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 Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:48 pm
[[Saeran : File City : Residential District >> Primary Village]] [[Cue: Jijimon from Digimon World 2]] Saeran scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously, he hadn't thought of that. Bobbi had a point, of his favorite games in the series, digimon had bodily functions like any other, they had to poop, got injured, and became tired; if those things were a thing, why would they be an exception just because they were from the real world, where things like that are only a fraction of their worries. While he pondered this, they reached the archway that opened up into the multi-colored bouncy roadway amidst a field of grass leading to a single, massive tree that shaded the area atop a hill. The boy had to shake his head not to imagine a scene from the end of Majora's Mask and return to reality. Saeran paused for a moment before passing beyond the precipice of the gate in order to read the sign, he failed for the most part, only remembering the marking for the letter S and little more, he'd need to ask someone to teach him later so he could find his way around later. At last he stepped beyond the border and came to the road that... bounced. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was like walking on a trampoline and immediately memories of his childhood spending hours at his best friend's house playing on the trampoline flooded back to him and he couldn't help but smile as he gained a literal spring to his step, almost skipping as he made his way with everyone to the tree. As he arrived, perhaps a little farther head of the others due to his overzealous bouncing that sprang him forward, he came to a stop to look up at the tree. Not that he was an expert on such things, but it was magnificent, and perfect for climbing. The limbs at the bottom were thick and healthy, low enough to grip and pull oneself up with ease, which he did. With a huff Saeran plopped himself down on one of the lower branches, smiling impishly as he swung his feet back and forth. On a whim, he let himself fall back, hanging upside-down at his knees as he looked at everyone else going about. At this point, he noticed something glimmering, a glossy surface catching a single ray of light piecing the canopy. He quickly curled in on himself and let himself flip off the branch to the ground, sinking to his knees as he landed to get a good view of what it was that caught his eye. There, cupped gently amidst the roots in a small hollow, was an egg larger than a man's head. He wondered for a moment if it was alright to remove it from its resting place, but as he noticed others picking up eggs without hesitation, he found himself comfortable enough to follow suit, reaching in and pulling it free. Saeran placed the egg on his lap as he cross-legged with his back against the tree, giving him a full view of everyone else. It wasn't the type of egg he was used to seeing on farms and ranches back home, no, this thing as colored like a fire truck, dark red veins ran between lighter red and orange blotches. The color was like what one would describe as lava, minus the heat and the molten rock scattered throughout, at least, that what his gut told him. He wondered what was inside, mind immediately drifting to a baby meramon or candlemon, those two were fire... his mind also drifted to agumon, though his gaze narrowed on the egg as he wished with intensity as almost a command, Don't be an Agumon.It was around this time, Bobbi and Song's questions caught Saeran's attention and near instantly sobered his mood. Certainly Saeran had questions of his own for Karina, but they involved questions about her, how she had arrived there, when, and what had she done since she arrived. Had she had adventures of her own when she was pulled into the digital world like them... and what year had it been last she had seen the real world. Some of these questions seemed silly or pointless, but to Saeran they would answer very important questions, such as, time dilation, would they age faster here than in the real world, where a couple weeks are mere hours in the real world, or were they synced up, where a week here would mean finding a missing person's report and other fun ordeals to face when they return, if they'd even return at all. "Somehow, I get the feeling the why isn't something we're going to figure out from anyone here. They weren't even expecting us, remember? So, unless there's a long awaited prophesy waiting to be recited for us all, I get the feeling the why will be something we're going to need to figure out ourselves, if there's a why at all and not just... random chance... luck?" He couldn't help but look at all those present and shake his head at the very thought of random chance leading to this particular group ending up stranded here together, it was definately too specific, why them, and why now?
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:07 pm
{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}
Bobbi looked over to Sae as he spoke, the most impatient look on her face ever, and when he was done talking, she opened her mouth… and sighed. Or groaned. Or both. The sound was closer to both.
