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Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Feb 7, 2022 0:46:47 GMT
Iona's right hand gripped her artfully shredded leggings. She looked away once, as if losing her nerve, but immediately redoubled her effort to make eye contact with her two new friends. She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully.
"So, you probably know that the human world has some laws about who can and can't be in certain places," said Iona, "The truth is...I wasn't supposed to be in that club that night. I broke the law. That alone wouldn't be a huge deal, but...I've done worse things in the past. Sometimes those things catch up to you in the human world. Added to that, I had a weapon on me for protection, and the police didn't think that I should have had it."
As Iona spoke, her breath grew more ragged. Her head sunk under an invisible weight. Reality had set in.
"I'm not going to be around for a little while," she said, "And Ocellimon can't go where I'm going, so...could the two of you look after her a little? Like, she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But according to her, she can't digivolve without me. This isn't the easiest request, given she hides a lot, and she won't appreciate you doing it, but...could you?"
Iona took a deep breath, though she barely relaxed. She trembled. Fear welled up inside her, pushing at her boundaries. She wished it were just Ocellimons he was afraid for. But the truth was, she was afraid for herself most of all--who she was, what that meant for her in light of her offenses.
--but no digimon could protect her from that. The digimon were a fantasy she was leaving behind for now.
Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Feb 7, 2022 1:33:04 GMT
Mandrake quietly listened to Iona as she talked about how the Human World had certain laws about how some people couldn't be in some places. Technically Iona wasn't the only one who was underage in that club by Japanese laws that night. If one really wanted to get technical Mandrake and Lothar were younger than Iona despite technically being young adults by digimon standards. Then she mentioned doing worse things in the past including carrying a weapon for self defense.
"Though both Lothar and I understand the need to carry a weapon for self defense not all humans think the same. As for being at that club underage you weren't the only one as technically Lothar and I are only roughly four in human years give or take." Mandrake said picking up on Iona's discomfort based on the girl's posture alone not to mention the fact her breathing had gone ragged.
Then what she said next had both Mandrake and Lothar stare at her in shock as they processed her words but didn't understand why her partner couldn't follow her. When they recovered, Mandrake said "I don't understand, Iona. Where are you going that Ocellimon can't follow you? It's not that Lothar and I would mind looking out for her discreetly but we need to know why." Mandrake and Lothar noticed how afraid and vulnerable the human girl seemed and that seemed to bring forth the need to help Iona more. Maybe it was there paternal instincts just calling them to help the teen in need.
Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Feb 7, 2022 2:50:56 GMT
Iona sighed in defeat.
"Because they're probably going to send me to juvie," she said, "Juvenile detention. Prison."
Iona's expression softened.
"Probably not for long," she reassured them, "I'll be good, and I'll get out a couple of months. No big deal."
Iona sounded almost as if she were bargaining with someone, probably herself. She was convinced if she could just play by the rules, she'd get out sooner rather than later. But that meant she had to do everything she could to appear normal.
Her tone firmed.
"But Ocellimon can't come with me," she said, "People at the detention center will be watching me. I have friends who have been there. They'll be looking for any reason to single me out. Not just the adults. The other kids, too. Even if Ocellimon stays hidden...if I look suspicious it'll put a bigger target on my back than I'll already have."
Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Feb 7, 2022 3:41:58 GMT
So that was the reason why Iona was asking for them to look after Ocellimon. She was likely to be sent to prison for a few months. That also explained why Iona looked so uncomfortable and defeated too.
"Seems a bit harsh to lock you up for carrying a weapon if you weren't actively threatening others with it." Lothar said before he continued "Wouldn't it of made more sense to give you a fine as well as confiscate whatever kind of weapon you had."
Apparently even in the Human World the prisoners locked away would look for any easy target so it was understandable her not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. Mandrake then said "Maybe you might get off easy. You really don't come off as a person that belongs in prison."
This conversation made both Mandrake and Lothar wonder how calm they would be if something happened to LJ that landed him in prison. The very thought made the both of them shudder.
Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Feb 25, 2022 9:01:54 GMT
Iona gave a small smile.
"Maybe," she mumbled "It'll all depend on my good behavior--probably. I've read the Japanese are somewhat reticent to imprison minors. At least, they're less likely to do it than in Scotland--which makes this all even more ironic since I managed to avoid getting taken to juvenile detention while I was living there."
