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Post by Vergil on Nov 11, 2020 3:05:39 GMT
MPC Name: Begin Again
MPC Number: 59A
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[Part One]
The airport was a hive of activity. The roar of aircraft engines drowns out the sounds of excitement from the terminal walkway. Fumes from the cars pollute the surrounding air, overshadowing the smell of freshly cut grass. Solitary rays of sunshine beam through the wispy, thin clouds, making the early August afternoon hotter than it usually was.
Inside the airport, the ambience was impressive. The lounge was brightly lit and tastefully decorated. Huge screens displaying the arrival and departure of flights greeted people at different spots. Restaurants and cafes which line the Terminal, wafting the thick scent of delicious fudge cake and hot baked pastries towards a group of college students and their parents passing.
This day was a special day for this particular group of college students. The reason? They were the winners of a campus lottery in which twenty-four students would spend an entire year studying abroad in Shibuya, Japan, far longer than any other offerings that were at their university. The majority of them were elated, expressing excitement that this experience will allow them to see and experience what it is like to live in another country, which was like another world to them. But to Justice Tibbs, who was putting his suitcase in the baggage ramp it was anything but.
Justice was an African-Lantio male with bright yellow eyes and dark brown hair. He wore a red, no sleeve hoodie with a white tee shirt underneath. His jeans were a dark, royal blue. His shoes, a pair of mid toe Air Jordan’s black, blue, and red in color with a blue tag hanging off one of the shoe laces. This alone told someone from a glance that he was into fashion.
Accompanying him was his mother, Rio, a Lantio middle-aged woman, wearing a long black dress with black heels. She had her hair in a nicely kept ponytail, with a long bang of hair on the front side. She had a professional, but a somewhat cold gaze. This made her blend in with the other parents, but at the same time, made her stand out more.
“Flight 16 to Shibuya, Japan is now boarding” an impersonal voice stated on the intercom, causing some of students--who could barely contain their excitement--to race to the gates in order for them to board. Justice stopped, hesitating to get in line.
"Justice, ¿Qué pasa?” Rio said, noticing him.
Justice looked down, his face countered into a frown before answering “It’s just...Why can’t I go back to DePaul University?”
“Justice, you’ve given it three weeks. We’re not having this conversation.” Rio said. She shook her head and her earrings jangled. “Besides, this is an amazing opportunity for you. No way I’m gonna let you miss this.”
“I just think all of this is happening too fast right now. It-It just seems too elitist, and I would prefer to go back to campus where I am among the people, with my homies.” Justice explained.
Rio’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion “The people? Hijo, these are your people."
“I’m only here because I won that stupid-ass lottery,” Justice retorted.
“No way! You won that lottery just like everybody else, ok? You have a once in a lifetime opportunity to go to an entirely different country with new customs, activities, and a chance to see a side of your major that you can’t see here. You want to blow that, huh? To not see your major in a different perspective?”
“A major that you decided for me…” Justice said under his breath, stuffing his hands in his pocket. There was a long silence. Since middle school, his mom always tortured him by taking classes that he never liked. He always wanted to become an artist, however, his mom wanted him to be a Meteorologist since they make a lot of money. His siblings, Desmond and Jasmine were allowed to make their career paths, but he couldn't. So when it was time for college, she enrolled him primarily in geography and math courses, all of which he did well in, but didn’t like.
Rio sighed, placing both of her hands on his shoulders. “Hijo, we all make choices in life."
“Then why does it feel like I have a choice right now? I mean-”
“You don’t!” Rio snapped.
Justice pursed his lips, glaring at her in anger. He stepped away, the two unable to look at one another. Seeing no reason to argue with her any long, Justice made his way to the line, showing his ticket to the airport courier. After a minute or so, the man verified his ticket and buzzed the gate open for him. Justice stopped to look at his mom one more time.
"Te amo, Justice." Rio said.
Justice tilted his head to one side. "Lo sé." He placed his headphones over his ears and made his way into the entry doorway leading to the plane. The other students were in line, slowly boarding the plane.
Justice ran his hands over his hair, breathing and exhaling deeply. One thing’s for sure, at least he won’t have her breathing down his neck 24/7. “Yeah, I’ll take what solace I can from this.”
