Subject: [o] of fabrics and fabrications 270 views

[vulcan]

 

it's not the morning sun that vulcan likes, but the honesty that comes with it. every day is a new day, and time seems to pass faster in the game than it does outside in the real world. digimon online is to vulcan a place of escape, of complete honesty. this is the second sunrise he's seeing today; that makes twelve hours into the game already.

twelve hours. he'd sank half a day into playing a game his therapists encouraged him to. he's supposed to work off his excess energy by killing monsters, because players feel tired like they would in real life; everything's virtual, but so real.

he knows, because he can feel pain.

the first time orion punched him on the shoulder - he knows where and he can show the exact spot - it hurt and stung because the little creature, as tall as his shoulders, wielded the power of flames. it doesn't know anything else other than flashy acrobatic skills, but maybe they're just beginners.

vulcan pulls his legs to his chest and wraps his arms around them. he looks to his side; the flamon is taking a nap, curled up with its tail pressed against its flank. he stares from the cliff's edge he sits at, and watches the sunrise.

it's good, being in a world where the sun rises four times in a day. it's good, feeling like he's in a new day with new chances. it's good, not needing to remember the dirty, dirty things he did.

[newclass=.takpost]font-size:10px; text-align:justify;[/newclass]

[rene1]

x

Terpsichore was rarely on in the early mornings. Something about the combination of him being mostly up all night, and then his incredibly laziness just didn’t allow him. But he had an early show and he’d woken up much too early, so why not dip his feet in?

His Renamon seemed to stand vigilant, always watching what was going on around her, ears always flicking back and forth to hear. They seemed to be the only part of her body that moved, and even they were quick. He only supposed that the game chose the right match for him; she was just as quick, if not a little quicker than himself. Both acrobats, and both a little stubborn. Oh well, he’d deal with it.

But the city… there were cities in this place, and he loved cities. There were people there, and where there were people, there were always those willing to watch a man put his life in danger for an audience. It was early though, so not too many were out. Perhaps he’d watch and wait, walking through the near barren streets towards the cliffs. What did the sunrise look like, in a digital world? Idealistic, probably, just like everything else.

[vulcan]

 

the weight of his legs against his chest is as comforting as the rising sun. the sun rises four times quicker than it would normally, but vulcan is content to watch its hastened process. there's nothing more rewarding than setting off for an adventure when the phenomenon is over, orion by his side and the both of them exchanging grins as they walk.

but he knows that his grin is plastic while the flamon's is real. he smiles because he wants everyone to think he's alright. his smile is there because he doesn't want his mother to worry. he knows the way she looks at him, what she feels in her heart when she holds her son close and tells him he loves her. it isn't genuine.

it's as fake as his smile.

orion stirs, and glances at him. it rubs its eyes and moves closer, the warmth of its skin searing vulcan's through his shirt. the boy mutters a greeting to the digimon and it responds with a grin and a playful headbutt. vulcan laughs. 'orion, no!' he gasps for air as the flamon tackles him again; the boy and monster both wrestle with each other under the morning sun, until the flamon emerges victorious and glances to the distance.

'not many people around.' it sits rather plainly on vulcan's chest, as the tamer tries to catch his breath. his chest heaves together with orion's weight, before he pushes the flamon away. 'hey!' orion falls over, but quickly picks itself up again.

vulcan smiles again, if only to see orion's cheeky grin.

[rene1]

x

Terpsichore is strong, and climbing isn’t difficult. He’s climbed more difficult things before; like metal poles and free hanging ladders that didn’t have much grip. This was just a hill, and the rocks provided traction; he’d be alright. His Renamon stayed by his side, climbing alongside him, much easier to do with her lighter stature. Getting to the cliffs with the sun rising was rather pretty, and he was right when he said it looked idealistic. It seemed to play on fast forward, but he didn’t mind.

A sound came from not too far away… faint laughter that he immediately gravitated towards. People. Someone was online this early? That’d be nice, now would it, to meet someone even if he was supposed to be soon to the party. His Renamon just looked up at him, not a single flicker of curiousity, unlike his own. She wasn’t the curious sort; just the practical sort.

“Is anybody there?” He called out into what he thought was empty space. Someone had to answer him, right? Someone was bound to hear him, if he yelled loud enough. He was getting lonely out here, and he figured if he didn’t find someone, he’d just quit the game and go find some actual people to talk to. He wasn’t too much of a serious player, after all.

[vulcan]

 

at some point, the both of them have dissolved into bales of laughter that they almost do not hear a yell. vulcan stops before orion -- 'did you hear that?' his voice is a half-wheeze; he's still winded by laughter. the flamon shakes its head, shrugs, but walks over to the source of the voice.

lo and behold, there is indeed someone!

