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New Arrivals Digicards On Mario Karts!

Characters: Everyone! (Only new arrivals are allowed in the Terminal Room)
When: 3 JUNE 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

Last month had been relatively calm, with only a new Dark Area being found.

But once again, that calm was disrupted. For the third consecutive time, an earthquake tore through the Digital World. One on the scale of the one that had brought so many of the current Chosen to the Digtal World. Once again, dozens of Chosen were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling once more and so were their partners. Mayhaps even some of the Choosen that have been here for a while, have predicted this to happen, today.

Every chute in the Terminal Room activated while the small Digimon known as Culumon trembled with excitement. There were so many lonely Digimon that had appeared recently and--finally-- their partners had arrived!

OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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[ Well now, this is awkward. There is a young boy, no older than twelve, with some very prominent cat ears and a tail wandering around with his brand new D-Terminal. He holds it with a puzzled look and keeps lightly tugging at the red bandana affixed around his neck (almost as if he's... kneading it?) with his free hand.

Whoever passes him by might end up with a hand clasping to their shirt before they can get much farther and the newbie note on the D-Terminal held up to them. ]

Hey, what does this say? What's going on here?

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[ Instead of going straight to his room assignment (or, well, figuring out where said assignment is), Sissel has decided to follow his nose instead. Being alive again is no easy task, and neither is suddenly turning human!

He's found himself at some kind of noodle stall with delicious smells wafting out of it and places his crossed arms across the spare space on the table, flops his chin on said arms and makes a demand that someone should probably explain isn't how people do things. Terriermon, affixed to his back like some kind of knapsack, seems similarly enthralled by the food and only nods in agreement. ]

Give me some of that, would you? It smells really good.

Edited 2013-06-04 17:51 (UTC)

Rarity had opened the D-Terminal and read the message, and stomached it the best she could, and stopped and looked at her strange, short new face in the screen, stomached that, too.

As she felt awkwardly with her new fingers splayed into the frills of her skirt for pockets with one hand and nudged the gadget into one with the other, she attempted to reach her will out to the smaller one, and balked.

"My horn."

She tried again, eyes wide and fixed on the thing - no crystal blue glow. She forced all of her focus onto that little machine, and saw nothing.

"My horn! Ah - you ...dearie... Look at my horn! What do you see?"

"I... see a twisty horn," said the ladybug.

"Just a horn? No... light, no magical glow?"

"No. Just a horn."

"What has this place done to my horn?!" Her hands were grabbing the ladybug's claws - whenever they'd started to do so. "Why - the change in shape I can deal with but I imagined that so long as I still have my horn -- "

"What are you?" The bug did not change expression and from its features couldn't - but its voice, which sounded like a young girl's, was demanding. "You're a Chosen Child. You're all supposed to look like this."

"Well, first of all I am not a child! And second of all, I'm a unicorn - I'm a unicorn! Or I was! For without unicorn magic what in the world am I supposed to call myself?!"

Her voice had gone frantically whinnying without whinnying and her brain was a twister of motion and haze and white noise, and somewhere in it were her needles glowing and looping through the air and slipping through cloth trailing string, mannequins coasting in a ballroom fashion to coordinate display - if she'd been sealed off of everything else that made her a pony then why in the world had she been allowed to keep her horn?

"Let me go, Rarity," said the ladybug. "Humans sure make do."

"Why, no, you don't understand! Without my magic - well! How am I supposed to -" Dead stop. Tone bounce. "You know my name?"

"I've been getting ready for when you'd show up."

Another pause for registration. "Do you have a name?"

The ladybug nodded. "Tentomon, thanks for asking."

Silence as she let her brain settle. Articulation formed of the thought of "destiny."

Edited 2013-06-04 17:51 (UTC)

[Tomorrow was the big day. Their attack on the giant face. Their first big battle with an army of their own.]

[So waking up in a strange room in a strange place would put a damper on anyone’s mood. And that anyone just so happened to be the redhead storming down the street. Orange sunglasses covered her glare, but anyone nearby can just feel the pulsing coming right off her. Her hand absent mindedly fidgeted with the strap to her rifle, making sure it stays close and on her at all times.]

Which way do I go...? [Her mumbling was cut off at the sudden sound of rustling behind her. She didn’t even need to turn around, she knew exactly what was following her, and it was already making her blood boil.] Stop following me already!

[Fanbeemon stopped dead in his tracks, stubbornly following her orders. This was their third time stopping like this, yet he always followed behind whenever she did start walking again.] Hey! What're you yelling at me for?

[The Digimon was indignant, ad he had every reason to be. But who was ever right or wrong in a misunderstanding.] Don’t give me that. I wake up in some weird room with no idea how I got there with some puffball telling me I'm in a different world and there's no way home? Just try to convince me this isn't some kind of beastman trap.

