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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 18, 2017 14:08:57 GMT
There was a little stretch along the Golden Shores of the Net Ocean that a few people could count themselves lucky enough to know about. It was the beachhead's best kept secret, as far as this lucky few were concerned.
The red-haired would-be holidaymaker had his toes outstretched in the sand, with an open, baggy orange Hawaiian shirt around his shoulders, and a pair of green cargo shorts. He had a pair of John Lennon sunglasses covering his eyes. In his left hand, he had a cigarette. In his right hand, he had the Digital excuse for a cold bottle of beer.
There was a stereo set plugged into an outlet that appeared when one lifted up the oval hatch of bark on a nearby, particular tree. Silky, slow, acid jazz was playing quietly.
To his right there stood a Flamedramon. The bipedal dragon stood at a makeshift grill formed of half an oil drum, occasionally shooting jets of flame from one of his hands to sear the coals. There were a few freshly-caught white fish sizzling on the grate, with some wide slices of DigiMushroom.
"How much longer on those fish, Miles?"
"Ten."
"Ten minutes?" The redhead flicked down his sunglasses and looked up at Miles. "It was five minutes longer ten minutes ago."
"I know."
"Next time, I'm on the grill."
"And what are you gonna light it with?" The redhead raised his cigarette. The Flamedramon barely cast a look over his shoulder and shook his head. He finished his beer with a single draught, and laid his head back into the sand.
fly on, little wing.
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Post by Chousen on Sept 18, 2017 14:55:43 GMT
Row, row, row. The shinai swam through the water in steady, strong strokes, slowly propelling the small raft across the shoreline, keeping close enough that the shinai could occasionally reach into the sand below to do a strong thrust that propelled him forwards, with the occasional stroke guiding his way. And who was he? He was a reptile digimon decked out in shinai gear from head to knee, with the feet of the digimon let out into the open, warm air. Face completely covered sans the glowing, golden eyes, he must've been an odd sight, especially when sailing on a raft made from such nonsense as computer parts, leaves, and other things that shouldn't really be floating, yet they somehow did so anyways. Digital structures were so odd.
Why was he going down the coastline? No particular reason, sans the obvious: to search for challengers. He had traveled far and wide until he hit the coast, and instead of heading back he'd decided to follow it along until he came across something interesting, tail sticking to the water by the tip, creating a small line as he traveled across the glistening surface. The sun was high, and the wind was just right. Maybe he should've built himself a sail instead of using his shinai as an oar, but going back to shore to gather enough materials felt like a waste of time by now. Besides, a sudden scent in the air distracted him from the thought, and soon enough...
... A pair came to view from the distance. A Flamedramon and a human, curiously enough. The first human he'd seen here, now that he thought about it. And the source of the scent, too! Some fish on a grate, being grilled by the Flamedramon. His curiosity was caught the closer he came to the pair on his improvised raft, until it suddenly hit ashore with a quiet thud, with Chousen jumping off and dragging it further ashore so that it wouldn't drift off. He'll continue his journey soon, but he hadn't taken a break in about a hour. Better rest up.
"Hoy." Chousen blurted out a greeting as he finished dragging his small raft ashore, speaking just above the volume of the relaxing music, tamping and sinking the raft into the sand with a few light stomps before then turning around, shinai resting on his shoulder. "Freshly caught? 'Tis seeming like you two haven't been here for too long, have you? I hope you would not mind a traveler joining thy company, for a little while." His head tilts to the side. That Flamedramon... Hm. It seemed powerful. But that might just be his inner fighter talking.LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 18, 2017 15:30:27 GMT
The redhead and the Flamedramon didn't notice the raft until it was almost upon them; a curious creature aboard it dragging it onto the sands. Something whirred in the Tamer's shorts. He retrieved his Digivice and consulted the page scanning it. Kotemon, Rookie-level.
The masked samurai moored his raft and tottered over towards them, speaking in some kind of antiquated dialect. The duo kept their eyes trained on him, waiting for him to finish speaking. The Kotemon asked to join them.
The Flamedramon and the redhead shared a glance, and then the latter begun to beam at their guest. The Digimon speared one of the fish with a twig and tossed it towards their visitor, wordlessly.