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Post by Vergil on Nov 14, 2020 4:11:11 GMT
[Part Two]Justice crossed one leg over the other. He yawned slightly, covering his mouth to quiet it down a little. The chair he was sitting one wasn’t exactly the most comfortable to sit on: the chair was too low, making his back tense, the cushions were flat, and there was no back rest. He could switch to one of the more comfortable-looking chairs, but they were all taken by everyone else around him who were waiting like him, much to his dismay. Lecture hall was in full swing as usual in Shibuya Campus, and it was just as boring as ever. It had been two weeks since he arrived in Shibuya from the U.S., and the words he said before he left were starting to bite him in the ass. Yeah, Shibuya was simply breathtaking: from the districts, the buildings dedicated to video game arcades, to the quiet and beautiful parks littered throughout. To travel to a different country and live there was something that a guy from Chicago like him could only dream of. Everything about it was amazing, and that was the problem. He felt, for a lack of a better word, “out of place” here. Unlike back at home, he didn’t have any friends here; the abroad students that came with him to Japan were just too different from him. They were just associates to him. And despite a few natives capable of speaking english, there was still a language barrier, something that Justice had difficulties getting over. He didn’t feel like he belonged here, and the more he thought about it, the more it made him wish to be home right now. Even if he was under his mother’s roof, at least he wouldn’t be alienated. “Alright, and that concludes today's lecture.” The Professor said. “If you have any questions about the assignment that’s due on Monday, feel free to stay after class, or email me. Have a good weekend, and I’ll see you all next week.”Everyone began to stuff their notebooks in their bags and made their leave, while a few stayed behind to ask the tutor any questions they had. Justice got up, yawning, and putting his textbook and notebook away in his bag, ready to get something to eat. “Ah, Mr. Tibbs?” The professor spoke up, catching the young man’s attention. “Can you stay after class? There’s something I need to discuss with you about.”
“Uhh, sure.” Justice sat his bag near him and took a seat. After a few minutes, the last student left the class and it was only the professor and Justice in the room. “So...what did you wanna see me for?” He asked the Japanese instructor. “It’s about...your exam from last week…” she began, reaching into his drawer and pulling out a big folder. She took out his exam, which read a zero out of one hundred-- a failing grade. Justice widened his eyes. “A zero?” Ah, man...a few more of those, you’d probably have to contact the administrative office to kick me outta here, huh?” He commented. “Maybe I’m just not right for this whole study abroad thing.”The tutor took a sip of tea, then leaned forward with curiosity. “Tibbs-san…” she spoke up. “If a person wearing a blindfold picked the answers on a true-or-false quiz at random, do you know what score they would get?” She asked.
“Fifty percent?” Justice answered. “Correct! The only way to get all the answers wrong is to know which answers are right…” She took a red pen, adding another zero and a one, the score being changed from a zero to one hundred out of one hundred. “American professors may do things differently when it comes to grading, but here in Japan, we do things a bit old school. You’re trying to quit, and I’m not gonna let you.”
Justice chewed his bottom lip, his expression turning into a look of guilt as he averted his eyes from her. He had no words to explain his reason why, as she would not understand. This was something he did not expect. “With that said, I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about Meteorology, or Geography, but about you, and what kind of person you want to be. I’ll be due at the end of the semester, okay?”“Yeah...ok…” Justice muttered. He placed his backpack on his shoulder and made his exit.
Justice buzzed his key card into the card reader, opening the door to his dorm. It was a small room-- about half the size of his room back at home, but it was big enough to fit all of his belongings like his television, his gaming console, his desktop, as well his wardrobe in his closet. It was like a studio apartment, minus the kitchen. He tossed his bag on the floor, then plopped into his bed, covering his face with a pillow as he took a deep, long sigh. There goes his plan trying to get sent back home. Now his professor was making sure he would do well. Great. His phone rang in his pocket, surprising him. He took it out and merely stared at the message. It was from his mom. “I got an email saying that you’ve scored a 100 percent on your test. I’m so proud of you, keep it up!” A hot crimson rage filled his heart. In response, he went into the contacts and blocked her number. He threw his bag across the room, hitting the door as all of his textbooks exploded out. He didn’t want to hear any damn praises from her. She was the reason why he was here, in a foreign country that he didn’t feel welcomed in, no matter how many people were nice to him. She was the reason why she forced him to choose a career that he had no interest in, other than the fact that the salary’s good. And she was the reason why he could never become the person he wanted to be in life. He then heard another notification jingle. Thinking it was his phone again, he pulled the back of his phone off and took out the battery. The ringing stopped. But after a few moments, he heard it again. He got up from his bed to find the source of the noise: it was coming from his bag. He shuffled through his belongings, moving his textbooks and notebooks out of the way, only to find a strange looking device. It was a watch in appearance, black in color and small. It had three keys, the middle being a directional pad with the two keys besides it serving as an “Enter” and “Exit” key. On the top layer, there was a small blue screen with weird text surrounding it. It didn’t look like any Japanese Kanji symbols he ever saw. “Ohhh…kayyy...Where the hell did this come from?” He said. Did a student snuck it into his bag during class when he wasn’t paying attention? It was hard to tell. Either way, it was going in the garbage. As he reached out for it and grabbed it, the device suddenly began to shine brightly, lighting up his entire room in a bluish-white light. An uncomfortable and unwelcoming heat radiated from the glow, pulling a cry of agony from him. The light got brighter and brighter, blocking everything from view. And as it did, everything else suddenly blocked out. His screaming, his dorm room mates. Justice ceased to hear or see anything. There was only blackness, then silence.