"I guess you’re right," she said, albeit grudgingly. She looked around at the others, so many with Digi-eggs in their clutches, and she blew a stray wisp of hair out of her face. She supposed she should find whichever egg was hers, and the tug on her heart got more insistent at that thought, but she firmly told it to shut up already. …Then again, she could get her answers while also finding her egg. She was fully capable of walking and talking at the same time, after all. So she followed the tug a few steps, but stopped when she realized it was leading her further away from the group.
You couldn’t have been closer? she demanded silently, incredulously. Go figure her egg was the wallflower loner type. Typical. And, if she was being honest with herself, accurate. With a snort, she crossed her arms over her chest, and stayed right where she was.
"Something really bugs me, though," she said. "Not just the 'why' of our being here, but how? I was crossing the street. Honest to god I thought I got hit by a car again. But… here I am. Unharmed, still alive as far as I can tell. What about the rest of you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:43 pm
[[Saeran : File City : Primary Village]]
Searan got the feeling he had plucked a nerve, given the way Bobbi initially reacted to his statement. He was about to apologize, but she seemed to move on quickly and strolled off, still the worry clung to the back of his mind like a needle in his foot, Great, first time you meet Bobbi in person, and you piss her off within the first hour. Great job.
Her posed question soon after was an interesting one though, as well as her particular scenario of arriving here.
He thought to reply sarcastically with a healthy dose of morbid involving her crossing the street, but dismissed it quickly, since he felt on thin ice with her already, instead he answered seriously, "I just got home from work... last I remember, I logged into my computer and was listening to some music to relax. After that, I must have fallen asleep."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 1:25 pm
{James : File City : Residential District >> Primary Village}
James remained silent as he followed Karina and the others out of the house and into File City. He had played the first Digimon World many years ago and even if he did remember the layout this was a completely different perspective. It would take some time to get the hang of navigating this world and this city. He walked near Mizu and Saeren, Mizu being the one he knew the best of their group and listened as she and Sae talked. He wasn’t sure if he had anything worth contributing to their conversation though so chose to keep his thoughts to himself as he followed, looking at the scenery around them. The grassy pathway ended with a gateway marked with characters that the young man didn’t understand at all and beyond that a bright, multi-colored road.
As soon as James stepped onto the strange road he realized it was even stranger in that the material was bouncy? Much like trying to walk on a trampoline, which is what the sensation reminded him of. With each step there was a slight bounce, an experience that made him smile and even chuckle the first few times. However, more pressing was the feeling that something was tugging at him on the inside. Like the feeling of someone calling out for help and the mental reaction of trying to find the source. However, there was no verbal cry. The tug that he felt led him to a clearing with a large tree that was surrounded by clutches of eggs both around, under, and within it. This tree and village James was actually familiar with, he remembered the episode in the original digimon series in which TK and Patamon tried to help take care of the eggs and freshly hatched eggs.
”So one of these is actually mine?” He asked of no one in particular as he watched the others seek out their egg. Some by conventional means, others by more random means. Aira in particular chose her’s by literally face planting by tripping on it.
’Can I really take care of a digimon? I’ve never even had a pet that I’ve had to take care of by myself… My parents always took care of most of it. Guess there is only one way to find out.’
Without much additional thought James closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling that pulled at his heart trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He opened his eyes and carefully made his way towards the base of the tree. As he made his way he heard Mizu’s question.
”I was out camping. Good thing I didn’t have a camp fire going.”
He turned his focus back to following the tug at his heart and stopped beneath the tree where he saw it. His egg, this one was a light grey with almost a metallic sheen to it and white horizontal stripes along it. With a smile the young man sat down beneath the tree next to the egg and watched as the others sought out their own egg.
”I wonder what kind of digimon you are…,” He muttered to himself, looking at the egg intently.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 10:49 pm
[ Luke, Asura, Karina, Calumon : File City : Primary Village ]
Luke listened in on the conversation at hand, not interrupting but definitely thinking about the subject matter. He wondered what sort of role they were expected to play, and what would come of it, but the most pressing matter in his mind at the moment was when his egg would hatch, and what he would do afterward. He knew well enough from his extensive experience with virtual pets that Digimon were usually hungry when they first hatched, but where was he going to get food for it?
