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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2020 21:18:40 GMT
It wasn’t a surprise to her that no one had taken up her postings in the local guilds. That no one wanted to trek out this way and help the fledgling town of meicoomon’s and their varying digivolutions. It was a place that many would feel beyond uncomfortable in. But those jobs still needed attending to. They still needed able bodies.
Guard duties, patrols, protecting trade routes.
There was even a few where it was escorting some of the youths to and from classes. Given that they had a habit of wandering off and getting lost. The PreMeiAvengemon leaned back in her chair and stared out of the window. Her claws rested heavily on the desk and she couldn’t help but watch the rain come down outside. Practically a torrential downpour; something she was glad she didn’t have to be in.
That being said the small village needed someone to go on and about anyways. She’d cycle through the jobs she had put up wondering to herself which one would be appropriate for her to handle. As the guard captain of sanctuary she couldn’t just go out and handle everything. She had to delegate some things.
Some of these jobs were also nasty, dealing with bandits or feral digimon making their homes a little too close to where sanctuary had been forced to crop up. So of course attacks would happen here or there as they wanted this place to be gone.
Pops really gave me a whole mess to organize huh?
She’d frown grimly at the thought of the leomon and shook her head; no point in thinking about him. No point in bringing him up to the others. They didn’t need to know she wasn’t like them; just some clone that had been used and abused for some scientist. No she had a real family that had decided she didn’t belong to it.
Hearing her desk phone ring the PreMeiAvengemon leaned to pick up the phone; wondering who it could be. With her not saying a thing [as was usual] the voice on the other line told her that someone was here regarding one of her contracts. Hearing that she’d flick her claw twice against the ‘speaking’ end which signified ‘send them in’.
Now all she had to do was hook up a usb port to her tablet so that she could talk to this person… Once they came in of course! She’d sit back up and curiously look to the double doors that would let whomever came into her office! Thankfully it was a simple place; with only a desk, some pictures and a chair or two for guests!
Lets just hope it’s not that numemon again…
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Post by Kitt on Jun 23, 2020 5:08:07 GMT
After spending some much needed time at ICY Fate’s Foretres with Eris and Logane, and at Terabyte Mountain with Ophelia, Cassie, Laertes and their parents, Kitt was rested up and ready to see what the day had to offer. He was in a rather good mood despite there being a downpour, but nothing that his blue waterproof hoodie couldn’t handle. It had been awhile since he wore his old attire, ever since Eris made his current outfit, but he’d figured he would wear it again for old times sakes. Besides, he held a lot of sentimental value to it, so much so that it’s basically his security item.
He went into one of his pouches on his belt and took out a juice box and sipped from it as he walked into the small village. This place was unfamiliar to Kitt. It was outside of Terminus, yes, but not a village he’d heard about: it was a village entirely populated by Meicoomons. It was kind of weird since his white fur made him stick out like a sore thumb, but as long as nobody paid too much attention to him, it was fine.
Spotting what looked like the building that was described in the contract, Kitt entered in, showed the desk assistant the contract he’d taken up, along with the client’s name, Sixer’s, and patiently waited. It was kind of off that Kitt was by himself. He’s usually with either Eris, Ophelia, or Kenny and Skadi. It felt...strange to say the least. But at the same time, he wanted to see how capable he was by himself, without any guidance.
After a little wait, the desk assistant told Kitt that he could come into the office. Opening the door, he saw what looked like a Meicrackmon with some kind of cybernetics. That must be Sixer.
“Hello?” He called out nervously. He wasn’t good with introducing himself, allowing others to do it for him since he had a habit of stumbling with his words. “M-my name is Kitt. I’m with KIZNA. I’m here regarding one of your contracts. I’m the one who took it up...if that’s ok with you.” Kitt bowed politely, hoping that his introduction was acceptable to the Digimon.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2020 11:40:31 GMT
Sixer didn’t know the mon that she was looking at here; a spadamon of some kind wearing a blue hoodie. It was rare seeing spadamon variants given that they were rare to begin with. With only one or two of note in the digital world. If memory served this individual helped out with the mess in rosewood a few weeks ago.
Someone she wasn’t expecting at her front door; someone that she knew could handle the various tasks she had on her desk. The same tasks that the meicoomons and meicrackmons of her employee couldn’t. Not because they didn’t want to but because they’d make a mess of things or be too obvious in one way or another.
