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Welcome to the Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. (Natsuya)
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Post by supesman on Sept 24, 2021 16:24:48 GMT
"Well darling, it looks like it's time for us to go to work." Zack said, twirling the rim of his custom motorcycle helmet on a finger and then slipping it on his head, a swift CLICK sound attaching the two halves of the strap around the bottom of his chin as he turned the corner. How many thugs did a city like this have? How many would he have to pummel into the concrete before they got the message that acting up in this town wasn't good for their long term health? These two were an especially stupid case, trying to intimidate some small time grocer clerk in the back alley of his own building, running a protection racket like it was Chicago in the 30s. Well, just like a large American city in the 30s, at least in the stories that Zack was so fond of, there was someone now on the scene who didn't feel like letting shit like that slide.
"Gentlemen." He said, standing, backed by the glow of the street lamps. He didn't actually need to SAY or DO much in order to get idiots like these to stumble into a fight they couldn't win. Thugs like these were so hopped up on a adrenaline, testosterone and the idea of quick cash that it wouldn't even ring a bell in their head why a guy like him would stumble into this situation with so much confidence.
Needless to say it wasn't long before he was bouncing the groaning thug's heads off the pavement and nearly making them blow chunks with some hard, fresh kicks to the stomach. This hard light boot was a fresh kind of heaven, more efficient than having to pummel them the normal way, that's for sure. It did make his digivice visible as it was clipped into the outside of his right boot but most people didn't even know what they were looking at.
Most people.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2021 16:38:12 GMT
Natsuya wandered his way outside, hunched over as he usually is while walking. His bag dangles off his shoulder loosely and his gaze is kept firmly on the ground ahead of him. He's trying to listen out for something unusual. Though, that doesn't take long as his head suddenly snaps up at the sound of meat hitting concrete. He takes a deep breath, before making his way towards the sound. And he see two punks on the ground getting the shit kicked out of them by a guy in a rather professionally made tokusatsu outfit. What was it... Kamen Rider? At least it was good taste rather than the tacky spandex of Super Sentai. What a weird world... But then there's a glint that catches his eye. A strange device on the outer boot. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls out his Xros Loader. On screen, Ken the Solarmon gives a nod. It is a device similar, but different, to his own. He puts the Loader away and instead keeps watching the little scene of vigilante justice.
He had some questions, but a man's gotta work.
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Post by supesman on Sept 25, 2021 3:50:12 GMT
Zack made it a point to never just vanish into the night. he stooped down on one knee and offered a hand to the man who was being attacked. Speaking very calmly, softly and slowly making it clear that he had no intention whatsoever of being a threat. he didn't want anything, he wouldn't accept most anything that was offered, he just wanted to see some justice done.
"Are you alright?...good, good. Go inside and call the cops, see if you can't give them a description they can use to hauls those guys in and be more careful walking the alleys at night. I'll be...around, in case they plan to settle scores." He says, making a mental note to swing back around past her on his patrols fairly often just to make sure that those thugs didn't catch him with his golden leather pants down. he turned to leave, bending over to unclick the digivice from his boot only to jerk his head up, seeing Natsuya darkening the alley entrance. He stood up to his full height, but canted his head to one side and stuck his fingers in his jacket pockets, thumbs hanging out. Though natsuya could notice he very specifically stood between Natsuya and the shop owner before the older man had walked back inside and locked the door. "Dangerous to be out here at this time of night. Not a great neighborhood. So I'm gonna ask you a question I hope you have the right answer to. You backup for the two lowlifes I just sent sprinting down the street?" He said, his voice was friendly but there was an edge to it that made it clear that he wasn't being funny. That if Natsuya was a second round that he would take on all comers gladly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2021 4:29:58 GMT
"I don't exactly look the fighting type, do I, eh, Rider?" Natsuya puts on an egotistical smirk. He shrugs gently, still slouched over. "...No, no, I don't know them, and frankly, given how quickly you dealt with them... They aren't exactly worth anything." He then motions to the device. "No, what caught my attention actually was that. I've got a few questions, and you might have some answers... If you'd be willing to talk." His tone is almost insufferable. After a brief pause to give Zack a chance to reply, he then starts walking back towards his apartment.