"Oh my gosh!" he shouted when one of the others tripped and fell. "Are you okay?" he asked. Going back to listening to the conversation, he heard his friend Mizu saying the words, "Crossing the street," and a smile came to his face as his mind was overtaken by a song, which he began to sing immediately.
"There she was just a-walkin' down the street,
singin' 'Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do.'
Snappin' her fingers and a-shufflin' her feet,
singin' 'Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do.'~"
He paused in the song and held his green-spotted egg up to his face, nuzzling it with his cheek as he sang to the unseen baby inside the shell as if it were the "she" referred to in the song.
"She looked good! She looked fine!
She looked good, she looked fine, and I nearly lost my mind!
Before I knew it, she was walkin' next to me,
singin' 'Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do.'~"
While he sang, the egg started to shake a bit before popping open, and a tiny creature with long white hair and purple antennae jumped out of the shell and into his hands, making quiet noises as Luke gasped, wide-eyed.
"Ohmigosh! It's a... It is! It's a Digimon! It's.." He trailed off when the Fresh Digimon let out another noise, this one sounding like a yawn, and he made a high-pitched squeal of delight. "You're a baby Digimon!" he shrieked jubilantly, as if the Yuramon wasn't aware of this fact and must be told right away.
"They're starting to hatch already," Karina said with a yawn from her place beside Asura and Calumon. They were still standing at the edge of the village, a short walk away from the tree the humans had gathered around, watching them carefully.
"I wonder what's going to happen," Asura said, nodding. "All I know is, things are going to change. Calumon had resumed its dance again, full to the brim with excitement. It wanted to run off to the tree and hug each and every one of the humans and ask them hundreds of questions, but they deserved to be left alone for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 3:07 pm
[Kyla: File City: Asuras House > Residential Area > Primary Village]
Almost true to form Kyla wasn’t a very quick person when entering a new environment- she took her time, lagging behind. But she never lost sight of Aira as she bounded ahead. Taking up the rear she observed the whole lot of them- their rag tag group of spirted away participants.
Such an odd selection of people, of those she knew at varying degrees.
So this would be how her first adventure starts?
Such a grand and wondrous opportunity, and yet she could only worry about the future. Nothing good ever happened to her without something horrible bringing up the rear. No doubt there was going to be a price to pay in the future- just how much would it be?
Still, she resigned herself to hope for the best for now, and enjoy the rare thing that ti was, staring at the back of so many potential life-long-forged- friends. If there was one thing a story like this did from start to finish- it was bond people who survived together closer then family. Her only regret was not having her brother here with her.
‘ I promised I’d take him with me…’ that thought lingered in the back of her mind and it sobered her Awe. All of this, everything- she should be sharing it with him.
‘…and what if things did turn dangerous? Would you still be glad he was there?’
The big sister in her felt a little bit of relief.. but only a little.
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Kyla spent her time in silence walking along the multicolored path to where the hill rose up to the tree and the field of baby eggs were littered all around like some easter event- rip for picking. But how would the picking happen?
She stifled a snicker when Aira fell on her face- ‘figured her egg would be mean.’
Something came to mind and Kyla back tracked. Fishing into her satchel she took out her sketchbook and raised her head to the sign there. As quickly but effectively as possible she began jotting down the letters. If they were going to survive her- better get used to the language in time, and make notes about it. Satisfied with her sketch she put her book away and went to catch up, and the moment her feet touched the bouncy pavement- her inner child came out to play. Bounce bounce bounce!
She turned from a somber and quite girl to a happy squeaking one, leaping from one brightly colored piece of cushy pavement to another. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other picking up eggs, Saeran hanging upside down before hoping down to do the same-
Oh so it was picking time? But then-
Another unsettled feeling came over her- how would she know? Was it a gut feeling thing? Would it just happen? She wasn’t sure- but judging from the one that hatched in Luke’s hand she didn’t have much time.