Sixer stood up as the other entered, she was hunched in this form due to some strain on her core but she was still much taller than the other. She’d step around her desk, the massive pistols that were her lower legs clanking against the wooden floor. One of her hands held the tablet that had some text scrolling across it. Her own greeting due to her unfortunate muteness.
Hello there Kitt. I am Sixer.
I’m perfectly fine with you taking up the contract, all of them are available still. Not many wish to work for sanctuary due to the nature of my people.
She would have offered him a hand to shake but him bowing made her realize that some places had different cultures. So she’d look at her hand and after debating what to do… well. She’d offer it anyways!
It’s a pleasure to meet you; which contract were you interested in?
The meicrackmon variant shifted her weight and looked back to the desk; there was a handful of stacks to go through with each contract having a swath of information regarding it. From dealing with bandits to escorting her young to their various studies. If sixer was something it was thorough.
I’m more surprised that I have you knocking on my door.
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Post by Kitt on Jun 23, 2020 13:30:39 GMT
Kitt briefly examined Sixer as she stood up from her chair. She was fluffy, but rather frail in appearance, almost anemic in a sense. She was hunched over, but still towered over him. His ears twitched as the giant pistols that served as her legs clanked against the wooden floor. Kitt began to ponder: was she born this way, or did something happen to her that required those limbs?
She held out a tablet to him, to which Kitt took to read. It was a greeting. Huh, so Sixer couldn’t talk. No matter. As long as she had a form of communication, it was alright with Kitt—just a new experience to get used to.
Even though he’d already bowed to her, Kitt still took her hand either way to return the formality. He was familiar with the usual handshake greeting, but he’s so used to bowing that it became the norm to him. Nevertheless, he continued reading until he was finished.
He then looked on the Meicrackmon’s desk; there was a plethora of contracts that he could take, from dealing with bandits, feral digimon that made residence too close to this village, escorting young Digimon to their classes, guard duty, to simple patrolling. Kitt mused it over, humming to himself until he thought of an assignment that was best suited for him.
“If.. it’s ok,” he said with the faintest hint of nervousness, “I would like to do the patrolling contract, please? I think it would best because since we’re going around the village, we can see if others need help with something, or stop bad Digimon from causing havoc.”
Kitt tilted his head. “And uhm...what did you mean that many don’t want to work with you and your people? Am I really the first to accept one of your contracts?” He paused, taking his hood off and straightened out his long hair. “Seems really mean to just shove you guys down the bottom barrel.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2020 13:42:44 GMT
Sixer felt the eyes of the other on her; likely taking in all the strangeness of her form. Sure she was fluffy, frail and decked out in cybernetics but not everyone had also seen a meicrackmon or meicoomon. Others likely had never seen an avengekidmon either so… There was that to deal with as well. She’d hold the tablet firmly as the other read it; thankful that she had this device to communicate with others. Some of the cyborgs here she didn’t need to talk to. They shared a similar data stream if they were plugged into something together or close to one another.
She’d give the spadamon’s hand a firm shake and squeeze as was custom before going over to the desk. Leaning against it; her eyes taking in the various contracts. She’d flick her ears as kitt spoke up. He wanted to do the patrolling contract? She’d gingerly reach over to the pile containing that very contract and would pick through the papers until she had it. Once more she’d pass him the item to read, it explained the patrol routes that would need to be taken and the varying spots to check.
It’s a fairly lengthy patrol so you certainly will be able to check in with the various mons. Given the downpour I doubt we’ll run into the issue of someone attacking or the like but… Never hurts to be prepared.
She’d pause and flick her ears again; he seriously didn’t know what people had against her kind? Or rather what they had against the clones that were made for a singular now gone purpose? The meicrackmon variant rubbed at her neck and pushed off of the desk.
A lot of people have problems with meicrackmons and their prior digivolutions. Mostly for their hunger and vicious nature. With so many in one place it’s hard for people to feel safe taking jobs here. It’s not so much mean as it is just to be expected. Most of the meicoomon and meicrackmon here are clones save for a handful. So their programming makes it difficult for them to live normal lives.
The MeiAvengemon shrugged and worked to put the other papers off to the side; they would likely remain there until someone else took the jobs. There was a lot of bits t o be made in sanctuary and a lot of things to be done. There was even construction and various repairs but for someone like kitt would that really garner interest?
