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Post by Eva on Jul 14, 2024 22:17:08 GMT
Eva sat bolt upright, staring blankly ahead at the green canvas walls of her tent. The morning light was just starting to glow through them as the sun inched its way above the horizon. Morning. About 7 AM by her reckoning, confirmed moments later when her HUD flickered into life and imposed its sickly glimmer over her vision. She sat there for a few moments more, taking a deep shaking breath while the display dancing in front of her eyes dutifully reported diagnostics on everything from tips of her human-like fingers to the nanoscopic metamaterial lattice woven through her very skin.
The Renamon was no stranger to the odd bad dream. Hell this particular one, splintered razor sharp glass floating in and endless void twitching to flense the very flesh off of her only for it to be replaced piece by piece with their mechanical simulacrums, had almost become something of a familiar companion by this point, yet this time she saw a face. It was a familiar one too, yet, one she couldn't quite place. Another Renamon, slightly older perhaps, yet looked similar enough to the point where they could have been related staring right back at her.
She did her best to put it to the back of her mind. After all, it was just a dream. Soon enough her thoughts were turning to the day itself instead. The usual routine of what needed to be done and just what she could figure out about this place next. The digital world still didn't make all too much sense, but, the same general rules seemed to apply at the very least. People were still people. Even if sometimes they look like a cross between a dragon and some sort of tank.
She'd even been able to find coffee.
A few minutes later she'd settled herself down on a comfortable enough tree stump, holding a steaming mug between two hands and simply savouring the moment, letting the heat of it and the camping stove take the chill out of the morning air. Not a bad start, all things considered.
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Post by supesman on Jul 15, 2024 3:50:56 GMT
The morning calm was shattered by the sound of a heavy impact that rattled through the air and ground, the sounds of indistinct shouting and the image of clods of earth being throw upward just out of Eva's direct line of sight. There were hard thumps, thwacks and shouts weaving back and forth in a pattern and a rhythm that could only be heard as one thing: A fight. And a hard one at that.
"We got a runner!" Came a feminine voice from somewhere out of sight as a massive insectoid shadow darted through the treetops, knocking leaves and branches loose with her every dragonfly dart.
"I see him! Wind-up!" Another voice, this one male responded. Eva's until that point mostly undisturbed campsite would be thrown into the chaos of the surrounding woods as a Thunderballmon with a hefty burlap sack thrown hastily over its shoulder rushed out from the underbrush, running like it was being chased by the gates of hell "Pitch!" Came that same male voice and suddenly another shape emerged into the campsite, this time hurled down from between the treetops.
It was a human, at least it looked like one in the outline. Dressed in a heavy motorcycle helmet customized in stripes of gold and bronze to resemble the head of a bee. His motorcycle jacket and riding pants matching the motif, the sole of one heavy biker boot glowing with a hard light projection as he slammed with his full weight into the back of the Thunderballmon's head right as the fleeing Digimon picked up its foot over a small gully in the underbrush. The round digimon yelped and toppled, the bag getting flung into a bush as it spun head over heels like an out of control bowling ball before slamming into the base of a sturdy old tree and letting out an exhausted and dizzy groan
The human for his part thumped against his target and was then thrown, rolling ass over tea kettle into a marginally softer bouquet of bushes where his shape vanished for a moment before he popped up with a thumb raised.
"I'M OK!...Oh...hello." He said, finally awkwardly noticing Eva
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Post by Eva on Jul 16, 2024 22:00:16 GMT
Noise. A whole lot of it too. Eva stood up, her eyes scanning the treeline. Data from the Sentinel Sensor Package pinged onto her HUD. Noise levels, thermograph, movement, all logged and traced. The Renamon sighed, grudgingly putting down her coffee mug and reaching inside her tent to retrieve her sidearm, grumbling all the way. She gave it a quick once over. Full magazine, one in the chamber. Click. Safety off. The weapon buzzed with a high pitched electronic whine as it finally powered up, ending with a subtle electronic beepbeep as the capacitors energised to their full charge.
Her thoughts then turned to cover. There really wasn't much in the way of that. A few fallen trees, mostly stumps really, nothing big enough to crouch behind. Decent sightlines though, but that was more of a double edged sword than anything else. She settled for just crouching down and steadying her aim, readying for whatever the heck was about to burst out of the bushes!
Turned out, she needn't have really bothered. Perhaps the digital world had gotten her too jumpy as of late. Upon seeing it was just a strangely dressed human and what she could only really assume was some sort of bowling ball given life and limbs.
Yeah. No. This still didn't make any sense.