“Oh man…what do I do?”
She muttered starting to approach.
What if I pick the wrong one? She kept thinking. It could screw up everything. Worse she didn’t want ot have doubt she wanted ot be sure the one she found was hers. Instinctually she clutched her front like her chest got suddenly tight- just standing in place.
‘Oh where are you? Which one are you?’
The partner she was to find, how would they recognize each other?
Looking down into her hand she turned the feather hanging from the leather cord and thinks, what would her Nanna have done?
Cue Tori no Uta
As if on cue, the breeze floating around them picks up, and Kyla became instinctively aware of it pressing against her. It blew the feather from her hand and it fluttered violently in the gust that tugged at it, turning her whole body in a single direction.
The wind howled in her ears and for a moment that’s all she could hear, not even Luke’s hyper singing pierced it.
A plethora of emotions and thoughts spiral in her mind, the significance of this moment, and how it felt to her, what it meant to her, or could mean, and to those around her and involved. They became punctuated by words she couldn’t place popping into her head like a melody she wasn’t sure if she was hearing in her ears or in her mind.
Regardless the more she began to walk towards a single oval shaped object perched on the edge of the hills top- the more anxious she began to feel. Like she was going to jump out of her skin.
‘ I let go frustrated’
‘- that I couldn’t stay the same girl- that I was on that very day.’
‘ I could never be that girl again’
‘that little bird still cannot spread her feathered wings all the way-‘
The egg was almost wedged in it’s point, point tip angled skywards, the wind really felt like it was pulling her towards it. And the closer she got the lighter she felt the weight on her chest lift- like pressure ebing released. The egg somehow looked eager, just as anxious as she was. Wanting to hurry up and get going. Just another gale wind and it could be free and roll down the hill on it’s own…
That or take off!
Not yet though-
Not without her.
The moment that idea popped into her head Kyla had her hands on it, and lifted it into the air and close to her to look at it’s perfectly polished surface.
“-but someday she will know the feeling of flying.”
The eggs surface was a gradient of colors, from purple to a light blue, fading from one end to the other. It reminded her of the sky in the evening. The twilight of colors after the sun had gone down. Kyla stood there holding the egg eyes transfixed on it as it grew warmer in her hands somehow, and began to tremble.
“....” she was speechless, clutching the egg like ti was a manifestation of the moment, and finally as if punctuated by the mantra in the girls mind the egg cracks and the whole top shatters, falling away from the creature inside it.
Tiny bright eyes look up at her from a polished chrome surface. All the pressure in her chest is gone now. Sound returns, and Kyla feels something warm and wet rolling down her cheeks. Kyla stoood there a while her back facing away form them on the edge of the hill with the breeze calming down, blowing her hair around her and billowing her makeshift tunic dress.
'..where have you been all this time?'
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:55 pm
((Aira - File City - Primary Village ))
Picking up the egg from the ground, Aira stood up from the tumble and glanced around at the others whom are finding their own eggs. Yep, Kyla disappeared off to the side somewhere…again! “She goes where she pleases I guess. God dammit don’t wander jungles though…” She muttered to herself as she stared walking toward the direction which her friend mostly is. Really doesn’t want her friend getting randomly ganked without cover. “It’s like keeping the ADC from dying, dear lord my life in a nutshell.”
Sighing as normal, Aira stared at the egg with distain while doing so. She has taken care of too many tamagotchis in her life and she doesn’t need one that can probably kill her. “If I must.” She spoke to the egg, not like it can hear anything or maybe it can. Tossing it up and down, probably going to drop it sometime, Aira went toward the direction of the ocean or cliff or most clear and open area possible, because Kyla. Really that needs to be a thing, why are you going over there or doing this or doing that. Kyla. That needs to be a life answer sometime.