But honestly; you being the first one makes me a bit happy. Even if spadamon’s are distant cousins to meicoomons this should help everyone seeing an outsider actually being here for once. Do you want something to eat before starting this patrol or should we just get to it?
This place had a large stockpile of food that was constantly growing and shrinking given the voracious appetite meicoomons tended to have. The higher level clones even more so as they were unable to de-digivolve...
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Post by Kitt on Jun 26, 2020 4:59:53 GMT
Taking the tablet from Sixer again, Kitt began to read it once more. Looks like patrolling around the village would be a long assignment since there were lots of routes to be taken. That was fine by him. It just means there’ll be lots of Digimon to help out. Reading further, he gave a quiet sigh of relief that they probably wouldn’t be running into any bandits trying to attack the village due to the heavy rain shower. Unless they had armor as durable as a Craniamon, or the endurance of a Raidramon, they wouldn’t leave without getting the sniffles in the process.
His ears twitched when he read the reason why barely anyone wanted to work Meicoomons. That reason being that when most of them evolve, they become power-hungry and viscous. Kitt gave an inquisitive frown. “But...as a Meicoomon yourself, don’t you hate being labeled like that?”
He twiddled his fingers as he thought some more.“I hope I’m not imposing too much into this, m’ama. But...yeah, I guess there are a bunch of bad apples, but that doesn’t mean every Meicoomon, including yourself, should be treated like that, or have a label. It’s just...wrong, and it shouldn’t be like that.”
“...Ah, s-sorry for rambling like that.” The Spadamon’s mannerisms and cognition seemed pretty advanced for a young Digimon at least. Definitely the open-minded type.
Kitt was glad to read that Sixer was happy he was here, his tail holding itself up high. Even though she claimed that the majority of Meicoomons were somewhat evil, she was extremely nice, so nice that she’d offered him food before they departed. As generous as that offering was, Kitt declined, shaking his head.
“T-thank you for the offer, but I’d already had lunch before coming out here.” he said. “And thank you for accepting me on this mission. I promise I’ll give it all I can, Sixer-sama!” He smiled softly. Once they were all set, he followed the Meicrackmon’s lead, eager to begin.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2020 4:37:29 GMT
Sixer shifted from one ‘foot’ to the other; she wasn’t nervous or worried around this other mon. He was well known right? Knew what he was doing? He’d pick the jobs that he felt were right for him and he’d know what to do given any situation they’d probably run into. The local bandits would probably not attack during today anyways and the heavy rain also meant some of the trade routes would… well. They wouldn’t really have to worry!
She’d tilt her head a bit as hearing him ask that question. Did she hate being labeled like that; she’d blink a few times. Looking somewhat at odds for a moment before shrugging. She didn’t feel strongly about that either way. It was just how things were to her. Maybe when she was still an idol working under her father she would have lamented the fact but…
Honestly I don’t have strong feelings about it either way. It doesn’t affect what I have to do, just how I go about things and what resources are available. The fact that I was able to procure someone like yourself just means I should be a little more aggressive towards the mission guild.
The mixed meicrackmon almost laughed and he’d tilt her head as hearing him continue on. That a few bad apples shouldn’t mean the rest of them are bad; she’d tap at her facemask somewhat thoughtfully and eventually shrugged along with him.
Look Kitt, you’re not imposing anything on me. I appreciate the sentiment and thoughts of that but reality is we were dealt a bad hand. One that I have to deal with. I’m glad that i have the resources I do and if I can expand them with people like yourself then not all hope is lost.
She’d look down at her hands and nodded her head a few times. She was really glad that the spadamon was the one that took this job. It was without a doubt something that could have gone pretty poorly if it had been… well. Someone that wasn’t so open and friendly.
All right. Then we can get right to it.
The meicrackmon motioned for him to follow her, disconnecting the tablet from the base of her neck before handing the spadamon something. It was a small earpiece, that when worn could either translate what sixer wanted to say into ‘english’ or provide a small read out of the words on the go. Definitely something that would be useful for the spadamon while they were on patrol.
First stop is the gates. You passed through one set and there are four overall. One in each cardinal direction. There aren’t any side gates and the towers we don’t need to bother with.