"You sound like you're straight out of the nineteenth century, little dude," The Flamedramon tossed a fish to his Tamer. He caught it with one hand, and started blowing on it to cool it down. The flames from the grill licked its remaining quarry. "We haven't got seats, but the sand is working just fine."
Miles skewered the last few fish on the grill and brought them over, sitting down next to his Tamer.
"What brings you out to our humble little beach spot, then, anyway?"
fly on, little wing.
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Post by Chousen on Sept 18, 2017 15:51:09 GMT
"Ah, do I?" He sounded just a tad embarrassed. Chousen just couldn't help his style of speech, after all, the portion of the digital world that he'd grown in was mostly dominated by historical data full of antiquated speech and honeyed words used by diplomats. Living like that for a year would get anyone sounding a dusty library book, and Chousen had been living there for more than just a year, or two, or three. No matter. He did one more stomp on the raft to make sure it was sunk into the sand before making his way over to the pair, taking a seat on the sand, his tail casually curling up a little behind him.
"I am simply traveling." He didn't take the fish, after all, he hadn't been straight up offered it. He had a very, very tight string of customs and rules he had to follow, and only taking food when offered was one of those strict rules. Anything else would just be utterly rude and even savage! "I came from inland and ended up at the coast. 'Tis been... Four, five hours, since I made that raft and begun to travel 'long the coastline. I think I'll continue a bit forwards to yonder from here still, depending on how I feel." He nods and doesn't state his goals outright. Better keep quiet and enjoy the hospitality for now.
"And why are you here? 'Tis rare to see a human here. You're the first one I've seen, in fact." His eyes squint a little. Not out of hostility, but due to pure, unbridled curiosity. Were those humans who partnered themselves with digimon coming here en masse? Why? To hunt for digimon, or to find out what laid on the other side of the digital veil? He couldn't imagine there'd be much here that attracted humans, not conventionally at least. Wanderlust, need for adventure, or simple raw profit... Ha. So just like all the digimon who went to their side, then. "I assume you are a... Tamer, aye? 'Tis what humans partnered with digimon call themselves, no?"LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 18, 2017 16:33:16 GMT
The Kotemon had declined the fish. Miles shot him a quick glance, before standing up, and picking the twig-skewer out of the ground. Luckily, the meat was still warm and not too sandy.
"Travelling, huh? I get that," The redhead took a bite out of his fish, opening his mouth afterwards and making a quick sequence of outwards breaths. "Hot!" He mouthed, before chewing it up and swallowing the piece he had bitten off.
"Have some fish, little dude," Miles had wandered back around, and started devouring some of the fish himself. The redhead took a drag off his cigarette and exhaled slowly as their guest asked what they were doing here.
"Yeah, I'm a Tamer. This is my partner, Miles." The Flamedramon waved a finger silently, and went back to snapping at the fish with great vigour. "Guess you could say we're travelling, too." The Tamer finished his beer and stood up, dropping the empty bottle in the sand next to a coolbox filled with half a sixpack. He picked one up, unscrewed the top, and flicked away his cigarette.
"Taking a long vacation, doing a little soul-searching, that kinda stuff." The redhead took a fresh sip from the beer and sighed, staring out over the cerulean waves from behind the black, gold-ridged circles sat upon the bridge of his nose. He ambled back over to the Kotemon, crouched, and thrust his hand forwards to shake.
"I'm Lazarus, but you can call me Laz. It's nice to meet you. You're welcome to our food, our drink, and our grill at the Carter Five Star Hotel and Resort." He chuckled, and pointed to the Flamedramon. "And don't let him concern you. He's just ornery when he's hungry."
"Fuck..." The Flamedramon snapped the head off of one of the fish and swallowed it whole, before finishing off his insult. "...you."
"See what I have to deal with?" Lazarus sat down next to his partner, and took another sip from the bottle.
fly on, little wing.
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Post by Chousen on Sept 18, 2017 17:01:25 GMT
And the fish had been offered properly! Now he could eat without the memory of his master smacking him over the head appearing in the back of his head. He'd hosted so many people lately that he genuinely enjoyed to be the one hosted for once, very carefully sliding the fish between the holes in his mask, making it... Disappear into the pitch-black darkness beneath the mask. How eery, he didn't even complain about how hot it was, and the only sign that he was actually consuming the fish was the occasional sound of teeth chomping down on the meat. He took his time, nibbling down on it, letting the taste spread through his mouth. Ah, this truly was the life.
