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Business as usual [Mikemon]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 4, 2020 2:36:45 GMT
"Tch..."
Herald, well, she wasn't exactly making this easier for either of them. Mikemon was already on knife's edge, and her carefree attitude about all of this wasn't serving to alleviate the situation for him. Her eyes narrowed on Herald, giving an ever-so-brief scan of her data, before he'd simply spit off to his side.
"It explains a lot for you, maybe - but I don't have to like a single bit of it. And yes, that hero was my wife, Heramon." His eyes narrowed, as if glaring daggers towards the bloody goat. "The past is the past. Its just 'Doctor' to you - nothing more, nothing less." His past as Greed wasn't something that he was going to let casually slip out here. Perhaps Herald would fill Skald in later, perhaps not.
For now, his attention returned to the odd Renamon. Anger still ruled his visage at the moment - he would take the time to stand up straight, and take a deep breath. Slowly, the tension left his body, the feline leveling himself out. "He's not the sorcerer... merely his tool. Wisemon's not coming back." And he gave a slow breath out.
"For what its worth, I'm relieved, 'son'. Believe it or not, I'd... rather not spill the blood of my kin. If I can avoid it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2020 2:47:44 GMT
Herald tilted her head a little bit, that grin slightly spreading as she felt the tingle of his gaze on her. It wasn’t too unsurprising to see her laced in dark area nonsense. There was bits and pieces of servitude to greater powers in her blood but the question was did she do the serving? Or her parents? It was too faint to really tell from just a glance.
”Oh don’t be such a downer. Look. There’s no reason to be mad about all of this. He isn’t doing anything wrong here. Nor is he doing anything to you or your family. In fact it’d behoove all of us to… work together in a semblence. Maybe not directly. But tit for tat my dear Doctor.”
The goat smiled warmly and surprisingly that warmth reached her eyes easily. It wasn’t a veiled threat or promise. Simply truth which was far far far more worrying. She didn’t push the issue with his past what-so-ever. In fact if he didn’t want to talk about it she wouldn’t!
The renamon on the other hand stared at his apparent ‘father’. Silence had taken him for the moment and he wasn’t sure what to say. Hearing that he was just a tool from the sorcerer… Well it didn’t really assure him. He’d growl out a single word from that relieved sounding statement.
”Satisfied?”
His ear flicked and he’d snort turning his head to one side before spitting on the ground. Hearing ‘son’ of all things gave him a really bad taste in his mouth.
”Kin? Kin. Kin? Son? No. You’re no father of mine. You weren’t there for my struggles, you weren’t there to guide me when I woke. You didn’t come when I cried into the night and begged for purpose. When the mafia tried to carve their pound of data from me. You weren’t there when I almost died. You don’t get to call me that.”
Herald frowned a little bit and sighed, rubbing at her temples before turning to leave. She didn’t have the patience for all of this. She really wanted a drink before it got too late.
”Oh for fucks sake… I’m going to get a drink. You two can hash it out here.”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 4, 2020 3:23:57 GMT
"..."
... Was Skald really going to put it like that? Mikemon didn't seem phased, his heart didn't waver as his 'son' pleaded out for help - asking to give him purpose, or even be there when the damn mafia left him on his deathbed. If that was how the Renamon wanted to see him, fine:
"If insulting me makes you feel better about your own weakness, fine. But faulting me for your own shortcomings isn't going to move you an inch in the underworld." The cat sighed - and started to walk forward, putting his cloak up to move past Skald. "You could have done a lot more. But if you're going to decide that I'm the problem - that the world is the problem - then you have a lot more growing up to do than I thought. Take this to heart, son."
Walking past Skald, he'd give the Renamon a glare from the corner of his eye.
"The world gives you exactly what you put into it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2020 3:32:46 GMT
He was going to put it like that. He had lacked guidance and had to make his own decisions and his own place for himself. He had to fight for every inch of ground. The renamon’s hands clenched and he’d growl as the mikemon started to move past him.
“Make me feel better? No. It does nothing for me. It wasn’t even an Insult. What is an insult is you trying to force a connection where you don’t feel one. Tell me. If I’m of her do you feel any love? Do you feel any desire or want? Or is it just disgust?”
The renamon turned his head and flicked his ears as the mikemon told him; how he could of done a lot more. How he had decided that he was the problem, that the world was the problem. He had to grow up, but the renamon-x felt himself growling a bit more.
“I could of done a lot more? Like what exactly? Open a nursery? Pursue doctrines? Try to make my way in the world rather than change it for the better?”