WC: 1285 TWC: 2146
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Post by Vergil on Dec 12, 2020 4:30:44 GMT
[Part 3]He sat up suddenly, gasping, as if waking from some horrific nightmare. His eyes were wide with terror and his heart pounded hard against his ribcage as if he had just run a mile in a minute. His hands were fisted, grasping strands of cool, dewy grass between his fingers. Slowly he breathed, through his nose and out of his mouth, trying to make sense of everything. Why was he out of breath? Why was he on the ground? What had happened? Why had the pain in his hand come and gone? Running his hands back through his hair, he exhaled deeply. The pain was gone, and for that he was thankful. He had only experienced similar pain a few times, after touching a lightbulb that had been on for a long time; it was excruciating and left his hand experiencing a burning sensation for a day or two. Despite the pain being gone, that did not do much to make him feel better. Now that he was calmer, his heart rate dropping, he was able to examine the area around him more closely, and was suddenly very aware that he was not where he had been seemingly moments ago. Where was his bed, his desk and his stuff? And his whole dorm room for that matter? There was nothing here, nothing but a small area of open land where he was sitting, a corpse in the middle of a forest of trees as high as the Shibuya Dormitory, with leaves of different shades of blue and purple. The grass was soft and healthy, not like the grass of the Shibuya Schools campus, which was suffering from lack of rain and was therefore dry and prickly to the touch. “...I’m not in Kansas anymore,” he muttered, rising to his feet with a groan. “HELLO?!” He cupped his hands around his mouth, hoping the sound waves would travel further. “Is anyone out here?! ...YO?!”
The leaves swallowed up his voice and the only response he received was the wind. Pushing his hands through his hair again, Justice bit his lower lip, trying to think. The best course of action, he assumed, would be to find water. He remembered from his geographic studies and television that water was typically found in some forest areas. Once he found water ― hopefully a running stream or river ― he could follow that, as towns and villages were usually built along rivers. But he had no idea where to turn. What direction to travel in. He took his phone out, hoping that his GPS would help track his location, only to see no self phone coverage, not even three-gee. He slipped his phone back into his pocket. Everywhere he looked he was faced with trees and forest, and with no way of telling how big the forest was, he might himself walk for hours, or days. “Where the fuck am I…” he muttered harshly, running his hands down across his jeans and slipping them into his hoodie pockets. Worry was beginning to gnaw uncomfortably at his side. “I know I heard a voice this way!”
The voice, male and loud-sounding, startled him, and he spun into the direction where it was coming from. It sounded like a little kid’s voice. “I'm here!” he called, hoping his voice would carry. “I hear you. Keep shouting!” The kid’s voice. He was close. He could hear twigs breaking as they were stepped on, and leaves being pushed aside roughly. A few shouts more, and from within the forest, a figure emerged: a small, bipedal cat-like creature with white fur and yellow eyes, a tail, and a small horn on the nose, with a fang protruding from its mouth. It had metallic feet with three toes, and meltalc hands with three claws each. It wore a red helmet, it was carrying a few books. “Oh, a human,” the creature said, inquisitively. “Are you lost?”
Justice stood still, his eyes widened, his face contorted into a mix of shock, horror, and confusion, mouthing words to himself silently. It talked. It just fucking talked! Was he seeing things, hallucinating? No, no he wasn’t. At first he wanted to run as fast as he could, away from whatever the hell this thing was. But looking at it, it didn’t look like it was gonna harm him, or had any malicious intent. So he stood in place, preparing to sprint as fast as an Olympic runner if things took a turn. Looking at the human, the cat-like creature slowly approached, and Justice took a few steps back . “Do these belong to you?” In its claw-hands were textbooks—his textbooks. “I found them scattered on the ground where I was coming from.”
Justice looked at the creature and his textbooks for a few moments, before slowly approaching it. “T-Thanks,” he said, getting his textbook and putting it in his bag. “No problem. I’m not one to judge but you really should be careful with those kinds of books. If they had got damaged or dirty, you would have paid a pretty heavy fine when you returned them,” he said Justice replied, as calmly as possible “Right, right. Umm, question...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
The cat creature tilted his head on one side, confused at what he meant, before he put his claws over his mouth, shocked. “Ahh! Oh right! I guess most of you humans don’t really know about Digimon after all!” He cleared his throat. “As I said, I’m a Digimon, which is short for digital monster. And where you’re at right now is the Digital World. And Gatchmon’s the name!”
“A Digimon…?” Justice repeated. “And I’m Gatchmon!”
“Digital...World…?”
