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Post by Yoshimitsu Himura on Oct 13, 2020 10:27:20 GMT
“Damn it! I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Yoshimitsu Himura cursed under his breath, while trying in vain to switch his room heater back on, which was covered in a bunch of sticky silk threads. “It’s no use. It’s completely broken.” “I’m sorry, Yoshi-san. I really am…” His partner, Shinchuu, meekly apologized, while nervously tugging at the rosary bead necklace around its neck. “I thought it was an enemy Digimon…” “What kind of Digimon looks like a heater?!” Yoshimitsu retorted. “Uhm… Heater-mon?” The little Wormmon shivered. The old man sighed and petted the green bug’s head. “It’s alright. I’m not mad at you. I’ll get someone to fix this…”
Problem was, Yoshimitsu didn’t have that many contacts in Shibuya. There was, however, one of his old contacts whom he could trust; A talented kid who was really good with engines and electronics. Luckily he still had his number. The bulky elder picked up his very stationary phone and left him a message. “Uric Kan, this is Himura Yoshimitsu. Don’t worry, I’m not calling on behalf of the organization. I retired awhile ago. One of my own appliances broke, and you’re the most dependable man I could think of to fix it. I’m currently residing in Shibuya.” He gave his address, then hung up the phone and waited patiently in his living room.
What sort of day was this really turning out to be?
First it had been a pretty simple morning, work on some cars. Repair some damaged computers from some poor digimon that got stuck here and wasn’t used to the ‘slowness’. He was used to some folks getting physical with their technology but just not to that degree. All he could do in that event was switch out their old computer for a new one and charge them the difference. He still got to keep the old ones so it wasn’t a net loss for him anyways.
It was unfortunate that he was so into it that he missed a phonecall or two; but thankfully it was just a short time between when he was working and when he could check his messages. He’d frown at the first one, given it was a spam caller… while the second one made him pause. He recognized that name; though it had been a long time since he had dealt with that particular group.
He was prepared to have to rebuke whomever left him a message but… Hearing that it was Himura Yoshimitsu? The man could easily place the name and hearing that he wasn’t calling for the orginization made this a lot easier. Still a little awkward since he could remember a few times where that wasn’t the case. But one of his appliances had broken; the question was which?
The most common appliance that broke during this time of the year was the AC or the heater depending on the personal preferences of the individual. So figuring that he might as well just bring his toolbox along and some other nonsense Kan quickly wrote down the address. Leaving one note for gretal and one for himself. He had never really been to western shibuya, at least not properly in a long time.
So it’d take maybe thirty or so minutes till he was standing in front of what he presumed to be Yoshimitsu’s home. Looking down at his note and back up to the door a few times… before knocking firmly with the same hand he had the note clutched in.
”Hmm. Been a long time since I’ve seen him. Wonder if he’s still just as tall as I remember…”
That being said, when kan have worked with him? Kan would have been much much shorter and certainly not as scarred. Or at least he wasn’t the sort to flaunt those scars. Most of his outfits nowadays didn’t have sleeves and didn’t cover his head. Though the scar on his face was far more recent than he’d care to admit...
Post by Yoshimitsu Himura on Oct 13, 2020 14:16:28 GMT
Shinchuu’s antennas stood up as soon as a firm knock sounded on the door. “Eek! People!” The introverted Wormmon let out a fearful cry, quickly ducking under the coffee table. “Good idea, you should remain hidden.” Yoshimitsu whispered to his partner, before standing up and walking towards the door. Even though he had only recently met this creature, he couldn’t help being a bit overprotective towards it. The existence of those ‘Digimon’ likely wasn’t common knowledge, and that was probably for the best…
It had indeed been a long time since the former ‘Giant’ of Kobe had last seen Kan. The mechanical prodigy might have been a teenager or a young adult back then. Needless to say, the old man was surprised to see someone who surpassed even him in height, forcing him to tilt his head slightly upwards. “Good to see you again, kid. You’ve grown a lot taller.” He greeted him, making note of all the scars on Kan’s face and muscular arms.
After leading the man into the living room, Yoshimitsu pointed at his broken heater that was still covered in Shinchuu’s silk threads. “This is the appliance that needs fixing. I’ll let you get to it. Would you like some tea?” He kindly offered.
Kan simply waited at the front door; he didn’t hear what shinchuu had said nor would he have cared if he had seen the wormmon. Given that he had dealt with digimon for most of his adult career he was entirely used to them and the people that they hung around. The man shifted from one foot to the other; adjusting his grip on the toolbox and wondered quietly if he had the right address. Leaning back to look at the number of the house.
”Yeah it’s the right one…”
Kan frowned a bit and turned his attention back to the door; with it opening up he was greeted with the view of Yoshimitsu. It was a bit of a surprise that kan was taller than him, from what he could remember he always had to look up. It was probably due to all the time he spent in the digital world, working out and eating like a monster.
”Likewise Sir. Suppose that’s what I get for eating properly.”
Kan chuckled lightly and stepped in after the other. Noting that the heater was the object in question; so it was likely that Yoshimitsu preferred that his home was a bit warmer than others. He couldn’t blame him especially with winter slowly approaching.
