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Post by Hideo Kino on Oct 3, 2017 2:38:47 GMT
 Ever since Hideo got his digivice and Kuki, it was like an invisible event switch was turned on for him. Almost every few days, some crazy event was happening, with digimon being involved one way or another. He'd barely made any effort to look for trouble - it just always seemed to find him. Even if he was just waiting for a bus to get back from school. The indent of the seat that the KoKabuterimon made a few days back was still there - he was actually sitting on it. Or rather, in it. He kept slowly sliding towards it that he decided be might as well stay in it until it got fixed. Much less irritating that way. He recalled Yun's words from that night he was testing out his cards. About how his life was now irrevocably intertwined with the world of digimon. His words rang truer with each passing day. Not that he hoped that Yun was lying to him, but he was realizing how wholly unprepared he was for the whole deal. But to his fortune, nothing actually harmful came his way. Yes, his life had become much busier, but apart from that debacle over at the Buster's Tournament, he hadn't really had to deal with anything bad. Every tamer he'd met was nice to him, or at least avoided doing anything bad to him. So he didn't feel like he was at risk, sitting at that remote bus station on his own. Convincing Kuki to stay at home was gradually getting easier with each passing day as he found out ways to keep her pacified. It was why yet again, he was without his cards, his digivice, or his partner, all three of which he assumed were just lying around in his room. It was a little cool out today, and the weather station told him it was overcast - which was corroborated by just about everyone else talking about how it looked like it could rain at any moment. Good thing this bus station had a solid roof to it, but just in case, his mom made him bring an umbrella with him. It just sat uselessly on his lap, along with his folded-up cane. He lied back on the seat, his backpack providing a rather hard cushion against the back of the bench. Just a matter of waiting for the bus to get here, but he half expected someone to come here and strike up a conversation with him. Or just take a seat next to him. Until then, he'd just be humming another tune to himself, going along with a song from a game his sister Nep had been playing the other day. Going off of memory was easy enough - it was a catchy song. No cards or digivice (or digimon)~ |
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Post by sopdet on Oct 5, 2017 1:28:39 GMT
To some people, the short cloaked man(?) that seemed to just had been wandering about aimlessly, grumbling to himself; seemed more than just odd. His attire of course was already extremely peculiar, there more or less being not even an inch of his body that wasn't covered or hidden in the darkness of the cloak he wore over his face. The only real tell of emotion one could garner from his obscured face were two eyes with red sclera and yellow pupils, they swiveling wildly and unnaturally.
He cursed to himself at how confusing humans had to make their cities, finding their layouts to be overly peculiar. It felt like they were more just pointless mazes, more routes added to the mess over time like the limbs of a bush. He missed how simplistic File City could be, for at least IT had some rhyme and reason. Despite his frustrations, the obscured Digimon only decided to strengthen his resolve to complete his mission.
His master needed a human, and not just any human. He needed a tamer. Anyone would have done fine frankly at this rate, but unfortunately that seemed to be far more difficult than some Digimon would expect. Turns out these tamers tended to hide that identity from most others, which made trying to isolate and capture one (hopefully without their partner interfering) a difficult task. It was a good thing he was a patient mon.
The short Digimon grumbled to himself as he continued to wander about aimlessly, eventually finding what these humans seemed to refer to as a "bus stop". A form of service it seemed provided to their community in the form of transportation, often utilizing human tender. A peculiar service that reminded him of the Trailmons in a way. Seeing his current attempts futile, he swiftly made haste to the
A smaller human was sitting alone at the station, humming what could only be assumed to be some form of melody. The human equivalent of a Rookie level perhaps? On one hand, he couldn't help but smell what he felt was the faint odor of a Digimon... but these humans had so many varying scents that it was impossible for him to do anything but make assumptions at this point. Instead of acting on a impulse, he silently took a seat on the far opposite side of the bench; attempting to only keep eye contact with the road.
No need to associate with small fry after all.
The mystery man/mon(?) has appeared!
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Post by Hideo Kino on Oct 6, 2017 1:57:22 GMT
It wasn't like nobody walked around this area. Despite how remote it was, there was a decent number of people that passed through it. Never more than one person at a time, as far as he could tell, and it was easy to tell when they were going by.
With so little to keep track of, it was easy to notice when someone would stop for some reason. It was always a fun little game to guess why - some did it to make or answer a phone call, others did it because they accidentally dropped something. Most rare of all, some did it because they were going to sit down at the bus stop.
When one set of footsteps did stop close to the bus stop, it was time to play that game again. No sound of a ringtone or beeping, so they weren't stopping to make a phone call. He didn't hear anything hit the ground, and people who dropped things usually made some kind of exclamation in surprise, so that was unlikely.
And then he heard the steps again, but they were moving towards the stop itself. Ah, so it seemed like this guy actually was here to take a seat!