“I’m Gatchmon! And you’re…” He pulled his magnifying glass in front of his eye and stared at the young man, searching the Internet about him. “Justice Tibbs, age 19. You’re from the United States. Your hobbies include drawing, skateboarding, and studying. You want to become an animator, but is held back by other people’s expectations of you, notably your family. In response, you go on the streets and lash out, tagging graffiti and getting into—“
“Alright, alright, enough!” Justice interjected, annoyed. “How do I know that you—all of this— is not just some figment of my imagination? And all that doesn’t answer anything! What the fuck is a Digimon, and where the fuck am I really?!”
Gatchmon rolled his eyes, sighing. “Guess I need to show you instead of telling…” With that said, the Digimon grabbed his hand, making sure he’d followed him, to Justice’s dismay. A few minutes later, they both came to a stop; the forest ending abruptly at a convenient cliff. “Woah…” Justice muttered, almost speechless. What he saw was out of this world...literally.  There was a vast, flat meadow, with thick, tall grass, a railroad track and overhead power lines dotting the landscape. On the horizon, there was a vast lake as blue as the ocean. Even further, there were arch shaped mountains, nothing like he’d ever seen before. But what was even more mind blowing was what appeared to be rock-like structures seemingly floating in the sky, defying gravity. Gatchmon turned to Justice, who got on his knees. “Well, think this is a figment of your imagination now or what?” he asked with a grin on his face. The young man remained silent, still mesmerized by the landscape. “Ok...ok, I’m definitely not in fucking Kansas anymore…”
WC: 1239 TWC:3385
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Post by Vergil on Dec 13, 2020 3:13:58 GMT
As it turned out, bumping into Gatchmon was probably the best thing that could have happened to Justice. The little Digimon was a fountain of knowledge as far as the Digital World was concerned. Where they were going was a mystery to Justice, but the feline seemed to know, so Justice wasn’t going to start questioning the one that helped him out of that forest. If it wasn’t for him, he’d still be stuck there, probably wondering until he starved to death.
They traveled at a slow pace, but filled the time with talking. Justice was fascinated, perhaps morbidly so, with this new world he had discovered. Since he wasn’t the only human that has traversed this world before, he’d wondered if he would encounter any of them, and he wondered if any of them knew of a way home.
Gatchmon explained that the Digital World was parallel to Justice’s own world, and that occasionally random things turned up there: buildings, items of garbage that people had thrown out haphazardly (this was later proven when they passed by a portable toilet laying rather sadly on its side, overgrown with the greenery of the Digital World). To Justice’s surprise, there were some areas in the Digital World that were so developed that they resembled cities like Shibuya and Chicago. The Digital World was, at this moment in time, a peaceful and nice place to live.
Justice felt his own world was rather dull in comparison to the one Gatchmon spoke about.
Eventually the grass became more thickly covered with flowers of different shades and colors, until Justice and Gatchmon practically stumbled upon a grove of them. They had found themselves in an area where walls created by natural erosion were covered with blooms and ivy; purple leaves from the trees practically hid the place from view.
“C’mon, this way!” Gatchmon said. “This is the area to my village, Folder Town. You’ll love it, I promise!”
He stepped inside, passing through some of the hanging branches and out of view. Reluctant, Justice soon followed. He stopped a few paces behind him as they both took in the scene.
In the distance, there was a circular village, surrounded by a wall about four feet high, which appeared to be constructed from mud and clay. There was one way in, which also acted as the only exit. Within the walls were smaller structures, circular in shape, made out of the same material with thick straw and grass lined with leaves to make the roofing. Each of the huts had an open archway door and stood about two or three feet in height at most.
In the center there was a large well, most likely where this village got its water from. Near it was what looked to be a train station, with train tracks running horizontally in and out of the town. Furthest away from the entrance was the biggest building. This one was a large hut with a flat roof. It was much taller than the walls and the other buildings around it.
Bustling about on the ground were Digimon of all shapes and sizes. Some of them include a pink bird Digimon with arm-like wings, light-green plant Digimon with mauve flower pedals for hands, and even a clam-looking Digimon, the inside housing a slime-like face with yellow eyes.
The village inhabitants all stopped what they were doing, silencing their conversation and halting as Justice and Gatchmon walked across the village, staring at the young man.
Justice got nervous. “Why are they staring…?”
“We don’t have a lot of visitors coming here that are friendly,” Gatchmon explained. “The only ones that do show up are bandits from time to time. And plus, you’re a human. They’re just curious.”
Justice’s mouth twisted into an uneasy smile as he pressed on. “Good to know.”
Eventually, the two entered what appeared to be the village’s mess hall. Justice saw a few Digimon eating food that were almost practically identical to what he eats back in his world, much to his relief since he was really famish.
Justice sat down and stretched out his legs, releasing a contented sigh. “It is so nice to sit down!” He announced, raising his hands and arms above him in a stretch. “I have never walked so much in my life!”