I told you this when you stormed past me the first time. We're not these beastmen-things, we're Digimon. And it isn't a trap! Didn't you get the memo? You're here because we need you!

Need me for what? Not even that message knows what's going on. This 'world' of yours looks pretty damn peaceful to me. I have somewhere I need to be, and that's where I'm going. I'm done with these games.

Stubborn fatass! I'm trying to tell you the truth and you won't even listen to a word I say. I waited all my life and the person I have to save this world with is an idiot of a human like you?

Stupid bug! [The limit passed, and Yoko flung the gun around her body and into her hands. The weight was nothing to her as she quickly took aim and pulled the trigger-]

It won’t work.

-W-what? [Her eyes widened; the bug was right. She pulled the trigger again and again and again. No way, Leeron just calibrated it. It should be working better than fine.] What did you-

We didn’t do anything to your toy. [Yoko’s brows furrowed and her body quivered, but she didn’t act on it. Fanbeemon was finally getting the audience he was after.] The only way either of us is going to get anywhere is if we work together. That’s why you have that Digivice Yoko. We’re partners and we have to trust eachother.

[Not once did Yoko ever mention her name since she woke up in this place. And, the beastmen only knew of Kamina’s name. Him and Gurren Lagann. She hasn’t seen anyone else from Team Dai-Gurren. So why? Why would they concern themselves with kidnapping a complete nobody alone from a guarded camp? The more she thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t line up.]

[This little beastman- or Digimon. Whatever he calls himself. Yoko didn’t want to trust him, much less have anything to do with him. So what was with this feeling in the pit of her stomach? Why did it feel like he was telling her the truth?]

…This place. What is it really?

[Jinx and her Tsukaimon partner are at said noodle stall when the boy shows up and eye him suspiciously. Almost automatically the Tsukaimon starts narrating]

In a big City like Tokyo there's a million stories and a million faces. Sometimes a single person can have more then their share. And sometimes a new face can bring with it new stories.

[The pink haired girl rolls her eyes]

Not up to your usual standards Noir.

So me I'm eating.

[The pudgy winged mon slurps up his noodles trying to hide his shame at being called out]

[Beastboy and his partner Rita the Psychmon happened to be passing through at the time of the argument and decided now that they are cooling off would be a good time to speak up. The green teen approaches waving a gloved hand to get their attention while his partner hangs a step behind shyly]

This is just a guess but I'm thinking you're uh...new.

[And he'll just try very hard not to look at her skimpy outfit. His cheeks are red though]

[ Without fully turning to face her, Sissel's ear twitches in Jinx's direction, brow furrowing on instinct more than to make some sort of point. He's still new to this whole facial expression thing. ]

Are you talking about me there?

Sure sounds like it. Our ears are too big to not overhear!

[She sighs]

Yes he is, just try to ignore him.

You can't ignore the truth, no matter how hard you try. It eats away at you like a hole in your gut, digging deeper, swallowing up everything about you until-

[She shoves a breadstick in his mouth and he is stifled for a moment]

Even if they are new that's no reason for you to be so invasive.

If that's how he likes talking about people, he should write a book!

[ Sissel finally turns to see what Jinx is doing, nostrils twitching as the delicious scents keep assaulting him. The digimon behind the bar seems to be whipping something up anyway, even if Sissel's already getting rather impatient. ]

What's this about being new? You mean, people who just got here? [ Hmm... ] Is that really the only way into this place? It was like suddenly I was the toy mouse getting whipped around everywhere.

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[Jinx has some crispy wontons in front of her and she's sipping a cup of what appears to be sake, how old is she!?]

Yeah that's about the size of it. Forces beyond our control dragged us here to save the world but there's still no obvious villain or task to accomplish.

The great mystery continues, every day new pieces fall into place.

More like every few weeks maybe.

So it's a mystery... with nowhere to start?

[ Sissel reaches for a wonton without even asking. What? It's not like anyone's ever tried to teach a kitten manners before! ]

Just great. Can't get enough of those.

Sure seems that way.

[With grace and dexterity she twirls her chopsticks around in her fingers and whaps his hand with them]

Buy your own.

I bought yours.

You have to look after me. You're my partner.

You only say that when you want something.

[ Sissel snaps his hand back, looking affronted and more than a little confused. That... that's pain, right? He hasn't felt it in ten years; it's hard to even remember he's supposed to. ]

Hey! Watch it!

It's okay, Sissel! We're getting our own, see?

But there's food right there already... And how am I supposed to buy stuff, anyway?

[There's a pause as Jinx's eyes narrow and she studies the younger boy. Her pupils are the same shape as a cats interesting enough]

Oh...I think I get it now.

Get what?

[To test her theory she rolls up the paper wrapper from a stray till it's a thin twisty piece and twitches it like a cat toy in her fingertips]

[ Good idea, Jinx. Sissel can't help it, something moving out of nowhere and instincts has him jerking for it to try and snatch it in his hand, fingers poised for his nails to get a hold if he can. What's it doing?