He stared at the extended hand for a little while before extending his own out in turn, the long sleeve hanging for a moment until he wrapped his hand around the others for a quick shake. Hm, felt like he had some claws. Those didn't feel like normal fingers, at least. "I can understand soul searching. I suppose I am on a similar journey myself, just through different methods. Or so I'd assume, I do not know how you two go about your goal." He draws his hand back and can't help but to chuckle at the rudeness of the Flamedramon. It wasn't a malicious kind of rudeness, but rather the kind two friends would have. At least that was the aura he got off of it, so he let it go without further issue.
"Still, 'tis a pleasure to meet you, Laz, Flamedramon. Thy may call me Chousen. I'll be sure to enjoy what you have offered me, as a good host would." His head bops into a quick nod as he takes another bite of the fish, removing it from his presumed mouth for a while. It's about one third gone, and those are some rather sharp teeth marks... Just what hid under the mask? Perhaps it's best not to even ask. "I must admit, I understand the blight thy must have, dealing with such a disrespecting companion. You have my sympathies." A soft chuckle leaves him as the fish sinks back underneath the mask. Crunch.LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 18, 2017 18:33:37 GMT
"Slowly," Laz answered Chousen. "That's how we go about it." Miles chuckled once at his Tamer, and passed the Kotemon the last skewered fish without saying anything else.
The redhead stood up, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and stared out over the coast. A gentle, orange glow was starting to dance along the azure waters, twinkling ever so slightly. The burnt vermilion hue bounced along the lenses of his sunglasses as the Tamer reached into his pocket.
Laz drew a Zippo and his pack of cigarettes, picking one out as Miles turned to Chousen.
"I'm Miles." The Flamedramon waved once, unable to shake hands with his armoured claws. "Good to have some company." He snapped the head off the last fish, and cast the twig into the sand haphazardly.
Laz lit his cigarette, and continued to stare for a few more moments. As he placed his hand back into his pocket, he let it stay in there for a few moments longer than usual, pinching... something... between his thumb and forefinger.
As if he had fallen out of a trance, he turned back towards the pair of Digimon on a swivel and grinned. He peered over his sunglasses and gestured towards the treeline.
"Getting late."
"Firewood." The pair of them nodded at one another. Laz turned to Chousen.
"You mind giving us a hand collecting some?" He jerked a thumb towards the shinai the Kotemon carried. "That can't just be for show, right?"
fly on, little wing.
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Post by Chousen on Sept 18, 2017 19:49:17 GMT
"Miles... A fine name. 'Tis a pleasure." Chousen finishes his fish and lets out a relaxed sigh. Rather tasty, all things considered. The last thing he ate was some fruit about five hours ago when he departed, so getting some meat on his bones was like drinking straight from the fountain of youth. So invigorating was the feeling, the taste truly holding his buds in high re-- oh, it was getting dark. Chousen listened in to their chatter and glanced over his shoulder at the far distance, nodding his head at no-one in particular. It /was/ getting dark, with the sun setting somewhere deep beneath the ocean blue horizon.
"I can be of some help, surely." Chousen pushes himself to stand, drawing his shinai out. While it was made of a mere wood-plastic alloy mix, he still had a few aces up his sleeve as he headed to the nearest tree. It towered over him in an almost comedic fashion, hand lifting to stroke the chin area of his mask as he sized it up. He circled it a few times and made some precise calculations in his mind before then lifting his shinai. He focuses for a moment, and...
"Shinai Slam!"
Whack. The shinai glistens as it turns metallic for a moment, with Chousen suddenly slamming it to the base. It wobbles, but nothing happens just yet. He keeps repeating the attack over and over again, each thwack of the shinai against the tree's bark causing it to crack and shake until it finally gives in, breaking apart and causing the whole tree to fall over. Bit of an overkill, maybe, but Chousen felt a small tinge of pride as he leaned forwards and lifted up the grate of his mask for a second to wipe some sweat away from his still darkened face.