She heard the conversation about the getting to this place, which instantly made her remember she still has an exam to study for…ah, ******** it she isn’t going to be doing that right now. Tucking the egg under one arm, Aira watched the hatching of the egg in Luke’s hands. Oh right these things do that…oh no. Aira stared at the egg now with a conviction of, you hatch you die, and there isn’t any passive to make you back into an egg.
Of course, being the a*****e the egg has to be, because actually this one is the same type as its owner. Because the egg wanted to definitely piss off Aira, it hatched right now the spot which turned out to be this white blob thing that looks like a bear. “Oh it’s a –“And cue the unbearable screaming of a life time. The digimon was screaming and screaming a high pitch cry, like it didn’t want to be in this world. Wow, Aira was almost impressed at the similarity of lifestyle.
“There is no escape…I once had peace.” Aira quoted as she did what she would do when presented with a screaming child, throw it. Aira chucked the ever-loving hell out of the screaming digimon away from her and towards a general location. “Man I am a horrible parent…oh wait let me do the thing I got a great one for this situation. So strange, they scream. Yes I am on a roll!” It seems like Aira is more preoccupied with quoting things than the screaming YukimiBotamon that is currently flying through the air.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 4:04 pm
[ Song : File City : Primary Village ] There was no answer from Karina or Marineangemon, but Song did hear what… uh… she'd already forgotten who he was supposed to be, but that guy who answered Bobbi. Song heard what he had to say, and since no one was responding and the answer made sense, she had to accept it. It was hopeful thinking to get an explanation handed to them on a silver plate. Still, the lack of a concrete reason left a sour taste in Song's mouth. She wanted to know. If she didn't know, she didn't feel she could do anything else because… well… Song sighed. She couldn't think of a reason why, this was just her over-worrying, but it still felt wrong.
Banshee's delight drew Song's attention to him. she sighed to herself, Despite saying that, however, Song found it difficult to actually execute. She straightened her back, trying to feel refreshed, and… Well, she couldn't think of anything else to do besides find her own egg… if she had one, that is.
Song approached the tree, from which she felt the strongest pull, and made a round around it. No, nothing. No more hints. She experimentally picked up an egg from the base, shook it, and then watched it expectantly. her mind told her, but she didn't have a better idea. Dropping this egg, she took a few steps from the tree. It was hard to tell, Uncertain of herself, Song didn't know if she was actually noticing any changes or if it was just her imagination. She took another circle around the tree, this time a bigger circle, and picked up another random egg. This one was super shiny, which was why it caught Song's eyes. Again, something told her this wasn't it, but this time, she didn't get the chance to drop it. There was suddenly a scream coming from a blind spot for Song and by the time she had turned to see what it was, the perpetrator had smacked right into her face.
A face full of cold, screaming fluff from one direction, and it's screaming just apparently happened to be some sort of hatching call because all the other Digieggs near the Yukimibotamon that weren't destined for a specific tamer hatched screaming as well, including the one in Song's hand, which turned out to be a Metalkoromon of all possible thing. The metal mouse rocketed out of its egg like an AP Shaco's Jack in the Box on steroids. It smacked right into the back of Song's head as she reeled from the screaming Yukimibotamon attack. The double whammy, one of them being the equivalent of being hit by a metal bat, combined with the fall to the ground cleanly knocked Song cold.
First blood. Goddamn Maokai saplings from the jungle. Forget getting ganked by some ferocious Digimon. First KO of the group goes to Aira.
As for the anonymous Metalkoromon that had hatched from the egg Song was holding? It ran away screaming to join the other screaming hatchlings. It was not Song's destined partner, and in the state that she currently was, she probably wouldn't be able to find her destiny for at least a few hours.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 6:50 pm
{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}
Bobbi nodded as the others spoke up with what they were doing before being transported to the Digital World—and studiously ignored Banshee and his irrelevant, if catchy, singing. That song was going to be in her head for at least three hours now. She opened her mouth to say something, when seemingly out of the blue an ungodly wailing pierced her heavens. She winced and clapped her hands over her ears, looking to where the shrieking was coming from, just in time to see one of the others—Song, she thought her name was—get smacked in the face with a little white puffball, then smacked in the back of the head by a little metal mouse thing.