Terriermon bobs with the sudden motion from his position on Sissel's back, and clasps a paw to his mouth to keep from snickering. ]

Ah—!

[A coy smirk]

I knew it~

Knew what? Clue me in Doll.

Remember how Fluttershy said she wasn't human before she got here?

[Jinx reaches out and gives the kid a skritch behind his ear]

I'm guessing this cat boy was more cat then boy.

Eureka?

[ Sissel's ear twitches and he pulls back halfway at the approach of a hand he doesn't know, but then he's getting scritches and he can definitely deal with it for now. He leans into it, clearly enjoying it. However, ear scratches are not going to keep him from being smarmy. ]

Wasn't it obvious already?

Not as obvious as you might think.

[Stops petting him to resume her meal]

Either way you're mostly human now so you'll have to learn how to deal. Starting with only stealing food from people too slow or stupid to notice or stop you.

[Noir seems to consider this and slides his bowl away from them]

[ Sissel plops his chin back on the table while he watches her eat. The tip of his tail is swishing back and forth where it nearly meets the ground. ]

What if I said please? Isn't that what people do?

Correct. Then it's not stealing, it's asking.

Which is better then stealing.

But more boring and less fun.

You're a bad influence.

Obviously.

[ Sissel puts a smile on, ears high. ]

In that case... Please?

Oh come on, Sissel! Our food's almost ready! Give it a moment.

Why can't I go for both?

[Smirks at him]

No~

Aw come on Doll! Don't be like that he's just a kid...or kitten. Something.

Just because he asks doesn't mean he gets. That's another part of being human.

Is that why you steal?

One of many reasons.

[Noir rolls his eyes and puts some noodles in a sauce dish passing it to the catboy apparently trying to make up for how greedy Jinx is]

[ Sissel sits up at the offer of food, leaning over as if to start eating when suddenly Terriermon's ears puff out behind him, pulling Sissel back — nearly off the stool, in fact! — before he lets the air out and Sissel regains his balance. ]

What was that for, Terrier?!

Don't use your snout, use your hands! That's what we've got 'em for, you see?

Oh... Fine, I guess I can see the point of that. [ Which means he then begins to pick up small handfuls to bring to his mouth instead. Baby steps! Of course, he does know what utensils are and how people use them, but he never really did get the why of it. If people can pick things up, why not cut out the middle man? ]

[Jinx pulls a face and adjusts her grip on the chop sticks she was using]

You use your hands to keep your face clean. You use utensils to keep your hands clean.

Cats are like Tailmon right? I've never seen a Tailmon eat with their snout.

[It took a lot of effort, but Shark was finally, finally able to get away from the obnoxious white thing. He had to rebuff the uncountable requests to play by actually physically shoving his hand in Culumon's face and he was able to escape from the Terminal Room without having to play.

But he couldn't do anything about the Digimon that insisted on following him around everywhere. Gotsumon was persistent, like certain people he knew. And no matter what he did, he couldn't shake her (it had taken an hour for her just to get him to stop calling her an "it"). Finally, he resigned himself to accepting and acknowledging her presence.

Shark didn't want to go to the apartments yet. Actually, he intended to put it off as long as possible. So instead, he was going to familiarize himself with the city. Eventually, he finds himself at the marketplace, seated on a picnic table across from Gotsumon.

There's something about Terminal Tokyo that reminds him of Heartland City a little. Perhaps it's because Heartland is a high tech place. Or maybe it's just the general atmosphere, who knows? But any thoughts he has are interrupted by Gotsumon who crosses her arms at him and speaks.]

Familiarize yourself with this place quickly, Ryoga. I won't have a weakling as a partner.

[Shark allows himself to smirk. Slightly.]

Same to you. Don't you dare hold me back. So, tell me, Gotsumon, can Digimon play Duel Monsters?

You mean that silly deck of cards you carry around? Never even heard of it.

I refuse to have a partner who can't duel. Now be quiet and listen.

Ryo- [Gotsumon cuts herself off because...well, she is kind of curious. And the two of them start a conversation on the basics of Duel Monsters as Shark pulls out his deck and starts showing her individual cards.]

That's what tongues are for, keeping your hands clean. [ Check and mate! Sissel continues to nibble on the noodles until the cooking-mon finally plops a large bowl of ramen chock full of meat, vegetables and even an egg in front of him, big enough for himself and his partner. It's a special for the Chosen Children... but that doesn't mean it's free. ]

92 bit.

Huh? How many what?

92 bit, for you and your floppy-eared friend there.

Uh... [ Sissel tilts his head in obvious confusion of what he's supposed to do with the demand. ] Well, maybe if I knew what that was?

It's payment! I make you food, you make me money. Ya geddit?

No. I don't.

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