Subject: Relief [Waffles] 190 views

[althorone]

- Wilder

He'd crawled into the pod, he'd closed his eyes, he'd relaxed, he'd read the manual... He'd skimmed the manual. He'd gone through the very helpful File Island Tutorial then, which ended with his receiving of a Crest and one of five potential Digimon randomly picked to assist him in his 'adventures'... and then finally, at last, been allowed to step out onto the server proper, and got his first look at 'Asuka City'. It was magnificient, full of NPC's and players and a dozen differnet oddities he'd have liked to mosey on over and take a closer look at. Instead, he promptly bent latched on to a nearby lamp post and lifted his right leg into reach of his right hand.

Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch! Wilder groaned as he dug in and dragged his nails over the leg of his trousers ignoring the confused and curious whir of interest from Hagurumon, who observed safely from a few feet away. It was wonderful to be able to do that again, and with any luck, he'd tricked his mind well enough that when he logged out, that damned unreachable itch beneath his cast would be gone for a while.

When at last it became a little less wonderful and a little more painful, the new player released his leg back to the sidewalk and straighened with a sigh. A cough drew his gaze to the side to meet the dark red eyes of Hagurumon. It was watching him intently, and blinked when their eyes met. Wilder frowned, and a hint of pink colored his cheeks, "Don't judge me." He coughed then and quickly worked the change the subject, "I guess I should do as much exploring as I can before I have to go." He stepped forward into the middle of the walkway, and his satellite followed, but then turned to look back at his Partner, "Any suggestions?"

The Machine merely whirred, eyes lifting as if thinking, spinning the silver gears on both of his circular body's sides. After a few moments, he replied calmly, but with a hint of a tease, << I believe that the choice is yours. You lead. I follow. However, I will suggest that it may do us well to know where the shops are, for future reference. >>

Wilder blinked, and nodded firmly at Hagurumon in thanks. That was helpful. "Don't tell me. I should probably learn my own way around..." He turned his back, and began to peer down both sides of the street. Which way looked more likely?

[december]

normal tamer • crest of reliability • bearmon

He supposed he had Natsuki to thank for showing him this game -- it was pretty fun, even if he wasn't much of a games person to begin with. Never had the time before, really. He wasn't on all that often, though his little brother kept insisting that when he got "better" at the game, he would want to play more and more. So far, Susumu -- no, December, as he was called in the game, wasn't really even too sure if he was playing this game right. Which was... a little bit of a dumb concern, he supposed, seeing as how he was honestly moving his own body as it was (or at least, that was how it seemed), just in a different space. Maybe he'd figure it out today.

Actually, there was still a lot he still hadn't figured out about the game -- like getting assigned reliability as his crest. He didn't mind it though, and he supposed being reliable was a good thing, so why not just go along with it? It was just a game, right? No need to take it so seriously, this was a place where he was supposed to have fun, right? Well, yes, of course, that was what games were for -- this certainly did feel very real though, especially the way that the Digimon he had chosen the first time he entered the game -- Bearmon, December reminded himself -- was holding onto his hand as it dragged the boy along down a long boulevard of shops.

"This way, this way!

[/b]" the Bearmon exclaimed, running down the street, paw clasped around December's hand. "I remembered it was this way![/b]" What exactly was this way again? Did Bearmon ever specify what it was that they were looking for? December was positive that the Digimon hadn't, and so he asked between breaths, "Wait, what... what are you talking about?" It would really help if he knew what was going on, December was still playing this game here based on blind trust in his Bearmon, and he wasn't sure if that was the best way to go about this. "I honestly have zero idea what -- oof...!"

Yeah, no, running while being led by Bearmon was not a good idea. Especially not when doing so sent you running straight into other people on such short notice.[/div][/center]

[althorone]

normal tamer • crest of friendship • Hagurumon

Wilder was sure when he'd looked down the right side of the street just a moment before, there were no blonds with teddy bears set on a collison course with himself and his much more manly levitating gear. And yet, in the time it took him to look in the other direction and then back again, there one was, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. Perhaps he had. It was a video game world. Still, Wilder froze. He had just a moment to hope and expect the duo would see and avoid him, standing in the open, and as tall as he was. They didn't.

"Ooof," Wilder's own exclamation was almost precisely that of the blond he'd been hit by, but after, he added a hiss of pain, and stumbled back with a hand over his tummy. The blue bear had managed to drive it's head right into his stomach. And it hurt.

Hagurumon whirred, << Oh... Incoming. >>

Said boy turned his head to shoot the entirely too amused sounding machine an eyeroll, and then returned his gaze to the blond, a faint pink on his cheeks and a worried wrinkle in his brow. "I'm uh, I'm sorry about that. I guess I'm bigger and less avoidable than I thought. Are you okay?"

[december]

normal tamer • crest of reliability • bearmon

December had both his hands clapped over his nose when he tripped backwards from the crash, having smacked his face against the jut of the other's shoulder. "Ow, ow --" he was saying under his breath, looking up just as the other apologized and -- oh, what, no, it was not his fault, he wasn't even that big! Not even, he was just... okay, he was bigger, but again, he wasn't huge enough to actually count as an unavoidable roadblock...

"Don't worry about it, it's fine, uhm -- I'm okay, thanks for asking," December pulled his hands away from his nose, taking a guess that nothing serious had happened to it. Actually, the worst that had happened was that his backwards tripping had ended up with him pratfalling to the ground. "I wasn't looking where I was going back there, you really don't need to be saying sorry to me --"

"Yeah, December's kinda clumsy like that sometimes!

[/b]" Bearmon chipped in, already on his feet again from his own collision. Waving a hand at his player partner, the Digimon continued, "Sorry about that, by the way! So, so! Hi! What's your name, are you new here, did you just arrive, ooh, and and --[/b]" Embarrassed, the now-flustering blonde boy reached out to grab his Bearmon, clapping a hand over the Digimon's muzzle. "S-Sorry, Bearmon talks too much someti -- ouch! No, Bearmon, bad, no biting!" Was it really necessary to bite his hand?[/div][/center]