"Whoa!" she called out, immediately darting to the fallen girl’s side. "Are you oka— um. Huh, out cold."
Gently, she lifted Song’s head up and checked to make sure she wasn’t bleeding. Other than that, she had no idea what to do for someone who was knocked cold by a metal ball with eyes and a tail. None of her painkillers would do anything unless the person taking them was awake to swallow.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 9:14 pm
[[Saeran : File City : Primary Village]] [[Cue: Jijimon from Digimon World 2]] "Well, that escalated quickly," Saeran's face deadpanned as a digimon screamed, that same digimon flew through the air after being thrown by its tamer, its screaming awakening a crowd of eggs who also joined in the screeching chorus before it planted directly into the face of... that other girl... who was struck in the back of the head by a blur of metal. And she's out, Saeran thought as he trotted up to her alongside Bobbi. He looked over at the older woman cautiously, part of him felt an imaginary drop of sweat torture him as he thought about how he'd angered his friend a few seconds ago... the other part was morbidly thanking this girl for taking a metal ball to the head and distracting Bobbi before her wrath could be brought down on him. "Um..." he thought to speak, but Bobbi seemed to be handling it. There wasn't any blood on her hand when she pulled it back, so that was a good sign, and she didn't seem to be bleeding from her nose, so that was also a plus. Saeran sighed, "I think she'll come around in a few minutes. Untrue to cinematic depictions, knock outs from sudden impacts, with the exception of a coma, tend to be short lived and only a few minutes in length. She'll prolly wake up with a headache though... she'll prolly need an ice pack."His eyes shifted to the white ball of fluff currently resting beside her screaming and crying. He knelt down, set his own egg to the side, and picked the yukimibotamon up, noting the gentle coolness of its fur. He pet the digimon and shushed it softly, his mind choosing words most familiar to the game he played the most in the genre, "Yoooshi, yoooshi. Shhhh..." Hopefully, given some time, he'd be able to calm it down and in turn the others might calm down as well.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 10:44 am
[Alene : File City : Residental Area > Primary Village]
Alene left the strange group behind and wandered the city. Which was just about as strange as the group she left. Something about it just didn't seem right. It was certainly not the city she was in before waking up in that strange pokemon's house.
"Toto we are certainly not in Kansas anymore..." the girl said aloud as she wandered aimlessly.
It wasn't long that she found herself of on the outskirts of Primary Village. She eyed the surroundings with a curious eye. The place continued to get stranger and stranger. Wasn't long before Alene spotted Saeran, Bobbi and the others. She quickly walked out of sight. She really didn't want to associate herself with this strange group if she could help it.
Alene continued walking for a few more moments, not watching her footing, her foot caught on something and fell face forward into the dirt.
"Owe, what the..." the girl mumbled as she rubbed her face and sat up turning to see what exactly she tripped on was a large egg.
'That is one big chicken egg..' she thought as she eyed it curiously. The girl sat on the ground with her legs under her. Alene's curiosity getting the better of her. She poked it. It moved slightly. Then she poked it once more. Then just stared at the strange egg.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 12:30 am
((Aira - File City - Primary Village ))
Well that was…interesting. Aira just stared at the person she pegged in the head, and then she got double tapped. Oh nasty. However, the same wave length of the two due to being League of Legend players, caused Aira to scream over the screaming of more screaming digimon, wow that’s a lot of screaming, “First Blood! Give me that bonus 400 gold!” Doing a little fist pump in the air, the girl totally didn’t give half a Twitch’s a** about the fact the other girl is now unconscious.
Oh right, unconscious person. Aira hauled over there to apologize when the other wakes up, noting that Bobbi and Saeran headed over and were checking the medical on the girl. “Ah fizz j**z, I didn’t mean to actually hit someone. Why can’t my skill shots be that accurate normally?” Flexing her fingers out of embarrassment, and flailing slightly not knowing what to do when someone had collision to the head, Aira noticed Saeran picking up her little screamer. Just a thought in the back of her head, Aira guessed this digimon partner has a similar personality, or at least reaction to things. She doesn’t like being touched by other people, so how would something that seems to be amplified her reactions deal with someone it didn’t know very well handling it’s tiny body.
