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Post by Tarouso on Oct 4, 2020 22:02:38 GMT
The blinding aura of the terminal floodlights blinked off. This is Taro's only indication of time. His right hand slowly drifts into his coat pocket and extracts a pen and notepad.
Day 2 - There is no hope. I have been hiding under this bench for almost 24 hours. I have run out of supplies and soon--
Taro glances down to the Tokomon curled up next to him.
--I will be forced to eat the marshmallow creature. My hallucinations are worsening, I have observed countless monsters, demons, and even talking trains. What is real and what is a product of my decent into madness is unclear.--
Taro flinches at the sound of approaching footsteps. Two teenagers walk past his hiding spot towards a waiting trailmon. The shorter of the two strikes a pose and drops her holosuit, relieving a burly gargoman. After a short exchange, the two depart down the terminal.
--These monsters seem to be capable of cloaking themselves in human disguises. This bench will be my tomb.
Tokomon tugs on Taro's coat. Clearly irritated with the boy's shenanigans, she manages to pull Taro partway out from underneath the bench.
"Hey! You want to get us both killed? That thing was ten times your size."
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Post by Unica & Birdie on Jan 7, 2021 17:58:21 GMT
Unica, though no older than eight years old, was deeply familiar with the digital world and the strange creatures that called it home. There were still things she had yet to see or experience for herself, but she'd spent nearly a year coming and going from this world, meeting tamers and Digimon alike, and learning how things worked in this alternate dimension. She was a veteran tamer, in some ways, wrapped up in a tiny little package. She knew how dangerous certain Digimon could be, but she also knew that such hostility would never stand in the heart of Terminus City.
So when Unica saw a man cowering beneath one of the terminal's benches, she couldn't help but see a friend-to-be. She casually strolled over to the Tokomon, who was trying to pull its tamer out from under the bench, and offer small smile before crouching and cocking her head to meet the man's gaze. "What're you doing under there?" she asked, her voice light and airy, devoid of any judgement or aggression. She was genuinely curious about why someone would be cowering under a bench in the middle of a train station. Trailing some feet behind the girl was a Biyomon who kept her distance from the group and appeared uninterested in the strangers.
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