The chuckle Iona gave at this wanted for mirth. There wasn't anything funny about it. In fact, she couldn't help but feel she was being targeted. Japanese women are allowed to carry mace--or "pepper spray"--if the situation is deemed appropriate, i.e.: if a judge decides there was enough of a potential threat to warrant carrying it as a precaution. The implication then, however slight, was that Iona wasn't the right kind of person to be allowed to carry it for her self-defense.
And that was truly what she feared about all this. The tabloids all but confirmed that narrative in what had been written about the case for their filler articles. Though the story wasn't salacious enough to make the front page of any of them, people still got to read about the nyuuhaafu with a false identification falsely stating her sex (the fact that it was meant to conceal her age hardly came up in any of them) and carrying a weapon intended for a woman's protection on the streets. The problem wasn't so much that Iona was going to go to prison, but what kind of prison and under what circumstances. And what people she didn't even know now believed about her.
She stood up and took a step forward, seeming to intend to leave. But she stopped and addressed the two Digimon again in a breathy, shaky voice:
"Lothar. Mandrake. I really appreciate you two," she said, eyes downcast, "Helping us out that night. Helping me out now."
She once again turned her head to make eye contact with Lothar, and then Mandrake.
"If you want to fully understand," she said, "Just check any of the local tabloid newspapers. You know, the ones everyone reads but won't admit to doing so? I'll be somewhere in there. You'll be able to figure it out even if they don't use my name. Just please remember you knew me before you see what they say."
She shook her head. She hadn't known them long, but she hated being cagey with them. She thought for a minute that, if things had been different--if they'd met under different circumstances...The two of them just had this paternal vibe to them in the way they dealt with her. That wasn't something she ever had growing up, and God knows Arita Michi wasn't living up to that now as her long-lost birth father. She had the feeling that if they could protect her from this, they would. But they couldn't. Still, she wanted them to understand.
"I'm sorry I don't feel like speaking plainly about it," she said, "Just...remember that humans have particular hangups about things that digimon don't--at least, it seems to me that they don't. What's worse, even if they don't have any laws against something, that doesn't mean that those things they have hangups about won't influence the way they treat others. That's just the way humans are. I don't know if we can help it, sometimes."
Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Feb 25, 2022 10:23:08 GMT
Despite the chuckle Iona released both Mandrake and Lothar noticed their was no sense of mirth in it. Understandable given the complex situation she had found herself in. Then she began looking as she was about to leave before stopping to speak to Mandrake and Lothar but her voice was breathy and shaky indicating how clearly upset she was and that was before she had a downcast look in her eyes.
"Lothar and I do our best to help those in need so don't worry too much." Mandrake said in a tone that sounded as if he was trying to make Iona feel a bit better.
"Local tabloids seem a lot more trouble than they're worth but why would you show up in one of those anyway?" Mandrake asked clearly sounding as confused as he now looked. It was as if the magician's brain was trying to make sense of the new information and failing epically.
"Humans and digimon are more alike than one would think, Iona. While we may not have the same types of hang ups Mandrake and I understand how one of the biggest differences we share is various social aspects. Which explains how we digimon can get into trouble when dealing with various human issues." Lothar said not noticing Mandrake's confusion and that the disguised Wizardmon still hadn't recovered.
Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Mar 11, 2022 2:02:48 GMT
"I see," she said, "I'm sorry I don't know too much about Digimon, but I guess maybe you already understand more than I could've thought. I'm glad to have known the two of you, however briefly."
In Iona's quiet, pensive moment, she noticed, as if for the first time, the sounds and smells of her surroundings. Her nod transitioned into a bow, which she held a moment before rising and looking up at the sky. She took a deep breath, noting that the air was layered with the smells of springtime and street vendor food. She noted the feeling of the sun on her skin--normally an unwelcome sensation. She used to walk through this area nearly every day, but she took for granted all the things that were pleasant about it. That very sun was the reason she wore sunscreen of the highest potency money could buy, but under these circumstances, she would miss it. There was no doubt in her mind that the sun would bear down on her far more harshly where she was going.
"See you on the other side, I guess," she said, smiling. She bowed again to bid them both farewell.