...though he wasn't sure if the guy was actually sitting down at the stop. He had walked close to the bench, all the way on the other side. But Hideo couldn't tell if he was actually sitting. Not that it mattered. This guy was here, sitting or standing at the bus stop. He hadn't said anything to the boy, just...staying there.
Not too surprising. But Hideo was feeling a little bored at the moment - perhaps withdrawal from all the excitement he had been going through the past few weeks. It'd just be a small conversation - nothing harmful.
"Hey," he said, turning to lookl towards the other side of the bench where the other guy either stood or sat, though his eyes were still closed as always. "You here for the bus too? It might not get here for a while."The answer didn't matter. It was more to start a conversation, to get a chance to move it on somewhere else. |
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Post by sopdet on Oct 10, 2017 0:20:22 GMT
The mystery man idled to himself, pulling out a feathered fan and fanning himself briefly. Not that it was hot, but merely because it was a habit of his. Being stuffed up in this disguise of his was rather irritating, but it was necessary. Keeping the identity of Digimon a secret amongst the majority of humans was far more preferable to his master's personal plans.
Find a tamer. It was all he needed to do. His master said it should be a simple job, but he still worried about the consequences were he to fail.
Failure was not an option frankly.
As he mused to himself, he actually jolted slightly as he was spoken to by the small Rookie-level human. Oh dear... he had not memorized his lines! Act natural. Just have to act natural. He fidgeted around for a moment, coughing briefly before speaking up. "Err, yes! Yes I am. I am here to get onto the bus like normal humans do. Perfectly normal if I do say so myself!" He'd exclaim, attempting to try and pass off his movements as morenatural. Of course, he was fairly unaware that said human was blind; but then again how was HE supposed to know that?
The mystery man/mon(?) has appeared!
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Post by Hideo Kino on Oct 10, 2017 3:51:45 GMT
Pffffft.Hideo had to stop himself from laughing at the guy's response, and somehow managed to get away with only a quiet snort and a grin.Were he not aware of digimon, this might have just passed off as someone acting intentionally goofy. Maybe even lacking proficiency in speaking Japanese and just speaking awkwardly. Or just a normal person that had difficulty with social interaction and blurted out something inane.
But he knew digimon were real creatures. And it wouldn't be the first time he met a digimon out of nowhere. Heck, it wouldn't even be the first time he met a digimon at this very bus stop, though that one hadn't exactly put any effort into hiding what he was (which lead to a few problems).
It didn't confirm anything, but he had a hunch. And he had to find out how to get the answer from this guy. He couldn't just outright ask if the guy was a digimon: he did have to keep digimon a secret from non-tamers, and if he was wrong, he risked breaking the masquerade, which would mean big trouble.
He'd start with something innocuous.
"You know," he began, speaking with a matter-of-factly tone, "this bus costs money to go on if you don't have a bus pass." He doubted digimon carried money around with them - he'd yet to meet any that wore any clothing, which meant they had no pockets to carry things in. And if this guy wasn't a digimon, then he could just pass it off as friendly advice.
He kept facing towards the road, his eyes closed. "If you don't have any, I can lend you some." He did have enough change with him in his coin purse to pay for the bus ride back, a precaution in case he somehow lost his bus pass. Again. |
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Post by sopdet on Oct 12, 2017 2:48:58 GMT
The Digimon tended to think of himself as a bit of an intellectual... so he was frankly somewhat embarrassed to be hearing such a key detail that he had not been aware of. Bloody hell, of course these humans would be monetizing everything they could manage. He damn well imagined they'd give a value to oxygen if they could. "Err... oh dear! I may have left my bus pass and wallet in my other set of skin." He'd attempt to pass off his lack of foresight about researching human transportation as merely his own forgetfulness.
Humans were very good at making excuses after all.
What he was however surprised by was the child's generosity, he actually taken aback by the offer. He was just... offering money? His bright red eyes squinted visibly, a look of confusion on his face. Frankly, it was a bit of a suspicious offer. Back where he was from, if someone was acting kind or hospitable, there was an underlying motive. He found it hard to believe that just anyone would be willing to pay for even a small bus fare unless they were merely trying to show off their wealth. "... There a particular reason you are offering this to me? I'd prefer not entangling myself into more bad deals nowadays thank you." He'd comment, not entirely convinced by the kid's motives.
The mystery man/mon(?) has appeared!
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Post by Hideo Kino on Oct 13, 2017 1:02:46 GMT
Hmmm.Once again, the man worded things in a way he wouldn't expect a human to; he didn't know a single person who'd refer to their jacket or pants as "another set of skin". And just as he assumed, this guy didn't have any wallet or money with him.
But that still wasn't conclusive evidence that this guy was a digimon. "Another set of skin" could've just been an expression he was hearing for the first time. Or maybe he was just a foreigner that wasn't completely proficient in Japanese, though he didn't really think on how someone would mix those words up.