Meanwhile, Aira’s partner, Yukibotamon, the one being petted and attempted to be calmed down by Saeran, only stared back at the man with its dark beady little eyes. Surprisingly, the touching didn’t bother it, go figure that was the difference. The petting at first was nice and all, the screaming coming down to a bare “ah” sound. It seemed to be working right up to the point where Saeran attempted to shush the digmon using words that Aira’s Yukibotamon recognized as similar to baby calming.
Oh it’s on.
The little ice bear fluff shut up for just a few seconds, before it’s eyes shined of a greater evil that could rival the tiny master of evil himself. After a few moments of silence, it ripped out a scream even higher pitched and louder than before. The rest of the baby digimon that were doing the crying also got louder as well. There is one thing noted that day about Aira’s Yukibotamon, it hates to be considered a baby and treated as such even though it is a baby digimon. Wonder if that would change when it digivolves.
The fanfare ascended, the chorus getting louder per second and it was starting to irritate Aira herself, as she just sighed and stomped over to the screamer and grabbed it by the face away from Saeran. “Bro, I got this. There is one thing to silence this concert once for all. IT SHALL BE DONE!” Aira declared loudly over the noise before staring down at the white fluffball.
“Give up now, know that if the tables were turned, I will show you no mercy. Sleep now, child.” Aira simply stated at the digimon, not yelled, not even in a gentle voice, she just stated it in the most monotone deadpanning voice possible. It was an odd effect; the screaming digimon instantly stopped screaming and stared back. Whatever Aira said, it worked somehow. Funny thing, the rest of the babies that were screaming along stopped as well, the ringleader stopped so they shall too. It seemed like Aira’s Yukibotamon was leading the rest like sheep, follow the leader probably.
“Haha! Take that!” She tucked the digimon under her armpit as she did a triumphant pose. She has conquered one of her biggest fears, babies. Finally examining the digimon, the bear head made Aira realize one thing. “I’m not going to name you Tibbers. Oh god, I swear I don’t play with matches. Your name is going to be Tear. Let me give you a hug.” The hug wasn’t really a hug other than having the digimon pressed tighter in the armpit of holding, causing Tear to make a squeaky toy sound as it was getting depuffed and repuffing out again.
Oh yes, back to business.
“KYLA! Where are you!”
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 12:28 pm
[ Luke : File City : Primary Village ] When the screaming commenced, the tiny Yuramon in Luke's hands did not join the chorus, but rather made another yawn-like sound, this one louder and sounding uncomfortable, as tears filled its tiny black eyes. "Aww, goodness shakes," he said as he ran two fingers over the Digimon, smoothing out its constantly swaying white hairs. He couldn't help noticing how they felt more like the tiny roots often found sprouting from seeds than like actual hair. That would make sense, what with Yuramon being seed Digimon, but this was the only time he had ever been able to discover such things about his fictional critter obsession. Pushing away the thought of testing his countless theories into the back of the mind, he continued comforting the baby. "I've got you, sweetie. It's gonna be okay. Let's go cheer up the other babies, okay?" The Yuramon ceased its sounds and closed its eyes peacefully. Luke began to walk around the hill and, holding his Digimon in one hand, used the other to pet and reassure as many of the others as he could. After a moment, noticing that its partner was paying attention to everyone but itself, the Yuramon burst out in woeful sobs. This urged him to halt in his current task and place all his attention upon his own Fresh Digimon. "I'm so sorry, my baby! I was just trying to help." He held it up close and nuzzled it with his cheek as he began to sing to it a song from one of his favorite books. "Hee-o, wee-o,
spinner come and spinner go.
Weave a cobweb fine and thin,
fit to wrap my princess in.Here the seed Digimon stopped wailing, though its sobs continued silently while it listened to his voice. "Hee-o, wee-o,
feather from the blackest crow.
