Beach Boy [open]

At first, it seemed like Hisan'na didn't respond to the prodding by the Kotemon, their words seemingly ignored. It was if any sense of care had completely drained from the boy. As Chousen extended his hand towards him, the boy slowly, shakily, climbed to his feet, not even taking the hand. For a moment he stood there, swaying as blood ran down his arm and leg. He made no sound, and his eyes were hidden by his hair, which flopped messily over his face.

"Worthless..."

His tone indicated that his remark wasn't aimed at any of them, as the boy turned and slowly walked away. He swayed from side to side, leaving a small trail of blood behind him. It looked like the boy was barely able to keep upright, shuffling along like a zombie as he began to walk away into the darkness.

[Attempting to exit, unless someone stops him]

He watched as the boy rose and left without taking his hand, lowering it. At least the woman seemed to be shaken enough to go after him. That was more than grand for Chousen: despite the offer of mercy, he wasn't the biggest on joining up with humans. One human friend would be enough, the rest could simply owe favors to him. As the two slowly separated in distance from Chousen, he turned his head up to look at the clouds. They slowly drifted along the sky until they revealed the moon, full and round like a wheel of cheese, it's bright glow bringing some light to the gloomy evening. He then looked down at the ground and at the blood, sighing quietly. "Humans can be so messy."

With those words Chousen turned around and away from the two humans and the woman's partner, feet slapping against the pavement as he waddled his way over to a pier. So, the edge of the pier was a bad place to fish, huh? He'd like to see her try. He dug through his clothing for another string, nodding to himself once he found it, quickly tying it around the tip of the shinai. Finding his other hook was a more worriesome affair, having to search through every pocket at least twice before finding it. Good, good, he was almost afraid he'd lost his spare during the little scuffle. The final step was to find something suitable. Another piece of dried meat would do.

And thus he swung round and round before casting his lure, sitting at the end of the pier for what felt like ages, even though at most it must've been about half a hour. Even if it wouldn't bite, Chousen felt some form of inner peace from the simple act of fishing, even if he could not exactly catch anything. His yellow eyes closed, only to rip open at the sudden tugging of the hook. He quickly yanked back as hard as he could, falling onto his back as his catch fell right against his kendo helmet's grate:

an old boot. it was better than nothing, right?

Kaida Adachi Hisan'na Meshitsukai [chousen stays behind to fish, so he's out!]

Kaida shrugged as the lone Digimon decided to stay behind, she didn't mind. Most Digimon were caught or put into a partnership the moment they entered the world. If he had survived this long without a Tamer, then she was likely to see them again, it was a surprisingly nice thought.

She blinked momentarily when he stated his intent wasn't to go to the doctor, then a shudder of revulsion rolled down her spine as dark thoughts flooded her mind. Then where's he goi-oh...oh...She shook her head viciously as a bleary look entered her eyes. Jorgie, unaware of the conclusion she had become privy to, simply tilted his head and glared at the boy like it was his fault his Tamer looked so...uncomfortable.

Kaida glanced out of the corners of her eyes at the boy and grumbled incoherently, he was right in that regard, prey was always first to fall. That's why she would never become prey. "Yes. That's how things work." Jorgie was smiling, admiration had entered his previously baffled eyes, there was the Kaida he knew, and she was spurred on by his clear support, animalistic snarl twisting her face, "You're not worth it, not data, not food, and I don't need money...I just don't need bastards breathing down my neck because some idiot died in the street." She rubbed at her jaw and pulled up her bandana, talking that much felt weird...she didn't plan on doing that again anytime soon.

Already her mind was racing on how to even do this, Jorgie would have to bring supplies. At the very least bandages, maybe disinfectant but she didn't think he had bacteria to spread. Bandages were fine, long as she remembered where she even kept them in this side of the city. Jorgie seemed to remember and, having picked up on her train of thought, leapt off her arm and suddenly vanished from view down some non-descript alley. "Don't tell anyone." She spouted off like she was reading some list, she might as well have been doing so considering this kid now knew where this was and she expected him to take full advantage, "I'm obliged to chase you if I see you here. Don't take too much. And," Her face hardened, "If I see your partner here I'll kill him."

Right on cue, a serpent perked its head out the corner, roll of bandages in its maw. "Done this before, c'mon...let's get this over with." She breezed into the darkness and beckoned the boy, eyes blank with what seemed like boredom.

Hisan'na Meshitsukai

Kaida knelt down and scratched Jorgie on the head as he nosed the clean bandages into her hand, she was tired, she was angry, and now she was going to need to ask for more supplies. Nightmare was going to think she was incompetent if she was always asking for stuff. Nevermind the fact Nightmare promoted loyalty, she was not becoming a burden if she could help it. Thankfully for the boy, she also intended to keep her word. With an angry growl, she unraveled the bandages, tiny smirk on her face once the cathartic tearing sounded out.

She shook her head at the boy's assumption his partner wouldn't reappear, "Can't be that stupid. Needs a Tamer." Even that lone Digimon would be comparatively weaker in comparison to the versatile Jorgie. A Digimon needed a Tamer, and even that creature had to know it.

A quick burst of anger crossed her face as the boy approached without the slightest bit of cuaution, she felt it as a personal insult to see something so uncaring of its own survival, and she harshly stood up and snatched up his arm. She was no doctor, she knew this, but she patched herself up once or twice. It usually left a scar, but she hoped he'd consider that better than death. To say her style was clumsy was a bit of an understatement, and she grimaced as the bandages generally covered the wound but started to bleed through. With too much thought, she "fixed" this with a conspicuous wad of bandages over the wound...it wasn't bleeding, and that was a win. Her fingers tingled, unused to contact besides with Jorgie, and she repeated the already rushed process on the boy's leg before attempting to push the roll into the boy's hands.

"Keep it." She growled, glaring at her messy job with disdain, she really had to learn more...but regardless, she was done. "Put more on if it bleeds, don't rip them off." She didn't think she had to tell him the last part but she didn't know if he was worse at this than she was. She stared a little while longer, as if determining something, and continued in the same flat tone she had adopted the whole one-sided conversation, "Got a home, go to it, this place is mine today. See you."

Word kept, she whirled on her heel and traversed into the darkness. The crimson eyes of Jorgie stuck a little while longer on the boy's wounds, right before he smirked and followed.

She was so tired...

Hisan'na Meshitsukai