”Looks like something gunked it up… probably gunked up an intake somewhere… Hmm? I wouldn’t be opposed sir. No sugar if you please...”
Kan liked his tea rather flat, preferring to stick with the taste of them alone. Much like how he liked his coffee black or his vanilla ice cream without any sprinkles or add ons. Kan shifted to get to work; first checking to see if it was an electric heater or a gas heater. If it was the former he’d have to turn off the power to this segment of the wall… and if it was gas well that’d be another thing entirely.
”It’s been a long time sir, have you been doing well?”
Kan had the utmost respect for his elders, especially ones with ties to the yakuza. Especially ones he had worked for before. He had a nagging feeling that he had met someone that was related to them; but rather than open up with the ‘hey is this person your grand-daughter’ he figured at least making minor conversation while he worked on the heater would be better than anything else.
Post by ricochet-Stacy on Oct 13, 2020 22:32:44 GMT
Stacy clutched her aching head as she walked down the street. Shortly after arriving in Western Shibuya in her rookie form she had found trouble moments after dedigivolving to her human state. What was with her and trouble? If luck was a superpower for her it wouldn't always be good luck. Not far from the alley she dedigivolved a large thug that probably made up at least two of her in weight was hassling a businessman on the street. When she stood up for the businessman, he fled to points unknown leaving her with the noted titan.
Come to think of it, how had she survived that encounter? She didn't spirit evolve and he was rightly kicking her ass. She looked like she had been in a fight too with her clothes torn in places and covered in cuts, bumps, and bruises with the most noticeable being her head which seemed to be bleeding. 'Just fantastic!' Stacy thought. Maybe one day she should get a cell phone when she saved enough money. In the meantime she limped along seeing a burly older gentleman entering a building. Since she had no phone she had to take a chance that whoever was inside would let her use a phone. Adjusting her glasses, which somehow has not a scratch on them, she then limped to the door the large man went into. With a wince of pain she lifted her arm and knocked politely on the door.
Post by Yoshimitsu Himura on Oct 14, 2020 9:06:38 GMT
“No sugar? That’s certainly a sign of eating properly.” Yoshimitsu nodded, retreating to the kitchen to prepare the tea. That should leave Kan with plenty of time to inspect the broken heater - which was indeed an electronic one - and figure out how to fix it. Little did he know that a pair of very observant, blue eyes were spying on him from under the coffee table…
The old man soon returned with a tray containing a traditional Japanese teapot and two cups. He left the items on the table, pouring one cup of still steaming hot tea for Kan and one for himself. “I’m enjoying my retirement… for the most part.” He replied to the man’s inquiry. “I run a legitimate business nowadays, so I still work from time to time. I’d say I feel well enough, all things considered.”
Another knock was heard on the door, much to his surprise. “Ah, geez…” He grunted in mild annoyance, walking over to the door and slamming it open. “For the last time, I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re selling! Huh?” Yoshimitsu initially yelled, only to look down and see to his shock a bespectacled woman who appeared to be in a rather damaged state. “Apologies, I thought you were a salesman. Do you need help?”
”Well if tea is also too sweet it can ruin ones appetite for later..”
Kan gave a small shrug; finding that the heater was electric made it infinitely more simple. All he had to do was either unplug it if it had a plug, or turn off the breaker to that particular area. Either way it would be turned off safely and he could get to work. He could feel eyes on him but he just figured it was probably a camera or something.
”Seems we both share that. After getting out I just ended up sticking to the mechanic nonsense.”
Kan was glad to hear that Yoshimitsu was keeping himself busy with a legitimate business; knowing how rough the yakuza life could be on older folks. Hell even on the younger ones. But the fact that he was working at all probably would surprise many. He had to be nearly eighty at this point right?
”Well hopefully it stays that way no? Life is exciting enough most of the time… Oh?”
Kan blinked a bit and turn his head when the knocking occurred. He wasn’t sure if the other was expecting company but… judging by his surprise the older man was not. A quick shift in tune followed by what amounted to worry only made kan shrug his shoulders. He still had a job to do and the repairman would just start working on getting the strange threads off of the heater.
”Can’t say I recognize these… wonder if it was from a pet or something but he doesn’t seem the sort…”
What sort of pet would even have threads like this? He had to consider the idea that the older man might have some kind of infestation or perhaps he had a visitor while he was away that was responsible for it. He didn’t rule digimon in it immediately; that was just too absurd to him for the moment…
After all most tamers or spirit users were chosen very early on in their lives. For one to be chosen so late in theirs he had to wonder how safe that would be for them. Though Yoshimitsu was definitely the sort he could see being safe regardless of an invader or not...
Post by ricochet-Stacy on Oct 14, 2020 13:56:39 GMT
As the door suddenly swung open Stacy had somehow been able to move fast enough to avoid becoming one with the door but the sudden motion caused her pain which was reflected in her face despite how silent she was. A yell caused her attention to focus on the older man who answered the door and boy was he bigger than she initially thought he was. This man was slightly taller than her youngest brother but, unlike her brother, this man was a mountain of muscles. Sure she had been around digimon much larger but, when compared to most humans, he was quite the sight.
