thefolder | play, play, play! (april 2013-- game start!)

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play, play, play! (april 2013-- game start!)

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: 4 March 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

The Digital World had been having a great deal of earthquakes the last six months. The first was the largest of them and had ended in the shifting of the planes. Since then earthquakes happened periodically, often sending new Chosen Children with it. At first it was Chosen that the Digital World knew and rejoiced, but now and then it would send new Chosen.

Today was different, however. The earthquake that rattled the Digital World felt almost as bad as the first, but there was a difference this time. Suddenly dozens of children were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling and so were their partners...

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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So far, Espio could deal with almost everything. Resisting the urge to hurl Culumon through a wall was a little tricky, but he could deal with this whole 'Digital World' business. He could handle being in another world. He could handle the idea of saving this other world from whatever it turned out it needed saving from. He could deal with the blue dog thing - Gaomon - and his quiet and overly serious demeanor.

What he didn't think he could deal with, though, was the change of species.

"Must you play with your hair?" Gaomon questioned, as Espio sat on the ground crosslegged, fidgeting with the irritating mess that was on his head.

"I'm not playing," Espio argued. "I'm trying to figure out what to do with it!"

"There are many things we should do," Gaomon insisted. "For example, visiting your apartment. You are delaying."

"Why is it so long?! It's in my eyes!"

"Espio. You're not listening."

"And there's a horn on my forehead!" Espio exclaimed, prompting Gaomon to sigh and seat himself on the ground next to him, apparently deciding to just let Espio get it out of his system. "So, I've got a tail, and the tiniest nobble of a horn that you can't even see, and that's the extent of what I'm actually supposed to be. Why've I been left with those details? Why can't I just be my normal self, anyway? And why are humans all so tall?"

"Do let me know when you've finished."

Edited 2013-04-05 01:08 (UTC)

[Tail, you say? Because that might just catch Gar's attention as he bounds over when he spots it.]

Whoa, cool. You also have a tail. [Yep, forgetting the immediate issues here.] And uh-- you could go get a haircut, or maybe comb it backwards.

[Sitting outside the main terminal building, his back against the structure's wall, is a brown-haired boy currently a million miles away in thought, turning his Digivice over and over in his hand. Next to him is a silver, metal Digimon that resembles the unfortunate coupling of a beetle and a taser. He looks about as concerned as the boy looks totally out of it.]

Are you sure you're feeling well? Human biology isn't one of my areas of expertise, but I'm sure we could find someone-

[The boy cuts him off.] I'm fine, really.

[It's the fifth time he's said it, and it still sounds almost emotionless. Maybe it's because he's using every bit of his brain to try and understand this impossible situation, to process everything he's just been told. Or maybe he's just too emotionally exhausted to really give a damn any more. Either way, it's not helping to reassure Kokuwamon, who still looks over his partner with as much concern as two little red light eyes can muster.]

This just can't be happening. [Shinji mutters it again, another phrase he's repeated over and over during the ten minutes he's been sitting ni this spot.] But I guess it has to be. I can't wait here while I lie to myself.

[He finally stands, much to Kokuwamon's delight, but doesn't walk forward.]

So. Now what?

[He looks around, as if waiting for someone to prompt him to actually advance further.]

[Now? Shinji might have to duck when Hawkmon starts flying overhead, almost screeching as he tries to get Gar to stop running around and poking at digimon, or things. Also why he might just be there nearby to stare at Kokuwamon, wide-eyed and in awe.]

Is that a giant silver beetle? That is way cool.

[Shinji lets out a not remotely manly yep and ducks to avoid the bird, hands going up over his head. Kokuwamon seems rather unphased by it, probably because he's too busy getting a swelled ego from the compliment.]

Why yes, yes I am! It's so perceptive of you to notice, sir! You have very good taste.

[Shinji puts a hand on Kokuwamon's head.] And that's an interesting, uh. Bird you have.