Plume of swan all snowy white,
fit to clothe my baby bright.
Hee-o, wee-o,
frond of elder, birch, and yew.
Garland woven fresh and fair,
fit to crown my lassie's hair.A few seconds after the song ended, the wailing started up again, and Luke sighed. "I'm sorry, hon, that's all there is. Oh, hey, hold on, I have an idea." He set her down for just a second and unbuckled his messenger bag, throwing back the flap and taking out his pencil bag so that he could look inside. He dug through the bag, tossing out several things, including a tiny sewing kit and a few slips of paper, before pulling out his black seedpod ocarina. "Let's try this instead, huh?" he asked as he placed his thumbs over the correct holes and began to play a quick, uplifting song. This seemed to cheer up the Digimon, and it swayed in the air around him as he played. I think I'm gonna name you Saria, he said in his mind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:35 pm
{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}
The screaming pierced Bobbi’s ears, causing the most awful headache to flare up. It was bad enough that her vision started to go white at the edges when the screaming reached it’s peak, and she winced, pressing her hand over her right ear—the left was partially deaf, or at least didn’t work quite as well as the right, so it could take care of itself.
She heaved a sigh of relief when the screaming stopped, and she was able to turn her attention back to Song. The melody of Saria’s Song wafted over the clearing, though Bobbi didn’t register the song consciously. She lightly slapped Song’s face, gently enough to not hurt, just enough to rouse her if it was possible.
"Hey, c’mon, wake up," the brunette mumbled, wracking her brain to think of what to do for a head trauma victim. To her chagrin, she drew nothing but blanks.
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:26 pm
{James : File City : Primary Village}
James watched, unsure whether to laugh, shake his head, or sigh in frustration as Aira threw her freshly hatched digimon and decked the other girl Song? If he remembered her name right, in the head. He was going to get up to check on her. However, Mizu was already on it, confirming she was knocked out. Aira seemed happy that she did it, shouting first blood like it was an accomplishment. Unfortunately, it seemed like her digimon’s screaming fit caused a chain reaction resulting in all of the other fresh digmon around to start screaming as well. It felt like little children at church whether they intended to or not when one acted up a lot of other kids would as well, never ceasing to give the young man a headache…. This was one of those situations. He was not a little kid person, never had been. When they were seven or older than he could usually deal with them.
His attention was drawn away from the chaos that was occurring a short ways off and to his side where he heard the sound of something cracking. James picked up the egg at his side and held it in his hands as the cracks spread across it’s shell. His digimon was hatching. Little flashes of light could be seen through the egg as whatever it was forced the shell open more and more. One more hard push and the cracks forced the top of the shell off revealing his chosen digimon. The young man couldn’t help but smile as he looked at it. It was a digimon he was not familiar with but it was cool looking. No larger than his hand it looked a bit like a mouse only it had no limbs only a power cord for a tail, small sparks emitting from it’s end, and lightning bolt shaped ears? As it heard the other digimon screaming and crying it didn’t follow suit, though it started to emit a high metallic whining sound that was slowly starting to rise in pitch and volume
”Shhh… shh shh… It’s alright. You’re alright.” The young man said softly to calm it down resting a hand on it’s body. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, cold metal? However the digimon was warm, like a living being. It’s body looked metallic but it felt soft. When the little guy’s wailing stopped James smiled at it. ”What kind of digimon are you? I don’t recognize you.”
”I’m Metalkoromon,” The digimon replied. It’s voice high pitched with a metallic ring to it.
”Metalkoromon? I see. A metallic version of Koromon, interesting,” James replied with a smile as he turned his focus back to the others. His ears drawn to a familiar tune played on a familiar instrument.
With a smile he set the Metalkoromon, now completely out of his egg in his lap and reached up to his own ocarina around his neck. Unlike Luke’s his was a plastic inline style ocarina and with a deep breath he began playing along, playing the harmony to Banshee’s melody.
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