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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 18, 2017 18:48:12 GMT
The gold road's sure a long road...
"Keep up, Miles!" The redhead Tamer swerved around palm trees, the ocean fading in the background behind him. Slats of blue with gold sand before them were visible between the trees. Before him, the undergrowth only thickened.
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days...
"You asshole," The Flamedramon appeared not long afterwards, seemingly weaving along the same slaloming path as his human compatriot. Upon one shoulder, he held a bulky, 90s battery-powered stereo. An old indie guitar lick whined as the next line of the song echoed. "This is your stereo!"
The pack on my back is aching...
Lazarus chuckled as he bounded around trees, widening the distance between himself and the Digimon. The wind billowed his Hawaiian shirt open; the spears of pale morning sunlight shooting through the canopy bounced off his tinted John Lennon glasses. There was a light, acoustic guitar slung over his back.
The straps seem to cut me like a knife...
Crack. Miles stomped on a bunch of twigs, and abandoned any attempts at poise or finesse. Instead of following his Tamer's direct path, he instead picked up a bead on him, and broke into a sprint.
The Madchester blues rock whined into another synth-bulked riff as the duo chased one another back through the light, sub-tropical jungle of the Golden Shores. It wasn't until it was too late that Miles, however, noticed Lazarus pressed up against a tree, having stopped.
The redhead was observing a duo in front of them, Tamer and Digimon, when his own partner slammed into the back of him at considerable speed. Laz spiralled forwards for another ten yards, whilst Miles bounced backwards, the stereo strap launching the bulky speaker around in a circle.
The Tamer managed to sit up just in time to watch his stereo crack the Flamedramon square on the snout, knocking him backwards into a mound of soil. He paused for a second, before bursting into hysterical laughter, the pair of them ten yards apart on the floor, with the Stone Roses still playing at max volume.
This wasn't exactly stealthy observation. The music continued to play.
The gold road's sure a long road...
fly on, little wing.
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NIGHTMARE
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Taki
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 20, 2017 0:41:34 GMT
Every now and then Masaru and Taki needed a break. A break from the towering skylines and the teenagers and the drama of factions. A break from hiding his digimon, who was pretty robust in size for a rooky, and a break from hauling said digimon's ass on his back half the time. While character and muscle building, it was a bit much. It was a break so that the boy could be his true self. And his true self wasn't real until his partner was free. Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, Masaru picked his way through the thicket towards the famous digital world's shoreline, his stocky partner trailing behind him as they made conversation (which meant Masaru in a monologue and Taki nodding every now and then). Not exactly being a dextrous sort, they had to start and stop every now and then to get his claws untangled from the underbrush, or help him clear some fallen obstacles. Eventually Masaru paused though, confusion on his face. The two exchanged a silent glance as the western music poured throughout the area, though thanks to a little digital who-knows-how its meaning was clear as day to him. And then immediately after that a red-headed man appeared through the trees and it turned into a three-way staredown, Masaru being too surprised to say anything at the sudden interruption. And then something big bounded into the guy from behind, there was a lot of falling and flying around, a bonk of a old timey stereo, and Taki scratched at his jaw ildly. "Woah." Masaru had never seen a flamedramon in person. To be fair, he'd seen few beyond rookies in person at all. Anything beyond that tended to be hard to hide in the big city. But his exclamation was followed by a: "you're pretty cool, dude! Strange I've never seen you before."At this point Masaru knew most of the faces of Tokyo tamers. But maybe he wasn't local? Hawaiian shirts, having a grand ole time with his champion digimon in the d-world... seemed like a blast though. LAZARUS CARTER so I told my mind, to be a little less colorblind
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 20, 2017 23:57:21 GMT
The jukebox had clattered somewhere between the two pairs during the fall. A disoriented Lazarus stared up as the human of the pair mouthed something at him. He had a hand at his stomach as his whooping begun to wind down.
"Dude I just can't hear you--"
Snap. With a single bared claw toward the stereo, the music vanished in an instant. Miles scratched the back of his neck and picked a small bundle of dry twigs out of a crevice in his armour.