"... Hhhaa. I think... It will be enough. I hope so. If not, I could cut down... Another one. Phew. 'Tis my duty as a visitor, to be of aid to the host."LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 19, 2017 12:42:32 GMT
Laz, lacking any real lumber-felling strength of equipment, busied himself with ferrying the more insignificant, dryer of the twigs he could find back to their makeshift campsite. Miles had taken to carving up some of the bigger logs. When the former returned to their woodcutting patch, he arrived just in time to see Chousen perform his final Shinai Slam -- and consequently fell an entire tree.
"TIMBEEEEEEEER!" Lazarus roared on approach, strolling up and clapping the Kotemon on the back. "That'll keep us going for another week and then some. Thanks, Chousen." Miles knelt and quickly begun hacking through it with razor-sharp reptile claws, slashing it into more manageable chunks.
By the time the trio returned to their coastal sandspit, they had enough wood to build a log shed, and then fill it. With some careful bonfire construction from Lazarus and a liberal amount of fire supplied by his Digimon, the would-be campsite was quickly illuminated with a roaring centrepiece.
Laz took his seat around it and beckoned Chousen and the Flamedramon, fetching another beverage and lighting a cigarette from one of the burning coals on the edge.
"This is the life, ain't it, Chousen?" He took a long slug from his beer, before digging a hole for the bottle in the sand, leaning back, and folding his arms behind his head. "You said you came from inland. Is that your home, or.. where you hail from, or, uh, whatever?" Miles scoffed at his Tamer's awkwardness.
"He's still getting used to understanding how our lives work. He's asking about your point of origin."
Lazarus picked up a twig and launched it towards his partner in retaliation.
"I'm kinda out of my element here, but, hey, I'm learning."
fly on, little wing.
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Post by Chousen on Sept 19, 2017 14:06:07 GMT
"Ha, 'tis no problem, really. 'Tis simply my duty as the guest." He was a bit beat, though. Constantly using the same attack had the problem of tiring him out, so for the duration of building up the bonfire he had to lay back a little, which was a bit of a black spot on his honor. He needed to keep getting stronger so that felling a single tree wouldn't get him so pooped, even if it was a really big tree. All the same, the roaring crackle of the bonfire was relaxing to listen to once it was started up, swiping his quiet worries away just as the waves swiped away some bits and pieces of wood from the shoreline, to drift across the net ocean to some far away continents that he'd never seen before.
He joined Laz and Miles in sitting, taking a comfortable cross-legged position as he watched the fire rise and meld itself on the occasion. Fire had always been fascinating to watch. Something about the way it danced and formed itself around the winds and whatever it was burning around made it hauntingly beautiful, although fire also held some bad memories beneath it. He shook the image from his head by washing it away using Laz's question. He was quiet for a while after Miles specified just what Laz was asking.
His home.
"I've been traveling across this continent for a long while now. Years, at least. Time becomes a haze when you stop keeping a track of it. I could just be majorly overestimating the amount of time I've spent traveling... Or majorly underestimating it." Shrug. "I've probably spent some time going in circles, but I haven't found any way to any other continent yet, if they even exist. But, my point of origin should be..." His head was lifted up to look at the sky. The stars weren't out just yet, but he still squinted before looking off to somewhere in the west. "Around there, if I had to guess. A small village of Kotemon."
His curiosity had peaked through Laz's question, so he just had to return it. "What about thy? Where is your origin point? In the world of the humans, correct? What led to your spiritual search happening here, in the digital world? If thy do not mind me asking. 'Tis simple curiosity, your kin is very rare here."LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 19, 2017 14:59:08 GMT
Laz nodded as Chousen spoke, intently following the yellow beads smothered in the darkness behind the wooden grille of his mask. He pointed with a floppy sleeve -- west. A small village of Kotemon. The redhead chuckled and looked to Miles.
"A village full of guys like you, huh?" Laz blew out some smoke and sipped his beer. "That sounds like somewhere we've got to visit, Miles." The Flamedramon chuckled on the other side of the fire, as he cupped sand, rose handfuls of it, and let it slip between his silver talons.
"Yeah, back in the real--" His partner shot him a look. This was what he meant by 'out of his element'. "I mean... the, uh, human world. It's a town called Helena, in a far-off place we call the United States of America." Montana. It had been over a decade since he had gone back. That life felt as if it were timeless eons behind him, for the years he had spent wandering with the Digimon.