The world gave exactly what he put into it. The renamon-x’s expression darkened and a hand would shoot out to roughly try to turn the mikemon around. He refused to let the other just walk away from this after a stunt like that!
“Fine. You want to know the scheme? You really want to know what I’m up to so badly?”
The renamon-x glared down at the mikemon; there was clear anger on his face and his hands clenched tightly at his sides. He didn’t look like a lost child, he looked like someone that was sick of how things were.
“Terminus. That’s the ‘scheme’. There’s no simple way to approach it and it’s the heart of the digital world. You change this place you change everything. Change the very sickness that’s clutching at the heart of everything. If you want to know more go inside of the bar and give me a minute to think. If not you can go back to your family and forget that I existed. It’d be better for the both of us that way honestly.”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 5, 2020 0:07:55 GMT
"If I’m of her do you feel any love? Do you feel any desire or want? Or is it just disgust?”
"..."
Mikemon didn't respond. Not one way or another... but at that moment, there was a twinge, something stirring in the feline's heart. He flicked his ear, the ranting of that black fox fading lightly in the background as he walked on by. It wasn't the words directly, but at that moment, he felt a different pair of eyes settling on his back. The sharp, azure gaze of that heroic Renamon, looking right over his shoulder, peering right into his heart.
... As Skald's hand grasped around the cat's shoulder, he found that he wouldn't turn around fully. The doctor looked over his shoulder, his disapproving stare continuing as Skald spoke of the sickness in Terminus. He... he couldn't agree to his terms. But for that moment, he clearly felt it: this wasn't about the plan. Not about Skald's own drive, his own efforts... but this was him truly reaching out, heart to heart, defiant at the father who didn't even think to give him a connection.
The cat gave a sigh, turning his head as he shook his head. "You're a lot like me, kid. Stubborn, headstrong, and thinks they know more than everyone else around them. I'm not going with you... but I'm not going to pretend that there's only two sides to this."
He didn't smile, but he no longer raised his voice. There was no yelling, no threatening, no scolding - the cat spoke frankly and honestly, connecting for the first time to this other Digimon.
"You want me to be a father? Fine." His eyes met his kin's. "Then I will let you do as you will, and hope against hope that you figure it out on your own. But if it doesn't - if you find that this city turns against you, and there's nothing more you can do? Then come to Snowflake Village."
He took a step, slipping away from Skald's arm. "We won't ask questions, we won't care what you or your sister had done before. I'll welcome you both with open arms, into the family."
With that, and without another word, he'd step away, flicking the hood back up over his head.
... Is that what you would want, K?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2020 1:40:29 GMT
Skald wasn’t expecting the mikemon to be swayed, he wasn’t trying to sway him even. There was something that was making him reach out; something he didn’t understand or fully know. It felt like a weakness. Something he had no idea how to deal with. He felt his spirit darken a little bit as he found that emotion that connected him to the one in front of him revolting.
But then the other spoke. His voice was even and it was disarming. His hand eased back and the renamon looked down at where he had reached out without a thought. What was he trying to do. He’d flick his ears as the other gave him what he wasn’t expecting. A place to go to if this all went wrong. That wasn’t something that he could do. He’d open and close his mouth as though trying to say something. Trying to figure out how to address this.
In the end the mikemon would walk away from a flabbergasted fox who was just left standing near his own garden. He felt his shoulders sag and he’d just shake his head slowly. It wasn’t that easy. He’d be at this for years and years and years… Until he made this city change for the better. Skald turned and went through the garden to the door that led inside.
”Yeah right…”
Was all he could manage here; all that he could address the mikemon with. He didn’t feel any connection, nothing here. But something was making his heart soften around this mikemon, making him open up and he needed to find out why.
With the two apart and the mikemon likely figured his business concluded. Were he to leave he’d find that there was some soft clicking behind him. Eventually a voice would speak up; it was that of the heramon’s. It was soft and not very aggressive. Confident and sweet; nothing false about it. Which was probably something worrying beyond belief.
”You know it’s never going to happen right? His story isn’t about redemption.”
There was a soft pain to those words; a soft but undeniable acceptance that there would never be anything else. She loved her brother and she loved the fact that they could go against the system but… She had seen him hurt time and time again.
”But that’s not what you want to hear. That’s probably something you already knew when you met his eyes. Like how I knew I’d be working with him the first time we met.”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 6, 2020 0:09:51 GMT
This was fine.