“You can say that again,” Gatchmon chimed in, mimicking his stance. “All that walking really builds up an appetite. We're like little explores."
After a bit, they were served a bowl of seeds similar to quinoa, berries, a side of meat, and water. The two then dug in, Justice especially. Surprisingly, the food was pretty decent, a little bit on the plain side.
As they were eating, Gatchmon couldn’t help put take out his magnifying glass and look at Justice again with his mouth full.
“So…,” he started, swallowing down his food. “Do you recall how you got here? Searching this up in the web is not yielding any results. It’s almost like you blipped here.”
“I was in my dorm at my university...” Justice explained. “I was coming back after a long day of class. Then I…” he didn’t want to dive in about the text message he got from his mom, knowing that he won’t understand. “I went into my book bag, preparing to do my homework whenI found this…”
He went into his pocket, pulling the strange device that sent him. Gatchmon went in for a closer examination.
“It fell out of my bag. At first I thought someone misplaced it or snuck it into my bag. But when I went to grab it, it started to light up my entire room. It was even burning my hand, too. The last thing I remembered was me screaming as it got brighter and brighter and then...silence.”
After further examination, Gatchmon’s search came up to something he didn’t expect. So much so that he fell out of his booth in disbelief.
“Whoa?! T-that can’t be! If you have that thing, then that means you are—“
“I’m what?”
Suddenly, a bell chime erupted across the village, causing every Digimon in the mess hall to scream, scattering around the village to try and find some cover.
“What’s going on?!” Justice exclaimed, raising his voice.
“It’s them… the burglars I mentioned earlier,” Gatchmon informed him, “Quick, duck your head so they won’t see us.”
Justice did so and hid. Peaking out of the window, the two saw a group of four grey creatures. Upright they stood about three feet each, and that did not include the large, rabbit-like ears that stuck out of their heads. But they weren't rabbits. Their forelegs doubled as arms and had three long, razor-sharp black claws one each paw. Their back legs were more like feline legs than a rabbit’s, and instead of a short fluffy tail, these creatures had longer tails with tufted ends.
“What are those?” Justice asked, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.
“Gazimon…” Gatchmon informed him. He took his magnifying glass from his helmet and held it out with a hologram image floating above, showing a clearer picture of the Digimon. "They're a virus type Digimon... known for being thieves and attacking on sight if you so much as look at them wrong. They work in groups to overpower targets."
They could see some of the Gazimons bullying other Digimon out of their belongings, threatening to harm them if they didn’t comply while others went into others homes taking what they saw fit.
“Bastards…” Gatchmon swore, barring his fangs. “Every time our village shows signs of prosperity, they show up, taking what they see fit. I tried to fight ‘em once before but there’s just too many of them. When one’s in a bind, the others act quick.”
Eventually, the four Gazimons came into the mess hall, going up to the front counter demanding them to give all of their bits to them. Seeing the opportunity to escape, Justice nudged Gatchmon.
“I think we should move," Justice informed him. “Carefully and quietly.”
“What are you nuts?!” Gatchmon rebuffed. “That’ll make us even more a target!”
“Shh!” Justice covered his mouth. “I’ve trusted you this entire time, so trust me on this, ok?”
Gatchmon nodded, and the two began to slowly make their move, tip-toeing their way to the exit. But as they did so, the floor began to creak. Justice grimaced at the noise, and averted his gaze to the Gazimon to see if they had heard. Gatchmon also waited with a wide-eyed expression. The two quickly hid behind a wall.
One of the Gazimon was upright with its nose up, ears perked. “You heard that?”
The second one looked at him with a puzzled expression. “What?”
The first sniffed, looking around warily with sharp red eyes. He moved slowly, turning to look behind him, his ears twitching to catch any more noise.
He appeared not to have seen them as his gaze moved over the area the two of them were hiding behind.
"You're imagining things," the second Gazimon told him, nudging the other with his forearm.
The first squinted before relaxing a little. Without another word, he turned back to their collecting.
They had been holding their breath the whole time and let each let out the air they had been keeping in. Justice shifted, his legs growing weary beneath him. He stretched one a little, trying to help the muscle relax. He placed his foot on the ground, and it sank, dropping down into a hole. He fell back with a shout, landing hard on his backside.
The two Gazimon noticed this time, and turned in union.
“Ahh fuck…” Justice muttered.
“Well, well, well, whaddya we have here?” One of the Gazimon asked, his muzzle growing into a smile. “Tryin’ to run away from us, eh?”
“And a human in the mix too…” The other added, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at Justice, only to narrow in disgust. “Your kind don’t belong in our world, but I’m pretty sure whatever you got on ya is mighty valuable."
Two of the Gazimon dash towards the two, one of them easily pinning Justice on the ground while the two pinned Gatchmon. Justice tried to break himself free but to no avail. They were really strong despite being half his size.