The Kotemon asked about his soul-searching. Lazarus opened his mouth to reply -- Miles stopped thumbing through the sand and immediately looked to his Tamer. The redhead stopped himself, and got to his feet, wandering a few steps away. The more intense, orange roar of the fire faded behind him; instead gripping his form in a gently-burning crimson glow. He looked out over the starlit sea, and pressed a hand back into the pocket of his cargo shorts.
"You see, Chousen, the human world, sometimes..." Laz pulled the keepsake from his pocket, doing his best to keep it hidden from the other two. He pulled it in, kept it close to his chest, and gently turned it. "Sometimes it can be a difficult place." Miles went to cut him off, but his Tamer raised a low hand.
"Somebody close to me died, and, well, I can't really explain it, but..." Laz stuffed the keepsake back into his pocket, turned back towards the two Digimon, and moved forwards with a solemn, yet understanding look on his face. He allowed himself a gentle smile. In memoriam. "It just didn't feel right staying there any more."
Laz looked up towards Chousen, and widened his smile, allowing his voice to raise a little and letting a small chuckle escape.
"Sorry, man. Didn't mean to get all emotional on you." Miles relaxed, laying back down into the sand and picking up another cupful oi it in his armoured palms. "What about you? Why are you wandering?"
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Post by Chousen on Sept 19, 2017 15:45:51 GMT
Chousen listened intently, not once interrupting Laz as he told his tale. Helena... A nice name for a town, for sure. Did his own home town have a name? No, not that he could recall. No-one ever called it by name, for it was just the village. There was nothing else to the small community he came from. He could understand how the human world could be a difficult place to be;the digital world was very much similar in that regard. Although he was suspecting the reasons varied somewhat, as he knew that the human world was plotted with such large cities only a few in the digital world could complete, with most settlements being small villages plotted across the datascape.
"... Ha. 'Tis so odd." He managed to chuckle a bit himself once Laz finished and prodded into why Chousen was traveling. "For my reason is very similar to yours. I was raised by my master for as long as I could remember. A fine man, a fierce warrior, yet also a poet and master of etiquette unparalleled. At least, it was so until his life was taken." Thinking and talking about his master stung somewhere deep within the pint-sized ronin, but his voice kept it's calm quality during the discussion, never hinting at the sadness he held when he spoke those words. Master wouldn't wish for him to get gloomy and sobby every time he was talked about.
"I didn't exactly leave because he died. I suppose I left to try and find the purpose he had given unto me, the purpose I had not fully realized until he was gone. You see, my master taught me a lesson I hold very close to my heart." The long sleeved hand of the reptile ronin is lifted to feel against his chest, as if trying to find a heartbeat. "To take a life is the greatest power one has. 'Tis how we digimon live; taking the data of others and adding it unto ourselves. 'Tis the greatest we are, our apex."
Quiet sigh. "I suppose he died by that creed, being killed and taken unto another's composition. But I am planning on continuing his teachings. If I kill enough, I'll... Hopefully, reach the conclusion he must have been searching for as well. I am not sure what it'll be. Nirvana, inner peace, true power, or perhaps simple a content feeling of having had enough."
An abrupt chuckle left him as he shook his head and looked up to Laz. "Do not worry about me suddenly springing up and attempting an assault unto your person, of course. My goal is to be reached through honourable, fair combat. Anything lower than that would stain my whole journey as nothing but attack upon my credibility as a warrior." He held his honour in high regard, and it came first even compared to his own ideology.LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 21, 2017 0:12:43 GMT
"Same old story, ain't it, Chousen?" Lazarus shook his head upon hearing of the death of the Kotemon's master. "People killing people, Digimon killing Digimon." The redhead sipped at his bottle. "I guess, sometimes, this place isn't so different from Earth after all." He flicked his cigarette into the bonfire and laid back, listening intently to tales of contentment and data and Nirvana. Miles sat, staring into the flames, prodding the ashes and the coals and the embers with a blackened twig.
"You think absorbing as much data as you can as fast as you can will bring you inner peace?" The Flamedramon snapped his gaze up over the fire, focusing on the twin yellow beads behind the ronin's mask. "Your goals are your own, Kotemon, but, a word of warning." Miles sighed.