Passing through the alley on her way home, Iona thought she caught a glimpse of something peering at her from behind the dumpster. Normally, her mind would have dismissed this, but these days she knew better.
"I'll see you soon as well," she said, seemingly to no one but the empty, dirty alleyway itself, "Just stay out of trouble until then, okay? Be good."
Iona didn't see Ocellimon holding herself low on the rooftop of a building adjacent to the alley, but she didn't need to. She was sure the feline digimon was present and listening.
Ocellimon's green eyes narrowed as her human "partner" passed. She did not make her presence known, but knew that Iona had sensed it nonetheless. Troublesome, but expected.
Unnoticed by the crowd, Ociellimon prowled the rooftop, close to the edge that overlooked the sidewalk. She peered down at a newsstand just below her. There, she saw a stack of papers with ridiculous and sensational headlines like "Baby's Bad Breath Kills His Wife" and "Alien Bible Found." Yet, hidden amongst these absurd statements were smaller texts indicating stories that were less sensational, but still just as scandalous. One of these read:
"Hafu/nyuuhaafu: Foreign-born minor masquerades as a woman with a weapon; gets caught by police during nightclub disturbance."
Ocellimon's eyes narrowed into thin slivers of vicious green.
Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Mar 11, 2022 2:16:33 GMT
Mandrake and Lothar watched Iona in her quiet moment as she seemed to finally be taking in their surroundings. Then she nodded at them before bowing holding it before looking up at the sky. Seeing as she would be in prison for a time such contemplation made sense to the pair. When she then spoke to them before bowing again, Mandrake said "Take care of yourself, Iona. It would be nice to see you again."
She then began to leave and Mandrake and Lothar could of sworn she was glancing down an alley. Perhaps her partner was nearby but out of Mandrake's range in holosuit form since the devices greatly limited digimon abilities. For Ocellimon to be detected she would have to be pretty close to him to be mentally detected.
Unknown to the pair Ocellimon was on the rooftops overlooking the crowd. If the feline would approach since Iona had left it would entirely be up to her.
Post by Iona E. Mason and Ocellimon on Jun 29, 2022 17:06:31 GMT
Ocellimon had seen Mandrake and Lothar from the rooftops. She looked from them to the stack of offending tabloid newspapers at the newsstand. A human male with cropped hair was managing the stand, passing out the papers to customers who exchanged their own bits of paper. Ocellimon wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but she could read the words and knew somehow this had upset Iona. And the other humans were pursuing the papers that contained those words.
Ocellimon rose to her full height, then lowered herself into a crouch. Her muscles rippled with tension as she primed herself. When the tension in her muscles had reached its peak, Ocellimon propelled herself off the rooftop, down the entire height of the two-story building from which she had lept, pouncing directly onto the stack of papers on the newsstand. The impact kicked up a furious blizzard of tabloid papers, flying out in all directions and frightening every human nearby. The poor newsstand clerk had fallen on his behind, looking dumbfounded.
Though Ocellimon had to drop stealth in order to make her assault on the offending papers, she had moved so fast that all any human could have seen was the shadow of something large and vaguely-feline crashing down upon the stand before skittering off and out of sight.
On her way back into the secluded alley, Ocellimon passed deliberately into Mandrake and Lothar's view. She glanced at them. Her emerald eyes narrowed, but then her head lowered as if she were nodding. Having acknowledged the friends of her tamer, Occelimon again lept out of sight and back into the deep shadows of a nearby alleyway.
Post by ricochet6-Mandrake on Jun 29, 2022 21:48:15 GMT
Not just movement but the presence of a mind caught Mandrake's attention causing him to turn his head with Lothar following seeing Ocellimon drop into sight as she headed into a secluded alley. It was clear she definitely was watching over Iona this whole time but out of Mandrake's telepathic range in his holosuit. Ocellimon seemed to nod their direction which Mandrake silently did in return as if acknowledging her in return before she leapt out of sight.
Looking back to Lothar the two looked at each other silently for a moment before heading out of the park themselves making their way back to the Digital World while hoping things would be alright regarding Iona since she didn't seem to be a bad person despite her circumstances. Knowing only time would tell the two of them made their way in contemplative silence to the Trailmon station the catnip incident from earlier mostly forgotten.