Hawkmon. Under the species Accipitrinae, except he can walk and talk and--

I believe he's gotten the point. I'm sorry for nearly hitting you.

Right. Okay. Sooo, what's your name, mister? And who's your friend?

[Shinji isn't sure orders really apply any more, but this guy seems nice enough and he doesn't want to get the conversation off to a bad start.]

Oh. I'm Shinji, and the egomaniac here is Kokuwamon.

Rude.

Nice to meet you! [He grins at that, tail swishing behind him.]

I told you his name already, and I'm Beast Boy! So uh, any chance you know this place more than I do? Because I think I'm lost.

[Shinji cocks his head, going from neutral to confused in 0.5 seconds.]

Uh, no, I just...got here. [A beat.] Aren't you a Digimon too?

I wish. [Well, he just wants to be able to shapeshift again. This place is being horrible about that.] I'm human with a dabble of martian. I used to be able to shapeshift before I came here, you know.

[The confusion turns into an outright blank stare as the gears turn and Shinji attempts to wrap his mind around this.]

Martian.

[Yeah, he's going to be stuck on that.]

Yep. Awesome, huh?

I don't think he's very impressed.

Well, it's not it's such a big deal. I mean, Martians are the best.

[ Needless to say, Koushirou Izumi -- that is to say, the younger Koushirou Izumi -- was currently very bemused, and concerned. He walked out of the Terminal with his laptop in its case on his back, not even bothering to have taken it out yet. But during all the chaos, he had finally located -- ]

Pabumon!! Are you okay?

[ Pabumon gives some very excited "pabu!!"'s upon spotting Koushirou, and tries to scoot over to the partner he hadn't seen in a while, but Koushirou reaches him first and immediately scoops Pabumon into his arms. ]

Great, you are! It's good to see you again!...

[ Pabumon gives another excited "pabu!!" in agreement, snuggling against him; and Koushirou holds him a bit closer. ]

But I haven't had time to analyze the situation outside what I heard from Culumon and -- the "other me"... but he must be trying to help everyone, right?... -- I should do my best, too.

[ he falls quiet, simply holding Pabumon close as his Digimon babbles in encouragement. He's not quite ready to let Pabumon go in order to reach for his computer; just yet. ]

"Now what was that Culumon thing saying about having a partner…?" Jack mused, just as he noticed something walking toward him out of the corner of his eye.

"Hello there, I'm Hawkmon! You must be my partner!"

Jack cocked an eyebrow as he turned toward it. It was an eagle, wearing a headband with one feather sticking up, and it looked...very happy to see him.

"What's your name?" it asked, smiling cheerfully.

"Jack," he answered, bemused. "Jack Frost."

"It's nice to meet you, Jack." The bird held out a wing, and Jack took it, shaking.

"It's...nice to meet you, too." Jack smiled, knowing now that he didn't have to worry about being alone here. Even if it was like before, and no one could see him anymore...at least he had a partner with him this time.

Hiccup and his partner Gomamon had been talking to each other on the bench Hiccup found to sit on when Gomamon stood up in Hiccup's lap, putting one of his fins on the boy's chest for a moment to get him to stop talking. "Hold up a sec Hic, do you see that kid??"

He points with a claw towards Jack and Hawkmon, just as the two are shaking hands/wings. Hiccup blinks a few times, not really seeing anything...out of the ordinary with him, save perhaps for his blindingly white hair, coupled with a blue hoodie that seemed to be coated with a thin layer of frost. Plus, he wasn't wearing shoes.

"What am I....looking for, exactly?"

"He looks so...so weird, don'tcha think?" The little digimon snickers, suddenly turning so he can jump up onto Hiccup's shoulder. "Come on, up, up! Let's go talk to 'em!"

Hiccup grimaces and stands up quickly as Gomamon situates himself on the boy's shoulders, wrapping his front fins around Hiccup's neck. With a heavy sigh though he consents, approaching as he hisses to Gomamon out of the corner of his mouth, "Fine...but you better not make fun of him."