The steady and firm steps of her gun barrels on the ground would eventually turn into sploshing as they were on the street. The largely metallic structures had unpaved roads for the moment. But they were slowly getting to work on infrastructure. It was just one of the many things they wanted to upgrade.
It was a simple five or so minute walk down to the first gate, where a pair of bored looking meicrackmon with various grafts stood. One seemed to be a mix of a meicrackmon with rapidmon parts and the other hefted gargomon’s strange gun hands and had the big ol jeans! Upon seeing sixer with the spadamon the two perked up and gave a small wave.
”Mornin sixer. This the spadamon you were talkin about earlier?
”Why wouldn’t it be? He’s the only non meicoo in the entire bloody sanctuary.”
”Didn’t hurt to ask…”
The both of them chittered in laughter and gave lazy saluted to sixer, still leaning up against the wall. For such a place their security was pretty good. But other than the gates there wasn’t much in terms of actual defenses for this place. They were really given the bottom of the barrel at the moment...
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Post by Kitt on Jul 17, 2020 18:01:49 GMT
Kitt gave an understanding nod when Sixer wrote that she wasn't particular bothered with how other people though of her as a Meicrackmon herself. "I guess that makes sense. As long as you're not bothered by what other Digimon say, then it just means you're strong enough to not be bothered by mean comments, right?"
It was something that took Kitt a while to learn, to not let labels define who he is. Growing up in that orphanage in Snowflake Village, he was called every mean name in the book: dead weight, whelp, freak, all because nobody had seen a Spadamon before. Day after day he endured those words, but slowly, he began to believe in those words. It only thanks to a certain Black Gigimon that he realized that they were the opinions of fools that didn't knew better, that he was more than just a label.
Putting the past aside, it was time to get this job started. Sixer handed a small earpiece to Kitt as they headed out, which the Spadamon carefully put onto his left ear. At first he didn't know what it was, only for the Meicrackmon to speak into it. It was a nifty tool really, better than taking her tablet and reading whatever it is she had to say. Technology sure was fascinating.
The first stop was the gates, and there were four in total around the Meicoomon Sanctuary. Kitt gave an annoyed sigh as they went out into the heavy rain. "Great, just when I dried off," he mumbled. He disliked getting wet. His fur felt heavier the longer it got soaked and he gets colder as a result. But he'll endure, he'd always had whenever it was time to bathe with Eris.
After walking for a few minutes to the first gate, he saw a pair of Meicrackmons standing there: one looked like it was mixed with a Rapidmon, and the other with a Gargomon. Kitt raised an eyebrow at their appearances, but bowed at them politely nonetheless.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kitt," he said to the two of them. "We're just patrolling around the village checking on the gates, seeing if anyone needs our assistance. Do you need help with anything?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2020 2:05:41 GMT
You could say something like that. The only thing it really affects is our trade; prices being slightly higher or people not willing to sell us certain things.
Sixer gave a shrug; she was pretty sure she had explained it well. She knew that the meicoomon here didn’t care much either. The ones that did were the younger ones that just wanted to live their lives fully. She’d fight for that and help them out as best she could. The clacking against the ground turned into soft plops as her feet transitioned from the wood to the mud or gravel.
The Mei paused and looked about; frowning slightly as the others continued to speak to one another. The greeting from kitt warranted a look between the two meicrackmon variants. They’d shrug at one another and then turn their attention to kitt.
”Pleasure to meetcha. Can’t really think of anything; Erm. You can just call me Gargo if you really want.”
”Rapid will work just fine for me. We haven’t spotted anything in the last hour or so. There was a trailmon that passed by but that’s not really worrisome now is it?”
The two shifted and gargo leaned up against the wall; she didn’t look too bothered by her grafts and the same could be said about Rapid. In fact they looked quite comfortable given that one of them had some armor that helped with the rain!
”Really the one closest to terminus should see the most traffic but with the rain we’re not getting anything in the way of visitors.”
”Well there was that impmon… but he was only here to drop off a parcel.”
Sixer didn’t look terribly bothered by the fact that there wasn’t much traffic coming from the nearby city. She’d stretch a bit and check one of her guns before starting to check the local alleys. She trusted her pair of guards, but she didn’t entirely trust the wall…
Doesn’t really seem to be anything else around here either. Which gate do you want to go to?
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