He had no intention to take Zach to his apartment. Wouldn't want a vigilante to know exactly where he lives, especially with the things he was planning... But they had to go at least somewhere more private. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all. There was a beep from his Loader. He pulls it from his pocket to see Charles waving furiously. He sighs and hisses. "Use text, Charles."
"He's like a tokusatsu hero!" the text crawls across the screen.
"Really, that's what was so important?"
"...Yes."
Natsuya sighs heavily.
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Post by supesman on Sept 25, 2021 13:40:30 GMT
Natsuya can almost FEEL Zack's smile widen underneath his helmet as he made an opaque reference to his Digivice. He smiled, nodding, tossing it up in the air and catching it back in his gloved palm. He was very flippant about it, more than he probably should be for a device that was that important but what are you gonna do?
"Lead the way, strange man I met in a back alley in the middle of the night, worst case scenario I just have some more work to do, right?" he snickered, patting the man on the shoulder as they walked the deserted streets, accompanied only by plastic bags in the wind that Zack, really showing his nature, picked up and folded into the pocket of his jacket to throw away in the right place later. He looks over to see Charles and smiles, laughing a little bit at the young Digimon's excitement of his own nerdy nature. "Damn right I am." He said, running two fingers along the edge of his visor like a Kamen Rider was want to do.
"yea, my dad's a big hero!" Came a tiny, Buzzing voice, Marigold popping her tiny Puroromon head out of his jacket pocket, holding both of her nubby arms in the air.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2021 19:01:39 GMT
Natsuya finds a reasonable spot under one of the stairways and looks at the little bee Digimon. His eyes remain pretty lifeless and dull despite the seeming surprise that flashes over his face. "...Huh. They can be physical in the Real World. Hello, little one." He offers a weak smile... but there's something missing behind it. Marigold feels an emptiness, a coldness, coming off of this man and it is very uncomfortable. Amd that's disregarding the hint of condescending ego just under the surface tone. Natsuya then turns the sound up on his Xros Loader, since there is no doubt Charles might have some input as well.
"So... As I said, I have a few questions... First though, what should I call you? I'm certainly not just gonna keep calling you 'Rider.'" He chuckles a bit. "You uh... can call me Nate."
"Why does-" And then there's a little digitized oof. Natsuya smiles. Ken understands, and had hit Charles to stop him from asking a question. Course, Zack wouldn't be able to see that since the screen was pointed away from him.
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Post by supesman on Sept 25, 2021 21:20:57 GMT
Zack reaches up, a press of his thumb into the mechanism of the strap holding his helmet on and there's a swift *click* and the strap falls to either side of his chin. He pulled the helmet free, shaking his short cropped blonde hair out of the tamped down helmet hair that it had been pressed down into by a few hours of pressure and sweat.
"You can just call me Zack, it's the name my mother gave me after all." He said, tucking the helmet under his arm and extending a gloved hand. He hadn't picked up on any of the weird vibes that the other tamer was giving off, too noble and trusting for his own good, revealing his secret ID to another tamer basically at the word go despite knowing bad tamers were not in short supply. "The little lady is my daughter Marigold." He said. Margiold on the other hand WAS picking up that something her wasn't right, not nearly as trusting as her father was, though still committed to his ideals she shuck off her original distrust and waved with both knobby arms.
"Hi hi to all of you!" She said, beaming with a love and innocence that could only truly come from the young, even as at least a little bit of it was staged to put off the nagging in the back of her mind about "Nate" and friends.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2021 21:43:03 GMT
Natsuya shakes Zack's hand. It was an... average handshake. Not too weak, but definitely not very firm. "Very well, Zack. Appreciate you not just jumping to conclusions and kicking my ass." A dry chuckle.