He didn't expect Skald to want to talk to him, or even to give him a word as he left. The doctor was set to just turn the block, open a portal, and make his way well out of the city - which was what he would have done, if he didn't hear the distinct sound of hooves tapping against the pavement behind him. About half a block down the road, as Herald finally spoke up, the cat would stop.
"..."
He listened to what the sister had to say. But he didn't agree - not about that second part, anyway. "He's in a difficult place right now."
Slowly, the cat would turn, resting his hands in the pocket of that cloak. "I understand this much. The world's wronged him, and he sees it as himself against everyone not on his side. The way he looked at me, I don't think he knows why I made that invitation in the first place. But... its what he needs to hear."
"Because that's not what the world is." The cat sounded confident in that. "He's been hurt and he's been blinded to it - he thinks he'll be the one to fix everything. I'm a doctor, I've seen a lot of wounded heroes and 'mons alike thinking that was the only way forward. But if you stop, and take a step back, well..."
He smiled, and turned, continuing to walk away.
"This world is beautiful."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 4:55:16 GMT
Not everything needed to be put into words. Not everything needed to be addressed. The feelings and the history of one another didn’t always need to come to light. But sometimes things didn’t work like that. Sometimes someone did need to speak up. The heramon tilted her head slightly and flicked her ears. She looked curious what the other would say. What they would do.
”He’s always been in a difficult place. From the start to this. It’s not a surprise that he reacted the way he did. His family are the people that helped him and the people that he feels the closest to. A few others other than myself are in this list. Can you really hope to make such an impact just… showing up like this and offering him peace?”
Herald shifted; her tone was soft and curious. She was legitimately curious here; she wanted to know the mikemon’s reasonings. He seemed to think that he was against everyone. He wasn’t. He was against the system. Not someone who had stepped away from it all. She’d sigh softly as he explained what was what.
Hurt. Blinded. Wanting to fix things. Being able to step back was a luxury he could ill afford. The heramon shook her head slowly.
”Let me tell you something about your Dear son. The world did wrong him. He came here hoping to make change, hoping to help the people around here. Hoping to help the dregs and those down on their luck that the world had turned their backs on. He made steps, he bled and fought for the bar back there. Not everyone is on his side, in fact only a handful are. He looked at you because not only did your offer seem foreign to him… but it was insulting his efforts. Telling him that failing didn’t mean death, it meant a fate worse than it.”
She’d fold her arms and sigh as the mikemon started to walk away. She knew the sort. She knew this type. They were enraptured with the digital world because they were able to see something others couldn’t.
”The world is more than Beautiful Doctor. Or ‘Father’ if I’m to be so bold. It’s gorgeous, absolutely enrapturing. It’s a massive puzzle that gets put together slowly over time. But he can’t see that. He can only see the pain. The pain here and the pain that other people endure. He’s no hero. He’s no villain. He’s what the city needs to invoke change. He isn’t looking to rule, he isn’t looking to destroy it. He’s looking to fix a simple problem for mons. To fix a system that’s horridly corrupt. What he needs from you mikemon is more than a supportive place to go to.”
She’d draw a small breath and sigh again; she’d give it a slow shake.
”Don’t walk out on his life and wait for him to come to you. It won’t help him any and it’ll make him only more bitter. Be there. Give him advice. Be strong for him. If you really care for him or want to try to help him. Just… Do that. If not you likely will never see him again. His failure to him would mean death. For it would be far kinder.”
The heramon turned to glance at the bar, figuring that the mikemon would blow her off and she’d just start walking away. There was something she wanted to say; she knew vaguely about his reputation as a lord. She had heard of the one that had run away… But she didn’t know it was that doctor. It kind of put things into perspective.
”What would he even do if not this?”
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Feb 9, 2020 1:24:09 GMT
Skald really had Herald around his finger, didn't he? Whether it was the goat's heartfelt belief or the Renamon's manipulation, one way or another, she seemed set on keeping him right down the path that he was on.
... So much so that Mikemon couldn't stay silent.
"He looked at you because not only did your offer seem foreign to him… but it was insulting his efforts. Telling him that failing didn’t mean death, it meant a fate worse than it."
"Don't decide what he thinks." The doctor gave a low growl in response - but Herald just didn't get it. She suggested that this city was corrupt, that it needed to change, and that Skald would be the force to change it. Worse, she still thought there was a chance the doctor would help?
"He's his own 'mon, Herald. I'm not going to help him with something I don't believe in." The cat wasn't blowing Skald off - he offered everything he could, and then took it even a step further. His offer was still out there.
... It just remained to see if Skald was going to ever take it.
[Exit]
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