The first Gazimon approached Justice, putting a claw on his chin so they could meet eye to eye.
“You humans are always showing up here, putting your nose into our business where it ain’t got nothin’ to do with ya, causing shit for all of us while you go back to your world thinking you just saved the day. And honestly, I'm sick of it…”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Justice growled, struggling to move.
The Gazimon looked to his other companions, before turning back to him. “Huh, I guess you’re fresh meat around here. But that doesn't mean I’m gonna be nice with ya, so I’ll give you an ultimatum: hand over all of your belongings, or…” He put his claw closer to Justice’s neck, causing him to wince. “I’m pretty sure you can put two and two together.”
“No, stop! Leave him alone!” Gatchmon yelled, only for one of the Gazimon to shove his face into the floor.”
“So, what’s it gonna be, human?” The Gazimon expression grew into a menacing smile.
Justice gaze shifted from his, and onto the floor. Shit. The last thing he’d expect coming here was getting mugged and his life threatened. He wanted to fight back, but seeing how they were stronger than him and outnumbering them, it basically was a life or death choice-- a choice that had to be made now.
“How bout you try picking on someone your own size.”
All four Gazimon averted their attention to the other side of the room, spotting two Digimon sitting in a booth; they were the only Digimon that had not left the mess hall. One of them looked like a small dragon with blue skin and reddish-pink eyes. He was white around his belly and snout, with a small horn on his nose, a red, fashionable scarf, two ear-like appendages, and a yellow shaped “V” mark on his forehead, and two upside down yellow triangle marks underneath his eyes.
The other Digmon was like the first one, dragon-like in appearance, but having purple skin and blue eyes. Unlike the other, he wore a red vest, with a pair of goggles on his forehead close to his spiky ear appendages, and had short yellow wings. He had a white X shaped scar on his forehead and two upside-down white triangle marks underneath his eyes, much like the other. The biggest difference was the hammer-like tail, which had some type of jewelry on near the tip.
“Hey! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?!” One of the Gazimon shouted. “You looking to get an ass-whooping or what? Get down on the ground and give us your fucking--”
The Gazimon was then met face-to-face with a chair that was thrown by the purple dragon, shattering into pieces. The impact sent him flying back a couple feet, knocking him out. The three Gazimon looked back at their fallen comrade, then back at the two dragons.
The purple dragon glared at them as a cheeky grin was pasted all over his face. “Sorry that guy was blabbing on for too long, so I stopped listening,” he said.
The three Gazimons released Justice and Gatchmon, focusing their attention on the two dragon Digimon.
“That was a big mistake. You two aren’t leaving out of here alive!” one of them said.
“Really? Is that so…” The blue dragon cracked his knuckles, putting his fist up in a fighting stance. The purple dragon’s tail lit on fire, blue flames enveloping the hammer part of his tail as his face glimmered with anticipation.
“Try us, punks!”
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Post by Vergil on Dec 18, 2020 6:42:18 GMT
The three Gazimons surrounded the two mini dragons in a circle, attempting to put pressure on them and plant indecisiveness in their heads. However, the two dragons smiled in response, taking delight from the challenge.
“Electric Stun Blast!” Black gas spewed from the mouths of each animalistic Digimon.
The two dragons leaped out of the way, landing on some tables as they avoided the cloud of gas.
“Up, up, up!” Gatchmon ordered, rising rapidly as he pulled Justice to his feet, pulling them out of the way of the oncoming attack.
“You don’t want to breathe the gas coming out of their mouths!" Gatchmon told the human firmly as they exited the mess hall. “If you do, it’ll paralyze you!”
The purple dragon changed into the oncoming Gazimons, releasing a way cry as he did so, his tail glowing a bright blue.
“Ram-Gum Break!” He bellowed, laughing maniacally as his hammer tail frailed in all directions, attacking the Gazimons.
One of the Gazimon recovered quickly, circling around the purple dragon and readied its claws to attack him in the back. Anticipating this, he raised both his index finger and thumb in a gun-like gesture, charging energy.
“Oh no you don’t! Vee Shot!” he yelled, shooting two beams of energy at the Gazimon. The caine Digimon yelped in pain, clutching its shoulder as he snarled at the dragon Digmon. The Gazimon charged at the Digimon, head-butting him in the chest, then attacked again as the blue dragon was recovering from the first hit. He kicked the blue drake in the side of the head and sent the Digimon sliding across the floor.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with…,” Gazimon hissed, stalking towards the blue drake.
The Digimon was getting up slowly, wiping debris from his face as he did so. He was unsteady on his feet at first, the quick attack of the Gazimon surprising him. He would not underestimate it and its companions again.
“C’mon, Veemon. You’re slipping.” the purple dragon criticized, landing right next to him. “See if you were like me and had wings, you would have dodged that with ease.”