"I don't think that'd be too hard."
"Oh shush you." The human rubs his eyes a bit. "...Anyway, I've been given the basic rundown by Charles-"
"Hi!"
"-But I still am hoping to learn more." He leans against the wall. "Like... How do the Digimon actually get stronger? I'm told there's a thing called Digivolution, but going through my Loader here... I'm not seeing even a greyed out option for it." He shrugs gently. "Or are there other ways for them to get a boost?"
Meanwhile, in the Xros Loader, Ken is listening intently. He is calculating responses based on Zack and Marigold... And he has a feeling that Marigold is aware of Natsuya's unscrupulous nature. He better advise Natsuya subtly... But how?
And Charles is just kinda there, thinking on his next joke while adoring how cute Marigold is. Oblivious to the tension in his brother.
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Post by supesman on Sept 25, 2021 21:55:42 GMT
Zack seems to have to think on that for a long moment, rubbing one of his gloved hands along his chin. Settling on a few ways to explain it before tossing them out and trying again. It's a few moment before he can actually think of something to say.
"Digivolution is growth, and the only way that they can grow is the same way any people in a family can grow. Together." He said, clasping his hands together. "Your love, your care, your bravery. The closer you grow, the more you rely on one another, the stronger your Digimon partners become." He says, laying it out as if that answers every question in the world because for Zack, the hero of heroes, it does. Love, bravery, nobility, it all seems to clearly cut and dried to him.
"Yea! I Digivolved to protect my dad and now we're going to be protecting and helping lots of more people in the Digital World!" She said, near literally BUZZING with excitement at the new project that they had in the works. Zack patted her head and pulled out a business card with his name, telephone number and directions to a spot in the Digital world.
"We're opening a shelter outside Rosewood City. If you boys need fresh beds or free food, door's always open."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2021 22:05:11 GMT
Oh gods, it almost made Natsuya sick hearing Zack's explanation. He takes the card though, looking at it briefly. Well, a shelter in a new world isn't a bad idea... Until he can establish his own base. Perhaps a mobile one. He then pockets the card and nods. "Alright, that's... That's fine and all. What if we maybe got in over our heads? Can't wait for a normal Digivolution?" There has to be something. Some kind of shortcut, a stepping stone interim, until he has figured this whole thing out.
"Yeah, like if we accidentally piss off a whole buncha Kuwagamon! Or worse, BladeKuwagamon!" Charles then pipes up, and everyone can practically hear his hands being held over his head and waved around.
"...What are Kuwagamon, and what's the difference between Blade and non-Blade?" Natsuya then asks, raising an eyebrow towards his Xros Loader.
"Size and degrees of mechanization mostly."
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Post by supesman on Sept 26, 2021 3:45:36 GMT
"Well first of all if you're pissing off a BladeKuwagamon and you don't even know how digivolution works the only advice I can give you is to make peace with your ancestors." he said, hooking his thumbs into his pockets as he leaned back against the nearest wall, letting his mind wander in thought again, sighing as he tried to think of something. "Not really, digimon get stronger as we get stronger, not only that but they get stronger as we get stronger with THEM. Your best bet is to go out and learn as much as you can before you start getting into fights you can't win." he said, Marigold's tiny jaw dropping as she slowly, almost creakingly turned to face her father with a look of pure disbelief in her eyes.
"That is the most hypocritical possible statement that could have come out of your mouth at any point in time. You have made it your BUSINESS to swagger up to Digimon that could turn you into a greasy stain and chucking rocks!" She said, tugging with a ravenous disbelief at the edges of his jacket, banging her head off of his stomach as she tried to wrap her head around her father's absurdity.