Eva looked on, cautiously eyeing these new arrivals, the cybernetic eyeshields looking almost like frameless sunglasses quickly retracting back into her skull as she lowered the pretty substantial pistol she had in her robotic carbon fibre looking hands. She had just one question, or, at least only one for now. It was a simple one too.
"Mind telling me what the hell you're doing?"
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Post by supesman on Jul 17, 2024 2:29:17 GMT
Zack popped out of the bushes and shook his head, half trying to get his eyes to see straight and half because he now had leaves all over. Shoved in the neckline of his jacket and all along the crevices and creases of his helmet. It actually took him a second to notice that there was a gun pointed at him.
"Oh." He said with a tone of only mild surprise and perhaps disappointment but no actual fear or distress, keeping his hands at his sides. "Don't do that." Zack said, holding his hand out in front of him to urge calm and looking around the treetops. "You will not like how that ends for either of us if she sees-" He said, actually sounding concerned but the concern was not directed at himself.
A massive shadow shot out of the trees with a blur around its edges, slamming into the ground between Zack and Eva and rising to its full height. A Stingmon, deep crimson eyes glowing with a warning energy. A long crimson scarf tied around the insectoid humanoid's neck and flapping softly in the gentle breeze. Wicked claws at the end of heavy hands open and glinting with readiness.
"Hey, hey, hey WOAH!" Zack lunged forward and grabbed the Stingmon by the wrist. "Its alright, sweetpea. The gun is away, I'm fine, we're all fine. I bet we just gave this poor lady an awful shock, is all." Zack said, reaching up and undoing the clasps of his helmet, pulling it off and shaking the helmet hair out of his short, blonde locks. "Sorry about that. Nice to meet you, I'm Zack." He said, holding the helmet under his arm and extending his right hand to shake. "The serious one here is my daughter, Marigold."
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Post by Eva on Jul 22, 2024 21:24:32 GMT
Eva slowly put the pistol away, the weapon seemingly mag-locking into place in her holster, the high pitched buzzing slowly fading out with another subtle beepbeep. She looked as though she was about to say something. Maybe an apology for being so damned on edge riiiight before the Stingmon dropped down!
She didn't reach for her weapon again. She didn't even flinch. Instead she simply took up a defensive posture, a long squared black monomolecular edged blade shooting forth from either wrist, each locking into place with a hefty metallic SNIKT. The very image of her seemed to shimmer for a moment too, albeit subtly, and there was yet another high pitched buzzing noise as something else seemed to power up, albeit, not coming from the sidearm this time!
Theeeen... tension defused. Or at least an attempt at it. The Renamon retracted the stabby bits which vanished back into her arms with another harsh metal on metal sound and accepted the handshake. "Eva. My name's Eva. Sorry for getting all jumpy there. Last thing that jumped out of the treeline wasn't exactly looking to talk."
Upon closer inspection though, the hand offered was odd. Having four fingers and a thumb in a way mimicking the human form wasn't too unusual for a digimon sure, but instead of strange alien metals found in the digital world, there was carbon fibre, titanium composites, rubber. All human world materials assembled together like a man-made piece of machinery rather than something made of data. The eyes too, when they finally revealed themselves from behind their armoured glass shields, glinted more like the anti glare coated lens of a camera under closer scrutiny rather than anything natural.
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Post by supesman on Jul 23, 2024 3:19:57 GMT
Zack didn't stumble much if at all at the offered hand, shaking gentle but firm and giving Eva a smile that glittered with its genuine intention. He let both of his hands hang to his sides, making sure not to tuck them into his pockets where his "new friend" might think he was going for a weapon or otherwise trying to hide something shady.
Marigold stalked over to where the Thunderballmon had fallen, opening her hand to show the glinting of her claws and picking up the little bowling ball creature in one hand.
"When you have a second go around, maybe try making better choices." Marigold said, crunching the fallen criminal like she was crushing a snowball in one hand. The creature's data glittering off, no doubt to the Village of Beginnings where it would get reset to an egg with its memories intact since Marigold made no move to intercept or absorb any of the fluttering transmission.
"Who him? Eh, some thieving creep from up a ways in Rosewood. Was making a get away with some poor shop's whole stock and trade. I'll give him this, he was quick." Zack said, turning his back to Eva, further showing his trust of the mechanical woman as he fished around in the shrubbery for the bag the ball digimon had lost, hauling it out with some difficulty. Evidently it was heavier for him than it had been for the Digimon. It was full of simple commodities of value. Clothes, jewelry, small furnishings, the sorts of things you would find at a general store or a home goods market.
"Not quick enough for you jumping from 20 feet up. Because that is an insane thing to do." Marigold said as she walked to stand beside him. Her reproach for his cavalier attitude to his own safety spoken with the toke of a conversation they had certainly had before.
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