"Across many different planes of reality, we have met people who hunger for power, and Digimon who hunger for data." The Flamedramon shook his head, his voice lowering in tone and volume. "I've not once seen it bring them -- or their Tamers, for that matter -- anything close to inner peace, true power, Nirvana, or contentment." He poked at a coal, watching as it tumbled loose and gave birth to a flourish of embers, drifting upon the beachside winds.
"All I've seen is it grant an incorrigible, self-perpetuating desire for even more." Miles dropped the twig and shuffled back himself, breaking his glance with Chousen. "The well never runs dry." He sighed again. "The hole keeps on getting bigger."
"We got any fish left, Miles?" On cue, his stomach gurgled. The redhead had sat up. His beer was pressed firmly into the sand. The fire crackled in front of him. The Flamedramon shook his head. "Shame. All this talk about absorbing data's making me hungry." He chuckled dryly and laid back down. "Can't imagine how you two feel."
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Post by Chousen on Sept 21, 2017 13:38:42 GMT
"Hunger neverending is one way this could also go. I've considered the option many times upon this journey I set out to do." It was more than a possibility. With how long he'd been doing this, while never really advancing towards that feeling of satisfaction or enlightenment, he could be going through that never-ending hunger right now. He quickly shook those doubts from his head with the same thing he said every time. "But I do not think my master would have set up such a fool's ordeal unto me. He truly believed that there would be an end satisfying enough to justify all the death. It'd be an affront to think of his words as lies."
The serious quiet held its ground for a moment, although Laz's comment made him chuckle rather abruptly. "I do not think you'd enjoy the feeling of absorbing data. 'Tis not as filling as one would expect. Much more like a tingling feeling! And I feel as if there is a slightly uncomfortable itch right after, possibly due to the data trying to integrate itself fully into my coding. I am no expert, however. Perhaps the sensation is simply unique to me." Chousen shrugged very casually and kicked off some sand while in thought. The constant talk about data absorbing was getting him a little bit riled up, so maybe he should try and change the subject a little.
"Hm, the night is starting to set in... I suppose I should prepare to continue on my journey across the coast" The journey to nowhere in specific, that is. Maybe he should try and invest in a map the next village he found, or maybe he should try and set out to the open sea with his raft instead of carefully skidding across the coastline in hopes of not being swept away and drowning under the digital waves. While he was prepared to face an end on his journeys, death through drowning seemed like one of the more pathetic ways he could go about facing that end.
"Unless you would not mind camping with you here? If you are not planning on moving before the night sets in, that is. I would not wish to intrude."LAZARUS CARTER
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 22, 2017 17:04:48 GMT
"It feels like it's something you should enjoy, but... there's always something... just not quite right." The Flamedramon nodded at the little samurai. Laz flicked between them once more, and finished the last of his beer. He stabbed the upended bottle into the sand.
"Samurai's got a point, though, Miles. It's getting late, and, well, I'm beat." The redhead chuckled and shook his head. "Ain't relaxing on your vacation tiring work?" The Tamer trailed off, standing up and stretching his shoulders across his back. He stopped and looked at the Kotemon as he asked to stay.
"Damn, you're one polite little dude, aren't you?" Laz cracked the air in his knuckles idly and spat his cigarette butt into the gently-dying flames of the campfire. "We got a spare pillow?" He looked at the Flamedramon, who nodded.
"It doesn't exactly get cold enough to need a blanket out here. We just sleep on the beach..." Miles explained, rummaging through the meagre pile of their possessions as Lazarus kicked sand onto the fire. "...here we go..." As the redhead smoothed out a patch of sand with his feet, the bipedal reptile tossed the other Digimon a small, half-tattered cushion. "Isn't much, but it's all we've got."
It wasn't long until the Flamedramon had bordered himself off a strip of sand as a makeshift bedroll, and laid down himself. The stars were bright, now; they twinkled a silvery white past the gently-throbbing embers of the campfire.
Lazarus folded up his shades and pressed his head sideways onto the pillow. He let the last breeze of the midnight air bustle gently past the open tails of his shirt, and as his Digimon let his eyelids slowly close between the old, scorched chitin of his armour, the Tamer fell asleep.
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