The guy did seem a bit suspicious about his offer. And to be fair, Hideo's intentions weren't 100% altruistic, albeit innocent. Outright stating them was out of the question, so he'd just have to use a truth to tell a lie.
"I've had that happen to me before," he conceded, carefully counting out the money he'd be giving away. "A couple of years ago, I was sitting at this bus stop and didn't realize that I forgot my pass until the bus got here, and I had spent all my money on snacks. When I found out it was missing, I was crying my eyes out. I thought I'd be stuck there until the next day!"
He finished counting out the money, putting the coin purse back in his pocket. 300 yen would be enough for bus fare, with some change to spare. "I got lucky that one of my classmates were there to explain what had happened. I was blubbering so much that I couldn't even get any words out!" His cheeks reddened slightly, though he let out a small laugh. "The bus driver said I could ride for free that day, since he knew I really did have a bus pass. But he made sure I knew never to forget it again!"
"What I mean is that I got lucky that day. I had a classmate that could explain everything, and a bus driver who knew I wasn't lying to him. But I don't know if you'd be as fortunate, so it's best to be safe about it and make sure you have some money to pay with. If you don't have to pay for the ride, you can just give the money back!"
He outstretched his hand, with the 300 yen in it, all coins. "...could you come over here to pick it up? I'm not really sure where you are." That much was true - he knew the guy was on the other side of the bench, but how far he was was a mystery. Feeling around for the guy while advancing towards him was bound to look awkward, especially with all the stuff he had under his arms already.
And if he did come over, then he'd get to learn a little more about him: if his footsteps sounded off, like they clanked against with the sound of claws or metal touching the ground, or if he walked with more than two feet. Plus, he could get a chance to feel what his hands were like, to check if they were human-like or something else.
A simple, harmless trap. But would it work? |
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Post by sopdet on Oct 23, 2017 23:01:39 GMT
Human culture just was so perplexing it seemed. A mixture of altruism, yet hard lessons? A curious combination, but not one that was too far-fetched for a Digimon. You either succeeded at whatever your heart fancied... or paid the conseqeunces. Usually with your life, though seemed that it was not to that extreme here. "Hmm. Where I hail from, I admit... things are not always as clear-cut. Failure is not something my people seem to tolerate." He'd muse, a bit of a shiver going down his spine. One thing that did confuse him though was the human's... poor eyesight? While he was sure that his shoddy disguise at least hid his true nature, there was no feasible way as far as he knew that they could NOT see him. "Hmm? But I am right here child? Is that not obvious?" The hooded mon would ask with genuine confusion as he proceeded to take the few coins that were being offered to him, his fingers notably tipped with talons. For a moment, he decided to test out the limits of the boy's supposed poor eyesight. He lowered the hood that obscured his face, revealing a humanoid face with pale white skin; though a dual-colored mask covered it still. Sakusimon's red monocle-like oculus on the right side of his face swiveled it's yellow pupil about wildly, keeping a close eye on it's owner's surroundings. Still, he stared at the child... as if anticipating a reaction.
Sakusimon has revealed himself to Hideo.
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Post by Hideo Kino on Oct 24, 2017 1:22:26 GMT
Foreigner sounded more like the correct choice as he spoke to the man. Saying that failure wasn't tolerated seemed pretty harsh, but Hideo wasn't familiar with every culture out there. Though it didn't make it any less likely that this guy was actually a digimon - all it did was confirm was that he wasn't from around these parts of Tokyo.
Hideo would give the man the same answer as he gave the last digimon that was here, even if this question was worded somewhat differently. "Well, I can't really see where you are. I'm blind, so I can't really see anything. Been that way since I was born."
And then Hideo had gotten what he wanted: the man walked over to him, Hideo could hear metallic tapping with each step. There was the possibility it was just a man wearing metal boots, but that was far too unlikely. What cinched it was when the man accepted the money, his fingers felt like they had bird talons at the end of them. No way could those be passed off as anything someone would wear.
And so, the digimon would get the reaction that he sought: a smile born of satisfaction grew on Hideo's face before the digimon even took down his hood. "But even if I can't see what you look like...I think I know what you are. You're a digimon, aren't you?"
Thinking about the current situation a bit more, Hideo realized that from how the digimon acted, he was trying to act discreet. The sound of pulling down a hood must have meant he was wearing some kind of hooded disguise, and with the way he acted as if he simply forgot his money/pass may have meant he was trying to sneak around without revealing what he was. Which made perfect sense to the child: the last digimon that he knew wandering on its own was pursued by Busters trying to kill it.
But it may have also meant that he would be in trouble if he got revealed by some random kid. But Hideo wasn't some random kid. "You don't have to worry about me knowing: I'm actually a tamer myself. I got a partner and digivice and everything...though not with me at the moment. I won't tell anyone you were here by yourself, so you don't have to worry about the Busters coming after you."
He let out a small chuckle. "You know, you're not the first digimon I met at this bus stop. The last one that visited me left this little indent. The one I'm sitting in right now." |
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