When asked if she needed help, she said "I was recently in a fight with some thug. I need access to a phone so I can call an ambulance." Though to call it a fight was an injustice considering the rough shape she was in. He head hurt as she still couldn't remember how she was even still in one piece. She clutched her head with a groan.
Post by Yoshimitsu Himura on Oct 16, 2020 7:46:33 GMT
“You got in a fight… with a thug?” Yoshimitsu raised his very hairy eyebrow in skepticism. Something about this girl’s story didn’t quite add up. She didn’t seem particularly strong, so why would she fight a thug anyway? It would have been much smarter to run away and call the police.
On the other hand, her wounds looked very real. Robbers came up with all sorts of excuses to break into old people’s houses, but nobody would be unhinged enough to injure themselves for real just for a con. “Step inside, the phone is over there.” He finally said, making way for her to pass through the doorway and enter the estate proper.
Getting back to where Kan was at, Yoshimitsu would momentarily freeze as he heard the big man talking about pets. “It was… I suppose you could call him a pet of sorts.” He didn’t exactly view Shinchuu as a pet, but he certainly behaved like one at times, what with breaking stuff and all. “So, how long will it take you to fix it?” The old man asked sternly.
Kan shifted a little bit as he easily overheard the conversation going on in the other ‘room’ so to speak. It’s not like they were trying to hide what was being said. So some women got in a fight with a thug and needed to go to the hospital. Seemed pretty straightforward. Though he had to wonder if the thug was still around and if that was the case… would they have followed the woman?
That didn’t exactly bode well for her or for them if that was the case, or if he had friends. But then again he figured that he and yoshimitsu would be more than enough to wallop the sense into some thugs. Trained or not; the both of them were mountains that would probably be fine.
He stayed quiet and continued to work on getting the gunk off of the heater; there was quite a bit of it and he had to wonder just what exactly the other had. He’d pause however when the other spoke of a ‘pet of sorts’. That was definitely something that begged some questions but… he felt it would be rude to really pry.
”Well once I’ve got the… gunk? Silk? Whatever this stuff is off, I’ll have to take it apart ot see what’s broken. If it’s the motor it’s an easy fix but if something shorted out it’ll take a little longer… all and all? About an hour give or take. I’ll just have my assistant drop off whatever part I need here. She’s got the address back at my shop.”
Kan shifted again and well once the ‘gunk’ was all taken care of he’d start taking the heater apart bit by bit. Now was the fun part… and he really hoped that it wasn’t something shorting out. He wasn’t even sure if he had the parts he needed on hand… but thankfully there were plenty of places he could have gretal go to to pick one up!
”well… I can say with a certainty that maybe when the heater isn’t in use to cover it with something so this doesn’t happen again… Never really run into something that could spray this much… silk? I wanna say?”
Post by ricochet-Stacy on Oct 16, 2020 21:42:30 GMT
Limping inside Stacy heard someone mentioning repairs. Apparently this older gentleman was having issues with something in his home and had called for a repairman. Clutching her bleeding head with her right hand she limped toward the phone. However before she got to the phone her legs decided enough was enough and, as if her body was pulling the plug, her legs became rubbery causing her to slump to the floor on her knees.
Stacy tried to stubbornly push herself up but it seemed it was no use as she slumped back to the floor only getting maybe a couple inches off the ground at most. 'Well that's just great. I can't get up but I have to get to the phone.' she thought. Normally she wasn't too stubborn to ask for help but even she had a sense of pride. A pain hiss came from her in spite of her trying to keep quite. Her head felt as if there was a power drill digging through it and she stopped trying to push herself up because she was starting to feel queasy. 'If it's not one thing it's another. Now I have to hope I don't throw up.' she thought as she seemed to be trying to will the queasy feeling away. Unknown to her in her current predicament, her D- tector had tumbled out of her pocket since she only wore her digivice cradle while in the Digital World.
Post by Yoshimitsu Himura on Oct 19, 2020 9:07:47 GMT
“An hour sounds fine. And I believe it is silk, actually…” Yoshimitsu said absentmindedly, letting out a pained groan as he willed his defective back to bend, crouching on all fours and checking under the coffee table. “Where the hell is he?!” He exclaimed in sudden shock, finding nothing underneath his prized furniture.
Meanwhile, the injured woman seemed to have trouble keeping her balance, to the point something as simple as making a phone call caused her to fall flat on her bum. As she struggled to get up, she would find a pair of purple claws under her armpits, supporting her weight. “H-here you go, Miss…” A meek voice sounded, as the woman’s mysterious savior helped her into a sitting position. The phone she had tried to pick up was pulled off its base and landed straight into her lap, a thread of silk attached to it.
Should she turn around, she would definitely see a green Wormmon with a very heavy blush on its cheeks. “Oh no… I talked, didn’t I?” The larva Digimon squirmed, trying to hide its face with its claw-shaped arms, as if that would somehow make it invisible.