Veemon smirked. “No thanks. I’d rather fight up close and personal where my feet are touching the ground, thank you very much.”
The Gazimon began to circle around them, their claws radiating a shimmering red. One of them snorted. “Why are you helping that human? It ain’t like he’s you buddy.”
“Maybe he is, maybe he’s not.” Veemon spoke. “Still, he didn’t do anything to warrant that kind of treatment. You all should be ashamed of yourselves!”
“Ashamed?” The other Gazimon said. “Why should we be ashamed of that? In this world, the strong takes from the weak. Humans are no exception to that rule.”
“Blah, blah, blah! I could give a damn about that human.” Gumdramon interjected. “All I want is to knock you guys out, plain and silly."
The Gazimon snorted. “Then why were you looking back to see if he’s alright, shorty? Sounds like you care about his safety to me?” He laughed loudly.
“Shorty?” Gumdramon repeated, his small wings ruffling.
“You’d be better off helping a Numemon. That's what humans are: pieces of slug-shit."
The purple dragon landed on the ground, his tail lighting up in flames. “Shorty?!”
“Heh. No matter. Once we’re done with you, the human and the Gatchmon’s next.”
“SHORTY?!” yelled Gumdramon. His cry drew all three of the Gazimon’s attention as well as Veemon’s. “I’ll show you who’s a shorty!” Gumdramon bellowed, charging at the three as he began to perform somersaults with his hammer tail. “Fire Vortex!” At his cry, his body was engulfed by blue flames, knocking down each of the Gazimon like bowling pins.
The attack was so strong, it managed to send the three Gazimon flying out the mess hall: one of them landing on a roof, the other in the mud, and the last one crashing into a nearby water barrel, the water spilling all over him.
Nearby, Justice and Gatchmon watched from behind a nearby wall.
“Who are those guys?” Justice asked.
Gatchmon once again grabbed his magnifying glass from his helmet and held it out, a holographic image floating above, showing the two dragons. “The blue one is called Veemon, and the purple one is Gumdramon,” he informed. “They’re both vaccine-type Digimon, known for enjoying the thrill of a fight. These two in particular however, they share a strong connection to one another, making them twin digimon."
“So, they’re like brothers or something?” Justice said, looking at him inquisitive-ly.
“Exactly.” Gatchmon answered.
Justice eyes lit up at the answer. “Veemon and Gumdramon, huh…”
The two dragons sprinted out of the mess all, preparing to continue their fight outside. But from the look of things, all three of their opponents were out for the count, groaning in defeat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Veemon turned to where Justice and Gatchmon were at. “Hey you two. You can come out now! It’s safe.”
Slowly but surely, Justice and Gatchmon exit from their hiding spot, approaching Veemon and Gumdramon.
“You two alright?” Veemon asked in concern “For a second I thought those guys were really gonna hurt you.”
“Yeah, we’re fine thanks to you.” Gatchmon replied, happy that the two Digimon went out of their way to save them.
Justice stared at the two Digimon with a mixture of awe and confusion. The way they were fighting, how they seemingly sync with one other and took down those Gazimon, Gazimon that Gatchmon described as deadly when working together, and they only walked out with a few scratches. It was simply amazing.
The three Digimon took notice of Justice’s absent-mindedness. The Gumdramon, huffed, giving a bored expression as he flew up to Justice’s height until he was inches from his face.“Hey, glasses? I think a thank you is in order for saving your sorry butt.”
“Oh, umm, I’m sorry.” Justice smiled. “Thank you guys for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, I think that Gazimon or whatever they’re called would have slit my throat.”
Gumdramon snorted. “I wasn’t protecting you,” he said primly, lifting his head up high. “One of them called me a shorty; I had to prove I wasn’t.”
“Oh…,” Justice replied slowly, “well… you knocked them all out, protecting me in the process, so I owe you for that." He smiled weakly and held out his hand to him. “My name is Justice.”
The Gumdramon looked at his hand and turned away, crossing his arms “Hmph. Whatever.”
Burrowing his brow, Justice put his hand in his pocket. “Wow, you’re being rude. You wanted my thanks, I thanked you, and now you don’t want it?”
“Yeah!” Gatchmon agreed, frowning at the Gumdramon. “What’s your deal?”
“Alright, alright, alright, that’s enough.” Veemon chimed in, butting in between the two. He turned to Justice. “Sorry about that. My brother isn’t that open with people.” He extended his hand. “I’m Veemon, nice to meetcha.”
Justice looked at his hand for a moment, then happily shaked it.
Gumdramon sorted loudly and circled around them. He then noticed a strange wrist device on the ground, most likely belonging to the human. He landed right next to it, picking it up. As he was preparing to walk back, he felt something wrapping his foot; a paw as it dragged it down to the ground. The paw belonged to the Gazimon that he knocked out earlier, his eyes bloodshot with rage.”