'oh, hey!' yells orion, cupping its hands to the sides of its mouth to carry its voice farther. 'there's two anybodies! erp. if you're curious, that is!'

vulcan glances up, and the smile's faded - gone - from his face. his goggles hang limply around his neck, down to his chest and he pushes them away and up to the cap he wears backwards. he remains silent, but eventually walks over to terpsichore and renamon.

the sun rises above them, and his smile is as bright as sunshine. 'hey! you here to watch the sun rise, too?'

[/b][/div][/center]

[rene1]

x

Laughter was always better than talking. He’d only heard talking before, but now whoever it was seemed to be enjoying themselves. Terpsichore lived for that sort of thing; he was there to entertain and to put smiles on people’s faces. Of course, he didn’t put being there with the laughter, but he figured that someone was having a good time, and less likely to go running as soon as they saw him.

A voice carried over, and squinting into the not too far off distance, he could make out two figures. Well, of course two; a human and their digimon companion. He waved over to them, but he was trying to figure out what to say right off the bat. Japanese was a very rusty language to him, and his own was halting and imperfect. He only knew enough to get by; he knew more languages than he had fingers for enough to get by, but was only fluent in English and Spanish.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled still as they came closer. His Renamon remained silent; she was always the quiet sort, and never really said much outside of the occasional one liner or two. It didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking of anything… or at least that was what she insisted. She seemed smart though.

“Um, yes. It’s early for anything else.” Did that come out right? It was halting, but at least it was sort of okay and understandable.

[vulcan]

'lots of people want to get in some early training before the crowd comes, though. but i don't mind. there's plenty of space here for one -- two? you have a digimon, right?'

orion yawns, stretches, and settles down next to vulcan. 'everyone does, here. you're forgetful.'

the boy laughs. yes, he's forgetful ... not for the things he wants to forget, but for the things he wants to remember. his dad's smiling face, not the worried, frantic one. not the stench of blood, but the scent of perfume whenever mom's getting ready to go to town. not the tears on his brother's face, but the laughter that reaches his eyes.

[rene1]

x

Early training? Well, that made sense. He glanced over his shoulder at his Renamon, who still looked disinterested in the whole situation. If anything, it’d make more sense if she was still in her sleep at this point. There was nothing to catch her interest, no PvP battles to attend to without other willing players… things like that.

Terpsichore, meanwhile, just shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess so. I had some free time, so I dropped in this morning.” And he’d be out before noon, because he had a plane to catch and then a show to attend. People’s Choice in Toronto, was it? Either way, this one was for a recommendation, and prize money which he really needed at the moment.

His glance went towards the boy’s digimon, and he gave a small smile and wave. Digimon were AI, but he supposed they deserved some politeness.

[vulcan]

orion springs to its feet and waves enthusiastically at terpsichore. 'heeey!' the digimon has an abundance of energy; despite its initial lethargy, it eagerly glances from the human to the other digimon, and grins. 'what's your digimon called?'

the humanoid digimon is soon joined by its tamer. 'i think ... it's a renamon?'

[/color] he raises an eyebrow. he has been under the assumption that all digimon would know what other digimon are called, but it seems that orion doesn't know. he wears a small frown, but quickly looks at terpsichore for confirmation.

'um, right. you said you have some free time, right? wanna go see if the airdramon's awake?' he doesn't know if the other tamer knows, but there's been a rumor that challenging and defeating the airdramon would get them some pretty interesting prizes -- he just doesn't know if the dragon is awake in the first place. (or if they could even think of beating them.)[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[rene1]

x

The Renamon flicked her ears, but gave a small nod of confirmation. Yes, she was indeed a Renamon, thank you. Most digimon knew the species; they were AI, installed with an encyclopedia of sorts, but she could only assume the other digimon’s was incomplete. So was hers; there were more being added every day. Manual updates were required, and they weren’t always done on time.

“Yeah, she’s a Renamon.” Second confirmation, another nod from the tamer this time. He raised his eyebrow at the offer though. “Airdramon?” What Airdramon? What was it in the first place? He wasn’t so well versed in the game; he barely ever played, after all. “Is there one around here?” So what was it supposed to be? Like a challenge, or something?

[vulcan]

'in the tower. it's a pretty popular place in this city.' vulcan looks at the other tamer, an eyebrow slightly raised. 'you didn't know? it's either asleep or awake when you enter the tower. i heard it gives out items, but sometimes you get digimon attacking you instead.'

[rene1]

x

A swift glance around showed no tower… just more rocky outcrop, perhaps a distant flying figure that didn’t approach them, the sun rising… but little else. “No, I’ve never heard of any of this before.” Then again, Japanese wasn’t his language at all. He knew a rusty but serviceable Japanese, but his only languages were Spanish and English, at best, and even the latter wasn’t as good as the former.

“Not very good at battling, though. Are you sure?”