"Well that's different..." He said, the next three words coming out of his mouth without a single HINT of self awareness of sarcasm. "I'm a superhero."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2021 4:31:10 GMT
Oh, this chicken has flown the coop ages ago. But at least he's speaking some level of sense. He shakes his head and sighs gently. "...Well, I'm not a fighter. So, unless there's some kind of interim between natural forms that you're not telling me, I guess I've gotten about as much out of you as I was expecting." He rubs the back of his head and adjusts his glasses. "...Alright, how do you get to their world? You... don't need to take me there or anything. But knowing how to get there would be nice. I doubt I can just go to any old computer and go like, 'Gate open' or something."
"Yeah, that'd imply you were destined to get there, or something!"
And another joke falls flat. Natsuya just rolls his eyes as he looks at Marigold. Something about his gaze is just off, and even when the little Digimon isn't looking at him... she can tell he is examining her. And not in the "oh aren't you just so cute" way but more of a "how might I exploit you" way.
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Post by supesman on Sept 26, 2021 4:40:45 GMT
Marigold FROZE, she could feel his eyes on the back of her head, all of the hair on her body standing on end, which was impressive because there was no hair on her body to speak of. She turned to face him, tucking herself back into her father's pocket so as to only peak out. Her eyes narrowed. Natsuya would get the message dawning on him the same way the opposite message had dawned on her. The jig was up, something about her was telling her to be ready. Her father, as ever, was oblivious.
"You don't have to fight to get stronger, silly. It's not some JRPG. As you and your digimon grow closer, the stronger they'll get. You seem like a nice enough young man, shouldn't be too long." He said, the amount of red flags passing over his head almost VISIBLE at this point as he smiled and shook his head. "No, no, I insist, the terminal can be a nightmare to navigate on your first time. I've helped a few people through it before so I'm sure I can show you the way. The trick is to get into the station unnoticed at this time of night buuut a vigilante has his ways." He said, winking and tapping the side of his nose as he began to walk in a direction, expecting his "new friend" to follow briskly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2021 4:59:36 GMT
Natsuya just smirks a little and puts a finger to his lips, as if to say "Stay quiet for now." He then rubs the back of his head as Zack starts walking away. A silent sigh and he starts to follow him. "I'm not exactly dressed for an adventure, you know." He says, his footsteps a barely audible shuffle behind the confident stride that Zack possesses. It's amazing how unconcerned he is with Marigold figuring him out. Is he really just that confident? Then again, Zack also seems the type to not do anything until an actual crime is in place. Thought crime isn't an option yet, only actions.
And by the time he's 100% ready to engage in his actual crimes, Zack will be unable to stop him... Natsuya hopes. The gears in his head are already ticking away, much like the gears that make up his machine Digimon partners.
Ken sends a beep through the Xros Loader, causing Natsuya to look at it. The orange gear Digimon then shakes his head slowly. "Advice: Be careful. Be humble."
Natsuya raises an eyebrow, a bit surprised that Ken would speak. But he then takes a breath and nods. The Digimon is right though. He's gotta be careful not to provoke anything too soon.
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Post by supesman on Sept 26, 2021 14:28:24 GMT
Marigold bared her teeth in an insectoid snarl, her wings buzzing angrily on her back as she tucked herself deep into her father's pocket, keeping herself close in case whatever it was she was feeling about this young man turned out to be an immediate danger to her father. She could try to warn him, fat lot of good it would do her, his better nature unable to be overcome until he was looking undeniable evidence of wrongdoing directly in the face.
"I wouldn't really call it that kind of adventure." He said, shrugging, looking back over his shoulder to inspect the "costume" of his human hanger on, smiling and then turning to look to where he was going again. "We walk over to the train station, do some light sneaking, maybe a little itty bit of breaking and entering, hop a train and will be in the digital capital in no time flat." He said, still letting himself say those absurd things out loud seemingly without letting them actually register as insane in his head. Whatever kind of person he had been before his daughter had dropped into his lap, it was clear that the person he was NOW is the kind of person who would accept anything if you put some evidence in front of his face.
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