“I’ll kill you!” He charged, paws rising around Gumdramon’s throat.“You thought you were the one who’ll get the last laugh? Guess again!”
Gumdramon struggled to speak, to summon the words to attack. He kicked and flailed, gripping tightly to the device.
Noticing that Veemon’s brother wasn’t back, Justice began looking for him, only for his eyes to widen in horror as he saw the little dragon being strangled by one of the Gazimon.
Without thinking, Justice rushed into a sprint, surprising Veemon and Gatchmon as they too, saw what was happening.
“Hey asshole!” Justice yelled. He kicked as hard as he could. He felt his foot impact with something, and heard the yowl of the Gazimon as he flew back several feet into the air and wacked loudly against the truck of a nearby tree.
Gazimon was about to get back on his feet before he gasped, seeing Veemon and Gatchmon charging at him
“Vee Knockout!”
“Gatch Claw!”
With the combined attacks, the Gazimon was sent flying into the tree and out, tumbling a couple dozen feet into the dirt, unconscious.
The pressure of Gumdramon’s throat was relieved and Justice crotched next to him, watching as he recovered his breath. “Are you ok?”
"Ugh...Been better.” Gumdramon explained, shrugging off what had just occurred. Veemon quickly rushed back, holding his hand.
“I guess we’re even now, huh?”
“Yeah...I guess so. You know, you’re not half bad, Specs. Here...” Justice opened his hand as Gumdramon placed the device on it, the same device that sent him here. He felt a sudden surge of power course through his hand and arm, like electricity seeping from the device as entering both himself, Gumdramon, and Veemon. The device shone softly, glowing a cool silver color. It stopped moments later, and in his hand lay a new device, similar to the one he already had, but with gold highlights.
A voice from the device then spoke.
“Bond with twin Digimon established. Congratulations new Tamer."
Veemon looked at it curiously, then at Gummy, then at Justice. “Huh.”
“What?” Justice asked.
“We’re partners, all three of us” Veemon explained simply. “Guess us saving you and you saving my brother sealed the deal,” he added with a small smile.
Justice looked dubious. “Alright. Do I have to do anything? Is this like a task or something?”
“No,” Gatchmon chimed in. “It’s more like it’s kind of a bond. Or contract. That’s what I tried to tell you before the Gazimons showed up. That thing in your hand is called a Digivice, and starting now, these two are your Digimon, officially. They’ll protect you, no matter what.”
Justice stared at the Digivice, now showing sprites of the two dragons. He was still trying to take this all in.
“Yah!” Veemon exclaimed, hopping into Justice’s arms. “I’ve always wanted to be partnered with a human!”
“Partners?” Gumdramon repeated, his tone brisk. “I am no one's partner.”
“You are now, Mr. High and Mighty.” Gatchmon mused, patting his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Deal with it.”
Gumdramon frowned in response; he did not like being teased.
The four were then greeted by the townsfolk who came out of their homes, now seeing that the danger has been averted.
“These are those whom we should be grateful to for the removal of the Gazimon gang. “Gatchmon announced, his voice clear. “This is Justice, Veemon, and Gumdramon. They are our honored guest and will be dining and sheltering with us tonight as thanks for their good deed.”
Cheers and shouts of jubilation ebbed up from the other Digimon, some of them bouncing up and down excitedly at their visitors.
“After everyone’s settled down, I’ll tell you how to get back to your world.” Gatchmon whispered to Justice
The young man’s eyes widened. “What really?! Well then, by all means.”
After locking up the Gazimon gang, the sun began to set. Justice, Veemon, Gumdramon sat by a bonfire to keep warm, eating some dinner along with the rest of the townsfolk.
“So…,” Justice began, putting his Digivice away after toying with it. “Now that we’re partners, you’d mind if I give you guys nicknames?”
The twins' ears perked up in intrigued. “Hmm? Like what?” Veemon quiered.
“I don’t know, like, Veemon and Gumdramon are a bit of a mouth-full, so from now on, since we’re working together, I think I’ll call you guys Vee and Gummy for short. To make things easier.”
The two dragons thought for a moment, before ultimately shaking their heads in approval.
“Yeah I like that,” Vee said. “It’s quick and to the point.”
“And let me counter your proposal with another,” Gummy began. “Your name is lame, so I think I’ll call you Specs from now on since you wear glasses, and I’m almost positive you’re a nerd.”
Justice opened his mouth, wanted to make a comeback, but unable to.
“Then it’s settled, then!”
The dragons celebrated by dinning him, munching on their meals, leaving Justice flabbergasted.
"These two, I swear..."
[End of thread]
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Spire
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An In-Spire-ation to Us All
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OOC Name: Spiraga™
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Post by Spire on Dec 18, 2020 7:35:45 GMT
Excellent entry, fantastic read.
Vergil gets 25 posts!
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