. Occasionally, there was a skip in her steps, and her rapt, winning smile did not fade from her muzzle. There were no restraints, no poise and no self-composure inhibiting her anymore. She was ecstatic - a state few had seen her in. Fortunately, an individual who was of great significance was the first to witness it.
As they reflected on the many highs of their marvelous if young day, the Arniomon's gaze sometimes swayed to behold the cheer that was visible on her companion's lips. It was so good to see that their sentiments were mutual. Naturally, there remained a lot the two needed to do and discuss, but she was not afraid to do so. They had all the time of the digital realm to do so... and what mattered the most was that they were happy with their relationship, regardless of what form it was destined to assume.
"I thought we had already arranged another meeting. But sure. I'd be happy to exchange numbers, and meet you at your home in Snowflake... for fun. Just let me know when and I'll be there." She responded kindly and appreciatively. However, the final declaration of the BlackGatomon made the fennec pout coltishly. "I have to wait a whole year? Geesh..." She let out, folding her arms in the process. Although in the end, that astute grin appeared anew to signify that she was merely bantering. "Fine. A lady has to be patient, right? It's a virtue after all."
Chuckling, she nonetheless believed that keeping things to chance was a mistake. Hence, as she turned to scan their environment, she realized that they were surrounded by innumerable Carnival booths which involved unfair games and mediocre prices. "But in return, before we visit the beach, I want to do something that humans typically do at funfairs - earn a memento for their partner. It's usually the male winning a price for the female, but you know... digimons and gender, eh? Anyway, I want that oversized, pink bunny plush toy over there. So better prepare yourself- oh, and pick a keepsake, too."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 3, 2020 0:48:54 GMT
Was this too much?
Syre did feel it for a moment, perhaps a moment of hesitation from her date as the BlackGatomon dared to step so close... but it seemed that the cat's fears were misplaced. It didn't take the Fennec long at all to simply melt into that embrace, the fox's cheek rubbing against her own as Cion returned that nuzzle. For perhaps the first time, the cat found herself truly close to someone. Their embrace was warm, their words quiet and dreamy, the two simply lost in the moment for those several seconds.
Oh, but it had to come to an end. The ride moved on, and the two would once more be about in the streets of the fair, though the tone of their date had definitely changed. Whereas before the two were talking pleasantries and what they liked about the town, the two had truly grown comfortable with each-other, enough to keep the other in sight, a smile curled at the edge of Syre's lips. The cat was truly blissful, her guard down just as the Arniomon's was. Another date between the two was sure to come!
"Mm, sounds good. I can't imagine it'll be too far away." As for waiting a 'year', Syre couldn't help but chuckle for that. "Heh. Every day can't be Valentine's day, the same way not every day could be Christmas or any other holiday! But I'm sure we'll find ways to entertain ourselves in the meantime."
Past that? Well, Cion was quick to remind Syre that this was still a fair - with so many unfair games, expensive-looking prizes locked behind long odds, and carnival workers ready to swindle the players out of their money! To that, Syre couldn't help but give a small laugh! "Alright, deal. But in the spirit of these fairs, I reserve the right to fail spectacularly and have it be the joke of the evening when I'm only able to get a small stuffed brown bear or something."
She'd chuckle, and give a flick of her tail, the black ring on the end vanishing as Syre took her level down one stage. Partially to keep the games somewhat more consistent, and partially so gigantic monsters wouldn't end up blowing gigantic holes through the pier itself while trying to win these prizes, most attractions were limited to participation for rookie levels. Ordinarily, Syre would have picked out a game she had some aptitude at - maybe a rock climbing wall or something similar - but Cion had already picked the game at hand.
And that was the good ol' throwing baseballs at a stack of milk jugs! The price was for three balls, but to get the prize that Cion wanted, the entire stack would have to go down with one throw - and Syre knew it was more than likely that one or two were going to end up standing from the bottom row. That's how they were weighted, after all!
And most would aim dead at the bottom, practically guaranteeing leaving the corner ones up... Spinning the baseball in hand, the self-proclaimed sharpshooter would briefly look over its target - and would aim to hurl that baseball right for the middle, at the top of the row, between the neck of two bottles. And with the throw - the bottles would fling off to both sides, the entire bottom row clearing out!
... Only for the very top bottle to come slamming down, quivering on its edge before landing upright! Looking aghast for a moment at this misfortune, Syre couldn't help but give a laugh! "Oh, no freaking way, really!" How unlikely was that!
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