"Whaaat, we're partners now! Don'tcha trust me Hic?"

"...No. No, not at all."

Jack tilts his head as he sees someone approaching. A boy, dressed like he's from a few hundred years ago...with a small monster on his back. But more...it looks like they're walking toward...him. Does that mean...?

"Hawkmon...are they walking towards us?" he asked his partner, who eyes him curiously.

"Yeah, it does. Is something wrong with that?"

"No...it means..." Jack's voice trails off as he goes to meet the other pair.

Hawkmon stares after him, about to say something, but not sure what. He doesn't like not knowing what's wrong with his partner.

As Jack steps forward, he can't help but shake with nervousness. He grips his staff, leaning forward on it and masking his anxiety with a winning smile.

"Hey! Are you another Chosen?"

When Jack approaches, Hiccup quickly adopts what he hopes is an amiable smile, a bit nervous since Gomamon hasn't proven yet that he can be very...polite.

"Sure am." Not only does Hiccup speak to Jack, but he also makes direct eye contact with the spirit. There's absolutely no doubt that he can really see him. "Though I don't know how thrilled I am to be here, exactly.."

Jack stops dead in his tracks, and the next second stretches into an eon.

Three hundred years...he'd never gotten to talk to someone his own age. Or even close. He'd call, and shout, and yell...and they'd just walk right through him. But now he's standing here, right in front of a guy who couldn't be that much younger than he is. They're making eye contact...

He heard me. He sees me.

The thought plays through Jack's head over and over again, what could've been thousands of times, all just in the course of that one second.

But the boy and his Digimon wouldn't know - not unless they look close, and see tears brimming Jack's eyes as that smile doesn't waver even for a moment.

"Give it a while, it'll probably grow on you," Jack says, holding out a hand. "The name's Jack Frost."

Hiccup returns the gesture with his small smile still unwavering. He's completely unaware of the impact that his noticing Jack has on him- ...as well as he's unaware of the impact the simple handshake probably has, as well. "Nice to meet you, Jack."

Though after a pause Hiccup tilts his head slightly, as if to get a better look at Jack. "....I don't know why but....you....you seem really familiar, somehow."

Jack can't help but suck in a breath as he feels the hand touch his. It's almost like the last three hundred years have all just been sucked away, in that single instant. His smile grows a bit wider, and he hopes that the guy doesn't notice the sudden reaction.

"Guess I just have one of those faces." He didn't have his powers here, so why go around telling everyone who he was? That wasn't the important part of his job anyway.

But as Jack and Hiccup shake hands, Hawkmon flutters up to fly near Jack's shoulder - an easy vantage point to keep watch over his partner. And since he's more intent on his partner, he notices what the other Chosen and his Digimon don't. He doesn't say anything, but he can see Jack's eyes...and the tears that are just barely held back.

"Yeah....that must be it." Of course, Jack Frost is so much more of a familiar figure to Hiccup than he truly realizes. Vikings are notorious for being set in their beliefs, and Jack Frost- or Jokul Frosti as he is known on Berk- is one of those figures they believe in the strongest.

Then again, Hiccup was probably just a child, barely a toddler when he spotted Jack making his way through the trees, covering Berk with a thick blanket of snow. That wasn't even a memory anymore. Just a dream.

Gomamon scoots forwards a bit to get a better look at Jack and Hawkmon, smirking slightly, "Well aren'cha both quite the pair, huh? ...can't say I've ever seen a human with white hair before."

"That so? And how many humans have you seen?" Jack just smirks back, not minding the teasing in the slightest. Hawkmon gives Jack a tilt of his head, certain now that there's much more to this young man than he's telling.

"Um. .....Touche." Gomamon snickers and waves a claw at Jack. Well normally he would have gotten an angry remark, but that was new. ..He liked it. "I like you kid."

That gets a chuckle out of Jack, though Hawkmon isn't sure what to make of it.

"Didn't get your names," Jack says, still grinning.

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