"We don't get to Tokyo much." The Flamedramon waved as awkwardly as he could without a hand to shake. "I'm Miles, this is--"
"Fucken' dragon-ass fun-police stereo-killing Digimon prick--" Lazarus had, apparently, forgotten the presence of two others, as he regained his poise and dusted off his shorts. He returned to the conversation to find his own partner staring at him, as well as the duo of newcomers. He chuckled awkwardly. "I'm, uh, Laz. Sorry 'bout that."
Miles shook his head. The redhead produced a pack of Marlboros and lit one promptly, before offering them to the human of their pair of guests. He then stared down -- a fair distance -- towards a BlackAgumon, and scratched the back of his head.
"Just want to make it clear, little dude. I've got nothing against dragon Digimon. Or Digimon. At all." Lazarus continued to scratch the back of his head as Miles shut his eyes and started shaking his own. "I'd even consider myself something of a digital rights advocate. I'm all for getting you guys the vote and equal pay."
fly on, little wing.
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Taki
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 21, 2017 19:55:32 GMT
Their relationship was certainly an interesting one. Like equals, even though it was hard to imagine a human ever being equal with a digimon. 'Much like dogs,' Masaru thought, 'they don't deserve us.'The next few words spoken by Lazarus were met with the sounds of wind whistling through the trees and chirping of digital birds. Once again Masaru and Taki glanced at each other, before Masaru gave a sheepish laugh. "Ah, well... I mean he's a reptile, I think. Or maybe even a dinosaur. Definitely not a dragon! And I don't think he wants to work, so..." Confusion ensued as to what on earth the red-headed westerner was talking about and why social reform was being brought up. Masaru was starting to vibe better with the flamedramon than his human. But he could read his 'mon well enough, and though the blackagumon didn't show it the westerner had certainly won some brownie points for being Mr. digimon advocate. "I'm Taki, and this is Masaru." The latter gawking at the fact that his partner chose to speak at all. Clearing his throat, Masaru continued. "What are you guys doing out here?"LAZARUS CARTER so I told my mind, to be a little less colorblind
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Miles
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Post by LAZARUS CARTER on Sept 22, 2017 20:25:11 GMT
"Nice to meetcha, Masaru, Taki," Laz nodded at the pair of them in turn as Miles dusted off the stereo, and hoisted it back over his shoulder. "You mean out here as in the Digital World, or the beach?" He blew out lungfuls of wispy smoke and ashed the cigarette onto the leaves.
"We've been camped here for a few days. Eat some fish, drink some beers, have some campfires." The Tamer nodded in approval. "I encourage it. Therapeutic. High quality digital rehab experience." Miles caught up with him and gestured to the stereo, rolling the volume wheel so as to indicate it wasn't broken. Laz clapped twice in quick celebration, before letting his partner carry on. "If either of you need rehab, that is."
"As for the Digital World, we live out here." Miles offered nothing more than that. Laz wasn't keen to elaborate further. That statement always led to further questions. "You two?"
fly on, little wing.
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NIGHTMARE
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Taki
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 24, 2017 21:27:25 GMT
"Rehab?" The arched eyebrow said it all. Rehabilitation was preceded by a wrong that needed to be righted. A crime, an injury, a set of circumstances that required a rewiring. The oddball pair seemed entirely fine, mentally and physically, but then again the former was harder to determine. Or maybe they were just using the word superficially. And apparently they were hermits out here. For a moment Masaru wondered how he'd even live in the digital word. He'd have to eat digimon, presumably, for meat. But didn't they dissolve into data? Or maybe there were non-digimon animals out here? Frankly, he wasn't certain having not spend much time in this world at all. "It's a little tiring having to hide Taki all the time," was Masaru's reasoning, which was most of their reasoning being out here. "But hey, I won't say no if you guys don't mind the company! But... where do you get the beers?"LAZARUS CARTER so I told my mind, to be a little less colorblind
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